"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive." Howard Thurman



“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.” - e. e. Cummings

"The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers." M. Scott Peck


“If someone isn’t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.” The Alchemist


“You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.” E. James Rohn

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Facing the truth.

Today was my measuring day. I knew that, and I couldn't postpone it longer, but I surely secretly hoped I would. It was time to get a sobering news and face the consequences. Of what? Oh, please, there were plenty of set backs last month. In fact, I felt that I was making 2 steps forward and 1 (or even 1.5) steps back. First, the running went kaput. Running was what produced biggest change in a previous month. Then, there was a binge (and general lackadaisical approach to eating). Stephen was back, so was me back to cooking meals - my kid grew up with a full dinner served and everyone has to sit down and eat together. That meant I love what I cook, I need to try as I cook, and when I do sit down, while I avoid forbidden items (like pasta and rice and potatoes), I tend to eat chicken that I sauteed in curry sauce instead of boiled chicken breasts. I have clients most of my evenings, and that cuts into an opportunity to do a cardio workout in the evening, and in the morning, with an hour of weights, I can only squeeze 30 minutes of exercise machines. And, I do need - and want! - spend time with my kid and my husband. I actually believe it is more important to hang out with your kid when he is 15 then when he is 2 or 8 or any other age. Surprisingly, my son wants to hang around. So, we go to the gym together, but he is done in 10-15 minutes tops. I can get extra 30 before I start feeling guilty (while he is at the pool alone). So, here we go. We had two birthdays in the lab where I partook in testing a spelt flour banana bread and homemade oatmeal cookies. And then, of course, was the race and standing around aid stations - I had nuts, cherry tomatoes, watermelon (not bad foods, but really bad quantities), and even 2 burger patties.

So, I was ready to get sober. 12.2%. And while the number itself is awesome, don't take me wrong, with only 0.7% body fat drop it doesn't bring me any closer to where I need to be, and the last 4 weeks had been if not a waste, than not a progress I wish they were. I think coach Drew ran out of encouraging words for the first time in 3 months we've been working together. He tried, though. But, he also said "We need to drop 2% or more in the next 2 weeks". 2 weeks! 2%! Holly cow! He took pictures, but I don't believe he'll be sending them so I don't get too disappointed. I put great muscle on, but that was the easy part. My body is designed for it, for being a potential body builder - the problem is, this is not what we need (in fact, I was told to stop working my quads because they are popping more than needed for a Figure show). What we need is loose the fat. What means a really - really! - strict food intake (I hate word "diet") and more cardio. Yeah, right. No running, no time - and more cardio.

More cardio. Drew says he is almost surprised I don't feel any energy sunk, but why would I? My body is used to high and quality miles. It has a certain threshold above which it doesn't feel any strain on it. And a certain type of movement as well. My body is not stupid, you can't fool it by throwing 30 minutes machine routines at it. It may get tired and sore, it doesn't shed calories as easily...

I am also finding it more and more difficult to withstand the questions of my co-workers and other random friends on why to do it. Often, instead of "go for it", I hear "Common, you look great, why suffer?". Sometimes I feel like I did when I was trying to quit smoking and had my "friends" saying "But you're not doing it that much, and you do other healthy things, don't be hard on yourself...". Kind of eluding to "Seeing you propel forward makes me look bad" type of thing. I did quit smoking. I can achieve the other things too.

Unlike the last shake-out, I am not complaining here. Rather, calmly accessing my chances and figuring out how to make it happen. I want it more than I did when I started, because I am stubborn, and I put enough effort into it. I am, though, honestly, loosing concentration here somewhat because it's been a long haul and slow grind to the result. You know how they say that to stop making mistakes first you need to admit and accept to yourself that you are making one. Why would you lie to yourself? Who is out there to judge you, but your own self? It is so much easier to work hard on "pumping iron" than on monitoring and preparing right food when there are so many other things interfere. I am not even using it all as excuses, just simply stating facts...I know I am really hard on myself, and feel like I got no will power at all. Pisses me off.

