Sunday, April 27, 2014

My next race

My next race is the Medina Half Marathon  May 31.

I'm kind of stoked about it. I am even planning to train for it this month of May!

December 2011, I ran the Ashland 1/2 Marathon. It was just a training run. I was happy with my 2.10

November 2013:  I ran the Berlin 1/2 marathon. Much hillier than Ashland, also trained thru it but with exactly the same result 2.10!!  Although pleased with the results, on a much tougher course, I was a bit chumped to see exactly the same time.

Guess what I am gearing to do for the Medina Half?  You got it, break 2.10. and hopefully a little bit better? 2.05 would be great. And a sub-two?? Well, let's start the training first and see.

I am a pretty smart person, but when it comes to some basic running "thinking" I'm a pretty dumb runner. I had the epiphany:  I should run at my race pace or faster while training for this half-marathon. Shortly after this thought, the email showed up from the Coach, he thought the same way too-but he provided a bit more structure and instructions.

I was thinking about the run schedule at work, and had a bit of a panicked moment-I'm in the middle of six work days straight, which are 10 hour days, stressful, that sucks my will to live at points. Trying to add a quality "speed session" in on these days-luckily, I checked running schedule vs working schedule, and Coach made it all work.  That's the benefit of having a coach!

Power to weight ratio-it goes without needing to be written, getting these ten or fifteen pounds off will help me without any extra training get faster.  Perhaps I need to make myself a motivational sign of "FREE SPEED"  and the numbers "10" under it..

Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Committment Skirt is Back!

Once upon a time, a woman named Heather sold these great running skirts from atalanta athletic wear.  I loved them. I think I had five.  Then Heather went out of business-this company wasn't her full time job, I believe in 2010.

Since 2010 I have been trying many different brands of running skirt but always remembered fondly the "old ones".

On April 1, I get an email from Heather, saying the committment skirt was back!

Being April Fools Day, I studied the email before clicking on anything..hmm, it seemed legit.

And it's back!!

It seems to be constructed just like before. The only change I percieve, is the skirt is a slightly lighter material-which is great, because the only negative I had for the skirt was when it rained on you, the skirt got very water logged and annoyingly heavy.

The shorts underneath are constructed solidly.  They do not ride up. Ever!  They also do not have that sticky elastic at the bottoms for grip-ugh, I hate that. I have not measured the inseam, but I would guess that the short inseam is about 4 inches=perfect for me.  It makes no sense to have a tiny 2 inch inseam.

Pockets-the pockets are on the skirt, on either side, and this was one of the best features of the skirt! The pockets are big-I've tucked a bottle of Boost in a side pocket, it fits!

The website, in case you are interested, is

No fiscal interest: I have not been offered any free skirts or any sort of offering, this is a rave review because I love this skirt!

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Spa Day!

I came home from work on Monday, and my husband pitched a different idea for my day off-Thursday.  Instead of driving to Columbus and back, he broached that I go to the day spa for some destressing.

I gladly took him up on it.  There are several domestic issues that are causing me major stress right now.  Nothing I can do about it, or control.

I had been meaning to make an appointment after my weekend of working, but I called Mark's Place and they were able to accommodate a massage, a pedicure, and a haircut and style for Thursday.

But I had to run 10 miles first.

Photo: Perfect placement. Thanks gasoline people

The gas line folks have been working on a well down the road, working frequently enough that they have their own Porta John.  I was about 1.5 miles into the run where I decided...I needed the John!

How splendid! No ducking into the woods or behind a hay bale! There was even toilet paper!

The ten miles went well. With my stress level, it's been hard to gauge my running. I've been feeling like crap, but is that just due to stress, or due to the 100 mile I ran a few weeks ago.  But I felt good on my longish run.

So home, showered, and off to the day spa.

I had a great massage from Leslie, who was also a runner! She had run a few half-marathons. She had never heard of ultra running-or 100 milers.  It was fun to chat to hear about this undiscovered country to her.

Then I was handed off to Julie, for my pedicure. I had never had a pedicure before.  Usually my feet are so ugly that I could not ask some stranger to touch them. But since I had 10 toenails and the feet were not so heinous, I went for it.

