January. Larry and I both got the flu 2 days before the New Year's eve, so we went to bed at 9:30 pm - such a party poopers - for the first time in MY life. New Year is THE biggest holiday in Russia, and even as I transitioned to become fully Americanized (is there such a thing?), I still stayed up to see that thing drop in Times Square (for the lack of a real Kremlin Clock count to 12). Anyway, the first day of 2013 came, and I was fully resolved to follow through on resolution: Whole30 eating and running every day of the year. I volunteered at Bandera races (as usual), ran a 5k in somewhat almost respectful time, cooked veggies, got awarded a Mask of Dano by Tejas Trails people for helping out the community, and shed 5% of body fat. All was off to a good start.
|Meals of veggies and meat.|
|From fat to fit|
|A fun time in Kansas|
|Hells Hills 25k|
|20 Hill of Life repeats on a hot day|
|Russian Easter with friends|
|The future WS100 winner...and just an awesome person.|
|My dramatic finish at McDonald Forest 50k|
|Sad Diego 100 - the shot that captured what it was|
July had its own best time ever! Larry and I spent a week traveling West, visiting Campbell's in SLC and some local Wasatch trails, then Lori and Chris in Jackson and backpacking Grand Teton backcountry in a big loop in 3 days. That was something of a paradise and what I want to do the most in my life - backcountry, alone, no technology...I also volunteered, again, ran a little 18M trail race just for kicks, and began a little organized training for my Fall season, full 7 weeks after SD100. This is when Stephen was also finally making a decision to move to Portland to live with his father. And that was a good thing too.
Full story on the trip.
|EBuzz 18M scamper|
|Tejas Trails night race volunteering|
September...That was a month with more down moods, more training, and eventual break-down. I wrapped my what I considered to be smart training with the last couple long runs with 20-25 hill repeats inside those, and finished off by mid-month with a 40M race...only that race proved that Texas had upper 90's still, and that I suck at that weather. After first 13 mile loop I walked the rest of it - granted, I am a good walker, so I made it good and passed many of those still attempting to run, but this, I believe, did me in. I hardly shuffled my daily 2 miles for the sake of New Year's resolution "Run every day" until on October 2nd I stopped that as well. On the good side, I joined a new for me yoga studio - Breath and Body - that has Power Yoga Baptiste style. I took Baron Baptiste workshops when I just started yoga practice back 14 years ago, along with Bikram, and this style always resonated with my personality so much better in terms of flow, faster "pace", more variety (I taught this variation when was living in NYC at the Bikram studio, where I also taught Bikram). The B&B yoga teachers and students took me in as their own right away, and I never left ever since, now sharing my time between Bikram studio and Power yoga.
|EBuzz 40M race...eh, walk|
|Practicing crow at home|
November came with Larry and I's trip to Ozark 100. He trained for his 3rd attempt at this race like a mad man. It was probably his most consistent and focused training in my memory since we were together, he was slim mean running machine and in his best shape. I was tagging along for the ride to "walk it in" - and I honestly didn't doubt that I could. But, after walking for 51 miles, where I did keep up on that walking pace (yet any try of running was causing exhaustion and would end at 2-3 minute bouts) and had some fun chatting with folks around me, I made a decision to stop. Walking another 53 miles just didn't make sense. I was at peace. Larry ended up having the famous "cloudy eyes" and couldn't see a squat and dropped at mile 76. We actually were in good spirits when met in the cabin that night...until we (now both of us) hit another spiral of depression. Running defined me for so long, it was hard to grasp what was going on. I was angry, making plans with life going on without it, closing my eyes on all my friends' adventures and just trying to get through. While I do believe in balance and healthy approach, I also felt that I am not the one who is making decision on cutting down/off the running part, it is made FOR me. And that was making me mad and frustrated. I discarded all my 12 years worth of running logs and cried a lot, as I went for a couple of walks in the woods.
|12 years of running in details|
December hasn't changed a thing. I couldn't muster energy for walks or run more than half a mile at a time - and we are talking 12 min/mile shuffles. I didn't know what was going on, and eventually went to a doctor to get tested for latent viral infections (CMV, Mono and Lyme) as suggested by some friends who brought up examples of other athletes who in their over-trained state developed these usually asymptomatic diseases as fully blown immune weakness. I got results back while vacationing with Larry in CO and NM - and it crashed me while allowing for a diagnosis to exist and at the least telling me I am not a nutcase who is imagining stuff. We still did a lot of skiing - downhill and cross-country - but neither caused me to feel bad as there was no aerobic condition involved. It was a beautiful week away in the snow...December also marked my younger son turning 18 while my older son turned 23 (they were born on the same day) - which meant I have no under-age children anymore and they are (supposedly) both fully responsible for their own actions and lives. I went to visit them in Portland, and it was a nice but rather sad and sobering experience I will not be writing here about.