Work has been pretty unproductive lately, soon after my presentation, and that doesn't inspire either. Not to mention my heel injury is not any better - any at all. Wish I knew what the hell there really is, but the doc didn't want to do MRI since it doesn't really matter, the treatment is the same. I am just not the kind of person who takes prescription without knowing the cause... It's like everything needs to have a fresh start and begin anew. There were good things too:) I was called "tiny" by a massage therapist (I had never ever in my life been considered tiny!), and the girl from my gym and Bikram studio salivated over my abs (and she was ripped herself!) So, at the least, I am better than where I was when I started:)) And so it begins, final push. 6.5 weeks. We'll make it, right? Why going hiking and turning around 300 feet from the top, if you don't reach that top? I am like that. Purpose of the end result drives me. I love to enjoy the ride, but there are times when the ride has to hopefully have a high point.

p.s. I was pointed out to this article about training as a Kenyan runner, and it was a fascinating read. You can apply it to anything you do in life. If you want to excel l - you have to work for it as if your life depends on it. I copied a few paragraphs I found inspiring and teaching if you don't want to read the whole (long) story.

In my tribe, we often motivate ourselves by looking further beyond the guy who has become a champion in what he does, we say quietly to ourselves ”If he made it and I’ve known him before he had anything, I too can become like that and achieve something” Once you engraved this hope in your heart, I tell you no discouragement or anything will root it out from you no matter how many years it takes.
I like to keep it real by running in hours or in minutes, forget about the heart rate, how do you expect to improve while you are setting limits on yourself? For me I’d rather die doing something that means something in my life than die being afraid of it.
There is no other way or shortcut but to train hard without holding anything back for later, and all you think of so you can make it to the top is to train more than anyone else, train till your ribs become like guitar strings. Ignore the pain, never quit, even when it rains there is no excuse for not training, for this is a battle of life, and when in a race, you run because your life depends on it.
No one was born with talent, its something we came to find early in life and use it to shape our destiny.
Don't eat as if is Armageddon is coming tonight, for goodness sake, cut the crap, cut the belly and start eating like an athlete whose seeking victory, don’t be afraid of what people will say to you when you are skinny, to be an athlete you have to eat, look and talk like one.
Running is not easy, and triumph of any kind is never savored by those who speak of excuses, but only by those who speak with actions.
Here is the most important thing about running that people don’t know and some coaches fails to apply it to their athletes – running is a combination of four things…
1 – Flexibility.
2 – Endurance.
3 – Strength.
4 – Speed.
As a runner what I can encourage you the most is, try to train with someone who is little bit faster than you, or train with a running group, and whether in training or in a race, don’t place yourself in the back, but be in a chasing position, for its there where improvement comes from, measure yourself by going out of your comfort zone as often as you can. Believe in yourself even if you have failed or savored defeat before, the past never matters, what you can do when you are willing to unleash the fighter in you is what matters on all battles in life.
And when you are injured or sore you mustn’t try to find a shortcut to be pain-free, and to get rid of it, ice , rest, stretching and massage it has always been the way to get back to the battle field.
If you have an injury of any kind, be easy on it and unto yourself, your body is the most important thing to care of in this life, let it heal so you may be strong again, and I tell you this, you will be stronger than you have ever was, patience is the key, train your mind to be of positive mindset, then when the storm is over, take yourself outside and start all over again, remember not to start from where you left, for if you do you may end up being ”kaput”

Our body is a very unique machine, if we can teach to sustain such things in life, it can do wonders and to experience that wonder we must do whatever it takes no matter what.Try to understand life instead of stressing about it, and when setting goals, try not to put the bar too high for sometimes things in life happens that’s beyond our control or understanding, just start by laying it out brick by brick, for it is brick after brick a house will rise to withstand the storm.

Kiplimo Chemirmir

September 1st add-on:
I've been good on my eating plan and making time for cardio 2xday every day since Monday. I am seeing results on the scale now that the muscle-building phase is done, which is good, means I am dropping some fat. Thanks to all for encouragement, I draw my lifeline from those. When I stand on that walkway, I represent all of us who believe and make things happen...

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Why I love my ultrarunning family.