I was a bit apprehensive a toenail would fall out following the whirlpool bath, but all ten got painted quite nicely. I picked a dark red color that would mask the blackened big toenails.


Part Three: Haircut

I was handed off to Melissa, for haircut and style. I explained to her my thin, curly hair, and the fact that I had been "cutting" or  "hacking" at it myself-I was to blame for the almost mullet happening.

She grilled me on the products and procedure that I used with my curly hair.  Apparently I've been going about this curly hair thing the wrong way for...well...forever.  I took her advice on a few new products, to help tame both the curly and the frizz.

I came home to find the husband has made my "birthday" chocolate dessert, and that steak will be sizzling soon on the grill for me!

It's been a good day. I've needed a day for myself.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Back to WW..again!

I started back on Weight Watchers around December 30..portion control was getting very sloppy, and I know WW works for me.

I have not tracked for the month of April yet. I don't bother the week prior to a race.  My week out of town with the Zion 100 was about making sure I did eat some good quality food, and then post race is making sure you eat good quality food! I was not stressing about whether it was WW friendly, I was eating what I felt like eating.

I weighed myself Tuesday, after the Zion 100 race took place on Friday, and was back to  my original pre-race weight.  I was happy with that. Many times I am still up 10 pounds or so, due to water retention, inflammation, and generally getting your body out of whack doing things like running 100 miles.

My weigh in day (I use WW On-Line) is Thursday, so this is a good starting point to journal and watch my points. I've been up and down the same eight pounds since January, so I would like to shed them for  good, and then work on the last 10-12 lbs. (I have about 20 pounds to lose.)

Over time, I have become less concerned with appearance and more about performance. I can get up that mountain quicker with ten or 15 pounds not attached to me, whether that is in a hydration pack or hanging on my waistline!

Wednesday, April 16, 2014


My late onset exercise induced asthma reared it's ugly head this time again at the Zion 100.

Exercise-induced asthma symptoms can include:
  • Coughing
  • Wheezing
  • Shortness of breath
  • Chest tightness or pain
  • Fatigue during exercise
  • Poor athletic performance
 For many, EIB (exercise-induced bronchospasm) occurs in the first few minutes or hour of exercise. I have what is called "late onset" which means I don't get any symptoms until 6 or 8 hours into running.

I decided to review the asthma triggers to see if I was missing something, some simple fix I could do to help improve my breathing.

I had four factors, not just the cold weather working against me.

1) The usual: cold air and running: Rapid breathing during exercise does not allow inspired air to be warmed and humidified by the nose. This cold, dry air cools the bronchial tubes, causing the muscles around the bronchial tubes to constrict (producing bronchospasm). 

2) Humidity Changes:  The second theory involves the loss of humidity surrounding the cells lining the bronchial tubes during rapid breathing . This drying induces the mast cells (cells that contain chemicals that can trigger asthma and other allergic reactions) to release their chemicals, causing bronchospasm and inflammation.  Check. The conditions went from almost feeling "humid" to me, along the river, to very dry on top of the mesas.

3) Dust. I was running in the desert, in Utah. It's rather dusty there. When I was on the road, there were vehicles going by, causing more dust.  An unavoidable situation.

4) Emotions-emotional stress, both happy and unhappy can play havoc. When I was trudging up the road, toward the Guacamole Trail, with many runners running by me, I started to cry.  That immediately made my wheezing worse-so I quit it.  A few more times in the last 14 or so miles of the race I got a bit emotional, which just made it harder to breathe, so I got a handle on that before it shut down my race altogether.

 What I could have done different: I should have started out the race with a mask.  It was cool, with a breeze, until around the 50K mark.  I even thought to myself I hope I will do okay with my breathing. But I didn't have a mask available, I had my single mask that I brought in a drop bag to pick up around 5pm.

Back to the drawing board:  Time to make a doctor appointment. Review the drugs that I use. Review the supplements that I use.  Now that summertime is approaching,  I don't any any breathing issues. But I want to have a good fall running season, so might as well get cracking.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

An Off Course Dilemma Question

I was chatting with another runner, after the Zion 100 race.  I had told him I missed the right hand turn, and continued down the road, until some kind crew member drove by and told me I had missed the turn.

The other runner asked if the driver gave me a ride back, which I replied no, I never really even thought about asking.  I can't remember if the other runner said he had done the same thing,  (in a different race) but he got a car ride back to the spot where he went off course.

So what is your take on this?  It's generally accepted if you go off course at a race, you return to the spot where you left the course, and then resume the race.

Is it  "cheating"  for a runner to accept a ride back to where you left the course?  I really do not know the answer to this.
 I don't think this is generally addressed in "Race Rules" handbook.  I've seen where some races will specifically say no crewing or pacing from a vehicle or a bike.  But what about lost souls out there?  Is there a rule for that?

I just figured it was my own dumb ass fault for wandering so far down the road, and it was up to me to make up the miles back to where the turn off was.

Is there one answer? 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Zion 100 Part Two

At Goosebump AS, we run out to the Gooseberry AS, mile 35, then go out a little further to Gooseberry Point-the end of the road so to speak, back to Gooseberry, and then take another trail back to Goosebump AS.
The trail out to Gooseberry is dirt
and slick rock.  All these sections of slick rock are irregular.  The trail goes up, around, down, in between the rocks.  This makes it hard to get into a running rhythm at all.


On the way out on Gooseberry, I start chatting with Warren from LA.  Warren has been in Hardrock also, so we chat about The Barkley, Hardrock, and other races for the rest of the Gooseberry section.
When we get to the Gooseberry AS, the volunteers are not real helpful with information.  In fact, if we didn’t see the other runners coming back in from the point and realized we needed to go there, we might have missed it.  We also saw another runner coming back the pink blazed trail toward us, which was wrong. ( I know this happened to a couple other people there too.)
What view from there!  But I did not tarry, got back to the Gooseberry AS, and took the correct white blazed trail back to Goosebump for the second time, now mile 43.
Now it was a six mile road section over to the Grafton Mesa Aid Station.


Notice the new buff?

Over at Grafton Mesa, I head out on a nice little five mile loop blazed green.  This is all trail, a nice climb up a big hill, rocks to bound over, a little slick rock.

It’s about 5 something in the evening. I don’t need my headlamp yet, but I would rather “have it and not need it” than be out on the trail and it get dark on me.



After this five mile loop, I am back at Grafton Mesa Aid Station, mile 54.  Now I am directed to follow pink blazes.  I start off down the road which will lead me to the Eagle Crags Aid Station at mile 60.

Have I mentioned how well I have been doing time-wise? No? Let me.

I got through 32 miles in 8 hours. I got through 50 miles in 12.30. My split around the 100K mark was 16 hours and change.  These are incredible.  The 50 and 62 miles are almost better than my stand alone time!

There was a lot of running in this race-more running than I am actually used to! My hip flexors were hurting a bit in the first 40 miles or so but then seemed to calm down.

I picked up my music at mile 54 before I start down the road.  This is great, because it is a long downhill, it is just getting dark, and I have a great pace going on.

Then it’s dark and no more pictures!  I had underestimated how far Eagle’s Crag Mesa was. Actually, it was only six miles, but in the dark, with no frame of reference (the Garmin had died) it was hard to tell.  I turn up a road, and up and up and up we go.  Finally to the Eagle’s Crag Mesa.

My stomach had started talking back to me a bit on the last five miles.  I had used almost gels exclusively, with a few bean-cheese burrito samples at the aid station.  I also had a Boost which was very tasty.  I ate some of my honey roasted peanuts on the last five mile loop, but couldn’t finish them.

The gels were no longer attractive to me. I did eat a serving of Gu Chomps in a lemon flavor which worked well. I need to remember that I’m more attracted to savory than sweet later in the race. There were no cookies offered at the aid stations (that I saw) which puzzled me.

After the climb up to Eagle’s Crag Mesa, I was hungry. I got a cup of coffee-which did not sit well, some potato soup-which didn’t sit well-and a homemade pancake with apple filling (which was NOT just an apple cinnamon gel smeared on top!) Thanks Turtle!  I managed to get that down and left the aid station.