It's been a blast. It's been a pretty short lived one, since Stephen got really bored quickly, and we didn't stay past 11 pm (and I completely understand him, I offered him to stay home, yet he wanted to spend time with me, so, you know, priorities, I love my kid and so on), but it's been great to be at The Shoe night races. And, I didn't even have to be a medical, since all our regular medical stuff was accounted for - Shannon, Troy, and the one and only Liza! She was in charge, and tending to fallen comrades, while Troy and Shannon did the course loop and glow sticks, and I, well, simply nipped at the aid station food, chatted away, yelled at some runners when they come by the loop start/finish, and had a generally awesome times, answering a bunch of questions on why I am wearing Hoka (ahem, injured), how am I liking them (not very much unless it's for a long road/dirt road race, definitely not for technical trails, but can see the benefits for others), what's next for me (nothing really, and I am renewed in this), what I think about our US runners dropping out of UTMB as a high rate (sad, really, wish they sucked it up to inspire all of us, regular folks, like Hal Koerner did, even if their day wasn't developing well)...Liza brought me an UltrAspire pack, my dream came to fruition! Can't wait to wear it for Grand Canyon trip - Larry, of course, is sceptical of my running R2R2R due to foot not getting any better, but screw this, even if I don't run a step until late October, I am going to do the Rim run! Larry ran an awesome 30k, boosted all the confidence, even though he kept being upset with me for rolling my entry onto him. The temps at the start were 108F. Stephen went for a swim in a lake/Colorado river at the campground after we sent off the runners on their 9M loop. I got to see so many friends and realize, yet again, how blessed we are to find each other. As one of our up and coming (or, rather, screaming) runners here Neil Lucas said recently “It’s like ultra marathons are a magnet for hardworking, caring, and dedicated people; nothing but the best out there.” This kid is, like, 21. he's got a great life ahead of him - for recognizing this and voicing it so well. I met a Russian girl the other day at the bus stop, and she tried to strike a conversation, and after a few sentences I kind of shied away. Come to think about it, I can relate to folks doing crazy trail things and adventures much more so than to those who speak my tongue. My dad was disappointed...but, really, it's just the way it is. I found my niche. I love these people. I don't feel like trying to validate myself with more of a normal crowd. It takes way too much energy, and I don't know why I have to...I am reading a book written by Jill (by the way she is an amazing and captivating story teller!), and all the adventures she had had so far in her life (and counting) make me envious, in a good way, just like photo-shoots by Leslie and Danni, Sue's trail explorations and Gretchen's beautiful Tahoe mountains...Frankly, I had seen a lot, by all standards. I was always in love with travel and seeing as much Mother-Nature as I could, even before ultrarunning came into my life. But with so much around, it feels I am running out of time, and while a few years ago  my FOMO consisted of "run more races", these days it's more of a "explore more trails without organized events". May be I am getting old, or may be it is a normal progression of things.

Larry and I went for a coffee this morning. We don't do this often, and it is a very special event. this was my first break from exercising daily since we are back from San Juans, and we talked...and it is thrilling to know we have same goals in our future. Where to go, what to see, how to plan and squeeze it all into our normal lives of adults with obligations and responsibilities...No, it doesn't mean we'll stop doing races, because we actually both love racing (and you can read Larry's report here), but we also would love to take a step back and see something that WE want, without any strings attached, and be able to open eyes wide and exhale...So much life to live!
EnduroPhoto

I took some pictures, and you can find them all HERE, and tomorrow the official photos will come up on the race's website (there are a few funny of us re-enacting the finish, hopefully will be posted, along with results). In a meantime, we'll keep dreaming and slowly chipping into them, coming up with more and more new ones:)

I love my (other) job too!

I have some awesome job with this gig of being a massage therapist and a running coach. I have it even better because it is not my "bread abd butter" job, but rather "I love helping people" passion. I don't have to fill my waken hours with clients - I get to choose whom am I working with, and commit to them fully, and connect with them on a very deep level. This weekend I had those fantastic people on both sides of my so to speak "business" - wonderful people taking care of their body and soul through the power of massage touch, and great success story of my client Jim running his first ultra - after only doing a half-marathon a year ago. Below is his letter which touched me dearly.
I did it. 8:55. I wanted to beat 9 hours and I made it. Happy with my performance. My feet, muscles that support the feet in lower leg, and the insides of my thighs are most sore. No cramping, except when I fell on lap 4 (my light was dying and I couldn’t see well). Almost no stomach upset – 1 min on lap 2 and 3-5 min on lap 4, took salt caps immediately and it went away. I used bandana with ice to keep cool for first time – worked great. Used new insulated handheld to keep water cold – worked great. Headlamp only lasts 6 hrs, not 50 that advertisement says.  Garmin 305 doesn’t last 9 hrs, even with new battery. Overall, very happy with first ultra. I told some friends that I should write a book. How to go from not running to ultramarathon in 18 months. Thanks for all your help and support!!! Best wishes,Jim

And that's my friends, why I do what I do. To get to encourage someone to success that they are capable of! And to be able to look at a map, point a finger, and say - yeah, I can go here, I know how to get around these mountains, and I have just a friend who can share it with me too!

Friday, August 26, 2011

Just live through next Wednesday...

We are real troopers out here. May be Virginia had its 45 seconds of fame by shaking, we broke 80+ years record of most days (over 70 and counting) over 100F in a summer. Yesterday was balmy 98F, but today we are back with another heat wave coming...To tell you the truth, the last two mornings felt really nice, almost chilly. I heard from locals, you know heat is about to break not by when the temperatures drop during a day, but by how nice the mornings become. I felt really nice yesterday and today...too bad I couldn't enjoy it on trails. I am doing well, thanks to all nice comments and support. It's going to be a fun night tomorrow when I play a doctor at the Shoe Trail Races! I hope everybody has a grand time this weekend. I promise to bring pictures and stories!





























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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Mood swings, setbacks and binges.

It's been a hard week. I miss running. I miss running so much, I want to scream. I miss moving from point A to point B, I would take even walking at a snail pace right now. Having just had a break with tibia stress fracture and anterior tibialis tendinitis was OK in a big scheme of things - I had completed my season of racing, I had aa awesome one at that, the summer was in full swing in Austin with temps searing above 100F, I needed a break - and I was embarking on a new adventure. It was a great timing to be hurt, if there ever is.

And I could still walk, by the way. I would feel it, but nevertheless, I could walk. And shortly after I could do some shuffles. And then we went to San Juans and hiked the mountains. By the return time, I was back to running in no time. Life was good. Life was looking up. Even when last mental bonk happened, it took all of a day to re-group and set goals including both body training AND running. I was in heaven...

That didn't last long, unfortunately. It feels so wrong, so unfair, but something snapped, something broke, and I am back to square one, or even past it. Can't run if the foot is hurting. In fact, can't walk, if each step sends pain into the heel, and I roll so violently onto the outside of my foot just for regular life's moving around that now that part hurts too. And it pisses me off, on so many levels. And every other day, when the pain gets better, something snatches, and it comes back with vengeance!

Now is not the time to cut back on the cardio. OK, I can suck it up and do StairMaster, then spin, then EFX - on weekends. I can't drive to the gym 3 times a day during a week! I can't stand on these stupid machines for more than 45 minutes at a time! And may be for some on-the-street person it's a kick-ass exercise, and I work hard, and my heart rate is soaring, once I am off it - it's like nothing happened! I am an ultrarunner, damn it!I am fit and trained! I am bored out of my mind and hate all my music selections on i-Pod by now, I can't stand TV, I used every program on these machines, I made up every interval I could come up with, every day, day in, day out, and it is all mental, yeah, sure, but common, people! I want to run!

I also NEED to run! There are so many things happening in our lives right now, I need to sort through my thoughts, and running is the only way I know how to cope with things.