It was 8 miles back to Grafton Mesa, a slightly different route back. At some point we left the road and back to trail. climbed up a big hill and back to the Grafton AS.  I kept trying to hang with a bunch of guy runners, since I didn’t want to miss the turn, but I have to take a bio break.

No worries, the markers led me right to the trail. I started the climb, and eat more gels. I had gotten one down, but the fruit punch flavor of the next one-nope, no way.  The stomach was really starting to churn also.
This section seems to take forever. I remember my ginger candy and nibble on it. It seems to help. And I tell myself, it is helping.

Back at the AS, mile 68 I know I need to eat. I take some ramen noodle broth, it seems to be okay. I go and get my capris and don them. I eat a little more Ramen. And some gold fish crackers.

Then I go throw up my stomach contents. Repeatedly.

Of course, I now feel better. I drink a little pickle juice, and then slowly sip my Boost from my drop bag. It tastes good, goes down and stays down.

I am amused by a conversation I hear.  A (male) runner is bemoaning to either his pacer or crew, about having to go down the Goosebump descent “in the dark, by myself”.  I guess it’s all a matter of perspective.  It didn’t bother me at all to do this.

But first, I need to go back up the road to Goosebump AS and off I go. I am in a good mood, probably not moving that quickly, but I got music going, my 400 calories of Boost in my stomach.

A few miles up the road, two vehicles come up by behind me. I move over and keep moving. Now they are creeping-and not passing me. I know they are trying to be polite, but I am now walking in loose sand. They finally pass me, and then pull up, right in front of me, next to each side by side-blocking the road!

This really pisses me off. They could have had this conversation behind me, instead of stirring the dust and then stopping. (Also remember it’s 130 or so in the morning. I’m a little tired.)
So being pissed off really fires up my adrenalin, and I am motoring up the road! I pass a runner and pacer and they are impressed at how well I am moving.

Bonus Miles

Yes, I am moving well enough to miss the right hand turn, back to Goosebump  AS. I keep going down the road. I am beginning to wonder where the turn is.  A vehicle comes down the road, and the  window is rolled down. The worst fear jumps up.

“Did  I miss the turn? Am I going the wrong way?”  The nice man says, yes,  I did. He estimates a 1.5 miles. I glance at my watch. I had used my inhaler at 2.02, just past where the crew cars angered me. Now it is 2.35 am.

I am so mad. I am upset, angry.  It’s my fault.  I go back up the road. Several crew vehicle stop and I make sure I haven’t passed the turn off yet.

I  make the turn, but can’t remember how far up this road back to Goosebump. It seems to go on forever. My little 400 calories of Boost has been burned up, now that my three hour or so planned section has now taken 4 hours (I guess, I stopped looking at the watch now.)
Finally back to Goosebump AS. Now there is the big descent, and eight miles over to Guacamole Trail.

I am STOKED to find another Boost in my drop bag. I drink about half of it down and put it  in my pocket. No other food looks appetizing at the aid station. 400 calories is not good to go eight miles, but what is my option?

I go down the big hill. We are routed down a different trail, an ATV trail, than the dipping, curvy trail we came in on. It is now 6 or so in the morning.  I am really not that far off my planned times (I had been ahead of my splits for the first 50 miles.)  In my notes for the race, I had notated “get to Guacamole AS before dawn”.  Well, that wasn’t going to happen, but it was closer!

Dawn  has arrived as I walk down the road and cross over to Dalton Wash Road. This was the section that I had recce’d on Tuesday.  I knew it was four miles of mainly uphill road to the Aid Station. I am completely out of calories.

Issue # 3  Breathing

I have exercised induced asthma, which only kicks in after, oh 8-10 hours of running.  I believe I have finally pin pointed my Achilles heel-or lungs, if you wish.  It’s the pre-dawn cold hour. I have had bronchiole constriction at Reverse Ring, TWOT x 2, and now Zion at this same hour.