We got the house things settled. It is truth, we are buying a house. It happened at a whirlpool speed, like everything else in my life. While we had been saying there is no reason to hurry, eventually we'll be moving out of Austin once Harrison reaches 18 (and we will), we can rent and save - we both longed to have a home. Larry - because he is a normal American guy with a normal dream and huge amount of unused energy he would love to put into doing house-related stuff. I...well, because I still don't feel home here, and because I really hadn't had a home, come to think about it. Being a military brat, I never lived anywhere for long, longest stay with my parents lasted in Moscow between ages 12 and 16 - but that was my parents' place. I started Medical school at 16, and while still officially lived with my folks, I stayed at dorms and traveled like crazy (something that is a passion of mine, for sure, I've been traveling with parents since I was 9 months old, and then by myself since I was 10, sleep-away camps, friends and travel packages). At 19 I moved out, at 21 I moved back in, at 22 I moved out, at 23 I moved across the Big Pond...in 18 years of my life in US I had moved 11 times. Think about it. 11 apartments and houses. Yes, I've been an owner 3 times. First house in Portland we bought 3 days after we drove through the country - because we needed to send kids to school after Labor day and it required an address. Second home we bought because we thought by moving we would save Alex from his friends' influence (how naive...) I loved that house, the location, I picked it...but we never got to be the family we planned to be. Alex was back - and back to his destructive behavior, and not 4 months later our marriage, that was already trying to survive on fumes, fell apart completely, and by summer, 6 months after we moved in, we've separated, sent Alex to military school, divorced...What kind of home is that? I bought a condo. Just to get away, be on my own. It was small and had what Stephen and I needed, but it wasn't a home. Another few short months passed by, I've met Larry, and soon made a decision to eventually move to Texas to be with him. My condo, instead of getting homey, was on a mission to get rid of items insides and get sold...And so I moved, again. And we made a conscious decision to rent. The complex is nice, has all you need, located at the trailhead. But...there is nothing you can do in it. And we both love doing things...And the "living for a bright tomorrow" was wearing off on us. We were getting edgy with this place, and just as we simply "looked" at houses online, and one drew our attention - we get a notification that rent goes up in 60 days. Not little, but a huge chunk. 15% up. Insane. Suddenly, owning made sense in so many ways. So, we looked online again. And kept coming back to the same little house. We went inside, by ourselves, just to look. And it was love from first sight. Yes, it is small. Needs a lot to be done. But the location is good, it has what needed to move in - and it's so cozy, we can put personal touches in it the way we want to, it feels home...to both of us. A week later we got a realtor, made an offer, and just like that, we have a closing in less than 4 weeks. And we couldn't be more excited.

You see, there is another level at it all. Level of commitment. Seriousness. Marriage. We dated by flying to races in different parts of the country, and we ran in beautiful places. Then I moved in - and we got married. And for the following 2 years we've been adjusting to living together, loving together, being together. While a wedding on a trail with 2 kids, a Reverend and 2 friends was what we chose and wanted, somewhere deep inside, at times, it almost felt unreal. Having a home together is huge. It seals the deal. It makes it real. We are a family. We survived the worst of times in these 2 years - and we got stronger, and our relationship grew, and our love blossomed. This is a logical step. And emotional step. A step in the direction it should be. A step that makes my eyes misty and heart sing. Even our kids are thrilled. We are going to have a home...

So much on my mind, and I can't run! Killing me! I am a doer! To be able to function - I need to move in a rhythm with a free energy, or at least know that when and if I wanted to, I could! And I know I can't! Drives me nuts. So, I buckled for a day under the pressure. Unlike last time, I knew it's going to be for a day, I'll re-group and move on. But I needed to have this buckling, this emotional bonk. You think I write a lot - it's the spill-over you're getting! When the amount of my thoughts is not fitting in, this is when it gets out! There is much more...but I won't bore you. I succumbed and had an ice-cream at work (darn those new students and their welcoming parties!). I came home and had an apple. And an orange. And a pear. None of which are on my allowed food list. Then I ate soup - a chicken-veggie soup, not bad, but oh, so salty. Went to the gym, in hopes to get the frustration (and extra calories) out. Came back - and had a PBJ. And another one. And I am not even supposed to be eating wheat as I am gluten-intolerant! Thank God we ran out of bread (poor Stephen had no lunch for today) - I could have kept going. The effects were immediate - and continued into this morning. I am a fat bloated pig. So, no, no pictures or posing today. Poor coach Drew had to play a shrink and re-wire me back. As he nicely put it, "lets consider it an experiment we needed anyway, to see if we have to do the carbo-load before the show to have a fill-up muscle feel". I guess, no carbo-loading for me. Ain't working with this body's system.

So, we just worked hard. It's 6 weeks of work and 5 days of slimming. No stepping back. We're going to make it. Come hell or high water. Moving or freaking breaking a heat length record in Austin. Not running or walking. No mid-way goals either (you know, when you have a goal 100M race, you run a 50k, then a 50 miler, then another one...so, if you have ideas for me right now, shoot 'em!). And I am sore, just as I am sore in my legs after yesterday's workout I did. I don't back off on workouts. I guess that's a good thing, all things considering...

I was told by a number of folks recently that I had made them believe in many things. It truly is one of my goals in life, in my training, besides the fact that all this brings a personal satisfaction in many ways - to inspire. To prove that anybody, any body, can get anywhere the set their mind to. I keep saying "I am your next door neighbor"...to which my coach responded with a finger knock on his head. "There is something up there you have many don't". May be. May be not. "Something up there" can be changed too. See, I make mistakes, I have break-downs, setbacks, cheats! And even and while I do - I know I am going to be back!

Seems that I wasn't alone at that either:) For Liza help came form reading some book. May be if the word "diligence" meant something to me...It may sound cliche, but when the going gets tough, I think of so many struggles around the world. Yes, about starving children in Africa. Or orphanages in America. Mostly, I think about WWII and Soviet people. Soldiers on the front line. Their families behind in blockade. Partisans of all ages and gender. Nazi concentration camps. I grew up on those stories. Nothing makes me more proud than being Russian. But I am not obnoxious. People that came here only few centuries ago had done amazing feats. Moved through the country's vast lands. Built lives. Suffered, and kept on going.

I am so incredibly blessed. I have my health, and I know how to take care of it. I have a great kid who is back to school and is excited to beat his last year's grades - which were best since he started school at all! I have a wonderful step-son. And a best husband I can wish for, most supportive, understanding and loving. And - we are going to have a home, all of us, together.

Rumbling now...had to delete a couple of paragraphs here. Funny, I just explained to a friend of mine that I don't feel as safe writing my heart's content anymore. Sticking to exercise side of my blog. May be that exploded too. So here. An excursion into my past blogging. I am still the same. I mumble a lot, and I love to run. Which is a good thing. I think so anyway:)

p.s. was asked to share this article. And a shout-out to Ronda for completing and becoming the Leadwoman!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Show must go on - 7.5 weeks out

So, I tried to run, of course. On Sunday, I went on a 7M trail loop in my Hoka, promising to walk and shuffle occasionally. And for 2 miles or so it was actually working, I could do some light jogging on a very slight decline and power-walked flats and walked ups. Then, the constant aggravating of the heel where that injured ligament attaches did its deed - and the pain was settling in. Even with the rigid high shoe, I could feel it, and there was no way around it - or to shorten the loop (well, OK, I could do that, but it took me another mile to realize I am doomed, and then it was really half-way either way). So, no running, I told myself at least 2 weeks. I emailed Joe P. and took my name down from The Shoe 60k, and Larry stepped in for the 30k version, so I just could still come, fill my need to see everyone, and to serve medical at start/finish area till midnight shift. It's all good, I have no ill feelings.

In a meantime, back to my machines. Saturday was filled with an hour of Stairmaster, hour of spin class, and then 30 minutes of Jane Fonda butt kicks, side kicks and so on. I was actually pretty tired and sore! So, not all is lost. This development also made me to focus on my eating plan much more seriously. Since I was running, and pretty high miles, I could easily justify an extra egg here, an apple there (nothing threatening, just a touch). Now, I had gone through the weekend with the family, and survived just fine on strict adherence. It's possible. It's getting better and easier. It's becoming a life style, which is a fascinating thing in its own right.

That, and the body changes. I remember claiming I will never be able to "grow my shoulders wider and make my hips more narrow" because it is my natural built. Well, I was wrong. Everything and anything is possible. I am amazed beyond believe. Not proud, or boasting, but simply amazed at the possibilities human body can achieve. Just like in running further, and longer, and faster, you can train your body - and it responds. And it makes you want to try harder, aim higher, be better. All the images of workouts are courtesy of Coach Drew Moore, who has been a great motivator and instrumental in my success. Also, a tremendous thanks to my darling for an ongoing never-a-doubt support and inspiration, without which I would have not be able to focus with calmness, and for taking on a lot of new tasks which I'll allude to later:)

The Show was moved one week out - to October 8th - and October 9th is my birthday, as well as a day I am supposed to run a women-only half-marathon (for fun and chocolate). This is also a weekend we have to move out from our apartment to a new place. This is a real birthday Olga's style - never a dull moment. I am excited, anxious and looking forward to all the challenges life keeps throwing at me!