I had been wearing my face mask as soon as I picked it up. I had been using my albuterol inhaler on a scheduled routine that day. I  had been taking my Singulair.  The only thing I could have done differently was wear my face mask earlier in the day (which was not available.)

Other than the one female runner and pacer, I had been alone for hours. With my bonus miles and slowing, all of a sudden I am being passed left and right.  Literally.  Runners are RUNNING up the freaking hill.  I felt like it was the Saturday morning marathon training group doing hill repeats.

More and more people pass me, most saying something nice. I feel like shit. I start to cry a bit, which immediately makes my breathing worse. I stop crying.

When my bronchioles tighten up, I can’t run. I can try to walk briskly-but if I over exert, the wheezing gets worse. I kept trudging up the hill in my little Hannibel Lechter mask.  I hate everything right now.

I am still completely out of calories. I’m feeling a bit light headed, but that could also be psychosomatic at this point.

(These pics are from Guacamole, when I recce’d the trail on Tuesday. Notice the nice blue sky on this day!)
A nice runner gives me a gel on the way up.  It’s salted caramel, and I can get this down.  I get to the top-no Aid Station! WHERE’s THE AID STATION?? I need food!!!!!

Nice runners come back assure me it’s five or ten minutes down the trail. Yeah, five or ten minutes at their pace-that is probably twenty minutes for me.

Praise be, I have another Boost in my  AS bag here.  I also fill up one bottle with Gatorade and six packets of sugar.  I figure I am too dehydrated to get much GI distress from this sugar bomb in my bottle, but the Guacamole Loop is 9 miles. I had estimated, pre-race, 3 hours.

Now the problem is the cut offs. The cut off at Guacamole, coming back in, is 11.30 am.  (Another runner mentioned it was noon, but I did not want to take a chance.)

Crap, now I am back to chasing cut offs again?  I drink most of the Boost and take a caffeine tablet. I had not taken one in quite awhile, due to nothing being in my stomach, but now I need the caffeine.
.The loop consisted of running around boulders, over boulders, over slick rock, behind slick rock. We then went out and ran single track trail among dead blackened trees, around more slick rock boulders, just an unending trip.

Two miles of this could be okay. Nine miles was just stupid and annoying. And I am so worried about cut offs.

Myself and another female were together, both worried about the cut offs. We then linked up with three more runners. We finally made it back to the Aid Station, mile91 at 11 am. I got my final Buff, sunglasses,  more Gatorade and sugar, and started down the hill for the finish. I was going to finish this race.
The sun had finally come out on the mesa, and it was maybe 60 degrees out, which really helped with my breathing.

But even with the warmer air, even running downhill was limited. I could run a bit, then had to walk. Run a bit, walk, run a bit, walk.  Physically I felt good-all systems go (well, except the lungs and stomach.)  This is a very frustrating problem to have, something I need to really work on. Somehow. I can be a very good little runner. My body can take quite the beating. I just need to get these lungs to behave.
I am almost to the road, and there is a course marshal there. To my surprise, I don’t go back to the road, back to the town park where the race ends.  I follow the flags up  yet one more smaller hill.
But then the flags lead me toward the river. A man is standing here, and I ask him where I am supposed to go. (I assume he is with the race.)  He says I cross the river. I ask  him if t here is a bridge and he says no, but to go upstream a bit, where it is less deep.  I say “you got to be kidding” but shut my mouth after that-he doesn’t need to hear it.

There are cows here. I stare at the creek-or maybe it’s the Virgin River, I don’t know. Where we are supposed to cross is churned up mud-and if I go in here, it’s going to be thigh high. Did I mention the cow manure patties around? Now I have to get my feet wet in cow feces infested water? At mile 97 of a race?

I cross the water and now the trail is loose sand.. My shoes are now covered in sand.  I am good and pissed off now.

I pass another runner though here.  The flags are now leading me through town. I power stalked it through town, and didn’t break into a run until I hit the town park. I glance at my watch, I believe it said 12.43. I try to go around the tent, but someone waves me inside. The timers are talking to another runner, and I sit down.  The other runner leaves, but no one is talking to me, the timers are talking to each other.  Huh? Would someone like to tell me my time? Give me a buckle? What I am supposed to do?