Oh, and on the weekend we took kids to the Barton Springs - a crazy-cold natural pool of water Austin is known for! I even got into the water and swam, as much as I dislike cold water! And we had barbecued at our local pool, and we watched the movie, and went to a new skate park, and hung out at Book People...and I think we're buying a house. I guess I am sticking around and becoming a real texan:)) Life hasn't been that whirlpool-awesome in some time!



Thursday, August 11, 2011

Aspire. UltrAspire.

 UltrAspire and Krissy Moehl. The man behind Ultimate Directions and Nathan Sports.

Personally, I can't wait to get my hands on this puppy.

Sadly, for the next some time I'll be back to crosstraining as I managed to extend my long-term-lasting PF into a tear at the inside of the heel of my left foot. During yesterday's morning's hill repeats. On the first one. What means, of course, I did all 10 of them, and then hobbled a mile home. Like God tells me to focus on one thing at a time:) Freshly diagnosed by a doctor this morning. With suggestion to take 3 months off and make a very slow come back in building miles. And to wear clunky sturdy shoes for now (at least not a boot!). Ha, silly! And he was actually nice, understanding and knowledgeable. So much for a 60k where I planned to kick ass and take a trophy home:)...But I got my newly replaced Hoka, so who knows, even though I hated them for trails, they could help me on a road, and in this high-rigid ride I might be able to go!

Never give up, find what inspires you - and Aspire.

Things will happen in your life that you can't stop, but that's no reason to shut out the world. There's a purpose for the good and for the bad. Walter Sparrow

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Impossible is null.

Believe. Focus. Dedication. Consistency. Hard work. No excuses. Use help when needed. Educate yourself.

Believe...Impossible is Null.
Mo'e Elite Fitness and MooreStrength










Sunday, August 07, 2011

Hanging out at The Falls 60k night run

It is so awesome to be back into the community! I miss racing atmosphere so much, I miss helping out folks more than racing itself, to hug, to chat, to kick them out, to hand-feed and serve drinks, to make sure they are coherent, to be happy with them, disappointed with them, fight the Sheriff for "no IV fluids", laugh, worry, talk more, kick more butts...

I got it all, and Larry's finish to boot, in one night. Which started with a blown tire a mere 5 miles before the race's headquarters, and Larry, who is normally not known for his patience with new sudden changes and developments, kept his cool, and changed the tire in 7 minutes flat (npi). I was amazed, at both skills (being unfazed and changing tire fast), so were the boys.

An hour and half of heavy-duty socializing and "ah" and "oh" of what we both look like (it's been a long time since we attended, beginning of April), the runners of 30k and 60k were sent off. I stayed a few more minutes, stopped at the park entrance to let Stephen skate (my boy has his mama's stubbornness, when the surface of the road didn't allow him to perform most tricks and I was ready to go, he swore and said he ain't going nowhere till he gets it done!), and then dashed to the fist AS at 5M - barely in time to see Larry come through, 10 minutes ahead of expected time. After that I took our kids to Dripping Springs for some dinner (they deserve a treatment when they are bound to get sucked into this weird crap their parents love), and dashed back - to start/finish for a 30k and a mid-point of a 60k. And the carnage started piling up...

It was 104F at the start (7 pm, mind you), and the humidity high, and lots of road runners trying for trails...not carrying water...not taking salts...not consuming calories...and puking, getting lightheaded, dizzy, puking again, pale, shaking...Troy had to be pulled off the course (he was running a race, but he is a PA) to help me deal with so many, and with the sheriff who never saw people being in this state (and us being calm). But, by the time we left at 2 am, nobody died, and everyone was able to hold liquids and even food down, and walk by themselves. The race was still going on when we left (cut off at 7 am).

I got 3 hrs of sleep and went to a local trailhead to lead a Sunday group run. My eyes were not opened as we began, but as minutes passed by, I got light in my step, bouncing up and down, and all I could think about "there is nowhere I rather be". It was a beautiful (yet humid) morning.

Another week of solid mileage - 69 - last one for a while now. Boss is back (no morning running to work), massage clients are all back from wherever they were (no post-work runs), Stephen is home (gotta spend time with my child during his precious years), house chores (apparently, Russian women are known as emancipated yet never liberated...bingo!). Then there is that thing of a presentation at work, and I also was invited into a professional relationship with a group ASHA. Some day I'll work on my business website...

Enjoy some pictures I took.
Joe P, the RD, with Debbie, best finishing hugger (yes, better than myself) at the check-in
My sexy husband getting ready to race!
Doise (HCTR VP), Sahnnon (HCTR MD), Mike (HCTR dude) and Kuss (Tejas Trails coach).



From top left to right and down in rows:
Crash (The Cook) and Joe P.
Claude (runs a 100M a month)
Steve Moore (HCTR Pres and always top runner)
John Sharpie (another newly worked-on body)
Jacob (improved finish by taking my fueling advice)
Thomas Orf (runs this summer just for kicks, yeah, right)
Ready, start, go! Kid on the right - the Winner
Diana Heynen, alwasy helping (or running)
The Kids, patient and good, make me happy


Saturday, August 06, 2011

Scratching the itch.

Went for a longer run this morning, as per schedule for the Shoe 60km night trail race at the end of August. Figured, all I need is 20 this weekend, 25 next weekend - and 11 a weekend before the race. Just going for a comfortable finish, just because, no reason, just miss trail racing so much. But did re-evaluate my idea of jumping into a 100M race (Chimera was the plan on November 19) - the truth is, I have this non-stop bitterness that my "perfect run" at OD100 was sidelined by my injury. We got splits from the RD, and apparently, I was 2 minutes behind Linda at mile 50 (just as she passed me), just beginning to feel pain coming strong, 20 minutes at mile 75 as the pain escalated, and STILL ONLY 25 minutes at mile 87! That's after 2 horrific technical steep trail downhills where I used self-made crutches! I think that says I am a better trail runner, and she is a road runner. And all the next 40 minutes I lost on the final stupidly steep road downhill I hobbled!!! Same as I lost to the guys I was around with at mile 90 AS! Grrr...almost (almost is the key word) makes me want to come back and run better, but this is ultrarunning, things happen, and this is why we do it, fare and square. That said, I won't be in a good shape for November race, and I will only sabotage Figure show, which I am not backing away of, and I have some financial goals to make, so I won't be traveling to CA in November - I'll just run a local Warda 50 miler, chill for a bit and start training for speed, before adding on the distance. New year, new goals, old me:)

With all that, and since September will be backed off long runs (which make me retain water and fat as a body's mechanism for survival, when I will need to start basically dehydrating myself and pretty much starving too, yep, no secrets, those body shows are about as much fake as they get in the final month), I was looking forward my 21 miler. And it didn't disappoint.

I nailed it. I absolutely nailed it, every step, running through the rough local trails at the pace my best runs were done at, with no training, bunch of water, starting at 80F and 80% humidity and finishing at 90F and 60% humidity. It was awesome. Fluid, strong, brain never "went", I even got the words of most of the songs (which means I wasn't in a faze I usually am by mid-run). Crystal-clear and awesome. Hamstrings got tightened up, and my left knee has been bothering me last month, but with all that - perfect run, extremely satisfying, almost surprisingly awesome, and gives me so much confidence. No distance training, weird no-carb-low-calorie eating, lots of "pumping iron"...I still got it.

It, and that body show. Entertain yourself - pictures below are exactly 2 months into my training with Mo and Drew (8-2-11). I am not afraid anymore. I want to inspire. Anything is possible. A big shout-out to Ronda, who is about to embark on becoming a Lead-Woman, and who always keeps me honest. I also shared my "diet tips" with the local group, which I include here:
I wanted to clarify on eating stuff. I am not even sure (to say the least) what ratio Paleo claims to be going, and have no clue when talking about 40/40/20 or other percentage, which number goes to what. I don't have time for this. I believe in "eating what my grandma ate, on a plate the size she used". The way I alluded to Paleo was that I excluded simple carbs in terms of anything from flour, sugar, grain and starch (no pasta/bread/rice/white potato/sweets for the simplicity of the point). At the same time, I am not into bringing lots of fat, however healthy they are. That said, I don't jump on a wagon of lots of pork chops, fried ribs, beef steaks and so on. My protein source is chicken, tofu, eggs and fish. It worked for me. Eventually, everyone will find their own way. No diets are good - because they all are temporary solutions. Changing the way we think and live is the one and only path. My fall-outs are a slice of good cheese and a piece of 90% chocolate:)

And now - on to a Tejas Trail night race to hang out with friends and watch Larry run a 60k. It is a beautiful thing, this life!