Coach Karl is there, and he congratulates me!  I give him my I’m pissed off speech, and I choose a belt buckle that is brown, the color of cow shit. I thought that was apropos. Karl tells me to get something to eat and go sit down and gives me a hug.

I wander over to the food-it’s just left over AS food, that I haven't been able to stomach for the last 12 hours. I find the pizza making table, and ask if there is any food. They state, well, we’re taking a break right now, and I snap back" “so the answer is NO, then?”   I stomp over to my car, change some clothes, get my Ultragen, a beer and the cookies I haven’t ate earlier. I go slump down next to Karl and friends and whine about there being no food available  Brownie (who won the 100 mile race) offers me his chips, and Roch’s wife (I don’t know her name) goes off and finds me a plate of potatoes-that was so nice!!

Between the beer, the food, and the  hot sunlight I do start to chill a bit. I meet a bunch of  ultra runners and have some nice chats as I I wait for the drop bags to return. I told Karl I had “issues” but we didn’t discuss them..  I think Karl (and rightfully so) wanted me to mellow out, He knew I was disappointed with my race.

That is the whole blow by blow race report. It is now Monday. I’ve mellowed a bit about my feelings toward the race. I said I had issues, I solved them, that isn't true. But I tolerated the issues and managed to finish the race.

Did it go according to plan? No. Do most 100 mile races (unless you're Karl) go according to plan? Not so much.

So I am good with it. A finish is a finish. :)  I am highly encouraged with my splits thru the 100K mark; these times were just about better than my "stand alone" 50 mile and 100K times.

Overall, my opinion of the race?  I thought was it a very runnable.course. There is a lot of road. But it was not advertised as a “trail ultra” so I have no problem wit the road sections. There are some good climbs, but nothing outrageous (at least to my perspective.)  The views are stunning!  My pictures do not do it justice.  The striations on the mesas, the different colored mesas, that was really cool. Even the slickrock (in small amounts) was something cool and different to me to experience. This could be a cool destination race, with Zion National Park being 10 miles away.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Zion 100 Race Report

I ran the Zion 100 in Virgin Utah April 4.
Race Start Flying Monkey Trail to Smith Mesa
The Zion 100 consists of kind of a rough design of 4 loops, which each one culminates in climbing up (and down) a mesa.

The first mesa to climb from race start is Smith Mesa, via the famous Flying Monkey Trail.  It’s very rocky and steep, just very reminiscent of Massanutten rocks.  There is a small steep section where there is a rope to pull yourself up with.  This is the traffic jam photo of it.
I had someone take my picture since we were just standing there in line..
What a view from the top!  My pictures do not do a good job of showing the color striations.
But notice how white the sky is? That is cloud cover. I was very happy about the clouds. Race morning it was in the 40’s, and warmed to the 50’s pretty quickly.
Once we topped out on Smith Mesa, it was about a five mile downhill on road.  This race has a good deal of road-which it does say on the website.  It was easy to make good time back down to the desert floor.

I got through the second aid station, Sheep’s Bridge, Mile 14. and then it is single track trail on the way to Virgin Dam  Aid Station. This was nice trail, right along the edge of the precipice, with the Virgin River below.

It was windy through here.  Cold and windy.  I was regretting a bit not having my face mask with me.  It was packed in my drop bag for Grafton Mesa, late in the afternoon.   I hoped that this cold air in the morning would not be an issue..
DSCN1728I glance at my Garmin through here, pretty astounded to see I am at mile 18-and I feel good.  Miles seem to be just flying by, with the new scenery.
I came through the Virgin Dam Aid Station, Mile 23 for my first drop bag.  The Ultra Aspire Arizona Rep was there, working the Aid Station.  He offered me the new lids for the Ultra Aspire bottles and I gladly swapped out my old over-engineered tops!  Thanks Turtle!
Notice the new  Buff at each drop bag location? It felt really good to swap out a sweaty Buff for a new dry one. (Buff, are you listening? Still want to be sponsored!)

Now we are running over toward our next mesa climb, to the Goosebump AS.  We will hit this AS at mile 31, 43, and 78.
There is a bit climb here, maybe one mile up? 2200 feet? It’s rocky, some loose dirt, runners are whining! It’s not that bad. Yes, it’s a bitch of the climb..but really, it wasn’t that bad.
New buff at Goosebump, mile 31!

Part Two to Follow, more texts,  less pics!

Friday, April 4, 2014

Drop Bags for Out of Town Races

Driving to an out of town ultra is pretty easy.  If it is your own vehicle, and it's all your space, you get to throw every single bit of running gear you own into the vehicle with you.

Flying out of town is a bit trickier.  You need to think about what you want to bring, and what you could possibly purchase once you land.  You also want to think about the airlines losing your luggage, and what you want to carry on the plane.

In my carry on bag, I bring my running clothes, and my hydration pack.  This trip, I wore my race shoes-Hoka Bondi B's.  If I wasn't wearing them, they would be in my carry on bag.  This way I have the absolute minimum that I need for the race.  I could always find a store to buy spare clothes, food, even a head lamp.

Flying to a race makes you pare down what you need for the race. I had my bags pretty much pre-packed. With the Zion 100, I hit three aid stations multiple times.  I have my separate "visits" in plastic bags labelled.

Then you hope your luggage arrives at the same airport that you fly into.  I was hoping TSA would not confiscate my Ultragen recovery powder.  Although they did inspect the somewhat weird contents of my suitcase, they did leave my Ultragen.

I have my drop bags labelled with the Aid Station Name and my name.  As of Thursday, pre-race, I still don't know my bib number, which is a tiny nuisance, but oh well.  I actually brought my own Sharpie to add this at check in!

And they are packed!

I hope Olga and Coach would least they would of the Virgin Dam Drop bag, it's the tiny one up front.

If you are reading this on Friday, April 4, I am out running! My race starts at 6am MT!!!

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Zion National Park Emerald Pool Trails and Riverside Walk

After my second breakfast, I decided to take a little break and ride the shuttle and go watch the 22 minute movie about Zion at the Zion Human History Museum.  My other planned hike for the day was Riverside Walk, and if the river wasn't too high, hike up the Virgin River, called The Narrows.

When I got back on the shuttle I was surprised to find it packed!  Apparently my early morning rides of empty shuttle buses were not the norm.

I decided to hike up the Emerald Pools Trails, thinking they would not be too taxing and that would kind of fall under "taking it easy".

The weather was still kind of nice, about 50 or so, but not warm enough to take off the jacket.

This was a much more populated trail.  When I started up the West Rim Trail, at 8am, there was just four other people ascending.  I saw more ascending as I was heading down.  With all the people, with children, it was pretty slow going. I amused myself by seeing how many people were inappropriately dressed for the trail.


See how the blue sky has disappeared?  There was a 60% chance of rain predicted.  This is the desert, people, why rain??  I kept my eyes on the clouds.  The rain prediction was why I wanted to ascend Angels Landing first thing in the morning.

 It has cooled off more as I get back to the shuttle bus  stop, and I ride the bus to the last stop, The Temple of Sinawava.  This leads to Riverside Walk, which is a one mile paved path which ends at the Virgin River, where one can hike The Narrows.

It starts to rain, then turns to SNOW as I get off the shuttle bus!  It's very windy through here.  I don my jacket, my YUTC buff, headband, and gloves.  I start briskly up the Walk, as it will be warmer to walk than just stand there.

 I get to the end of Riverside Walk and walk down by the  river and take a couple of pictures.

Like Angels Landing, I debate my choice.  The water is not the cold.  But do I want scramble through the water, trying to stay upright, and  then have wet feet for the shuttle ride back to my car?  Again, I make the decision in favor of saving energy for my race.  I'm already a little tired, I should be retiring from walking for the day.  So I turn, and end my Zion Day.  My Garmin logged 10 miles-when it had a signal, which it constantly bleeped out in the canyons.

I was able to have some guilt free chili cheese fries at the Zion Brew Pub, always nice to have a snack and a beer at the end of the trail!