Monday, June 23, 2014

Wrapping Up Spring

I can't believe it's been over 3 months since I last wrote on this blog, but then again, I can.  Two graduating kiddos and all the flurry of end-of-the-year activities have been consuming life.  Band concerts, track meets, more track meets, award nights, graduation thises and graduation thats....

I've been running some. Not as much as I would like, but most runs seem to be a temporary calm from the flood of emotions I feel as these two guys head in very different directions later this summer.  I'm happy for them, truly - and very proud of course.  But it's not been an easy task to make myself get out there many days over the past months.  Not solely because of my soon-to-be lonely, empty house, but also because of a lot of other life stuff.  Hibernation from the social realms has just been easier than to continuously explain what I've been up to.  Or worse, haven't.

I came to realize, pretty early on in the year, that this was not going to be a year of stellar race performances for me.  Not that I have anything to prove to myself (or anyone), but I come from a very competitive background and performing "well" was always my race goal.  "Well" doesn't equate to a PR at every race (I'm SO beyond those days); it merely meant I put forth an effort training hard and reaped the rewards from all that hard work.  It's been difficult to let that go and accept that I just didn't have what it takes right now to put in the required time and I'd better accept "good enough" and "I survived" on race day.

Through the wonderful power of the Interwebs, a woman I crossed paths with last summer, someone who helped me immensely at Silver Rush, suddenly reappeared in my life right around the time I finished up the half in Salida (last post).  Melissa registered for Silver Rush this year, her first 50-miler (also mine last year), and wanted some company on the trails prepping this spring.  Last year I probably trained 99% solo for Silver Rush yet strangely here I sat this year feeling sorry for myself that I had no one to force me back on the trails - especially since I had some impending seriously vertical trail races looming.  So her timing was impeccable.
Centennial Cone
Manitou Incline
Due to Melissa's annoying habitual Tuesday, "Let's meet at Mt. Falcon tonight" email nudges (a fairly steep climb in the Denver foothills), I have been up that mountain trail more times this year than I have all of last year (and last year this place was a regular Silver Rush training staple).  These runs haven't given me massive mileage, but they have provided me some decent vertical climbing.

And just like that, the series of races I enlisted upon myself were here.  Without a solid base (and whopping 14 mile long run) I entered my races with a, "Just get 'er done" approach.
  • This philosophy worked great for my first 50k of the year I did in April on my 51st birthday - the C.U.R.E 50k.
Who doesn't want to celebrate turning 51 by running 32 miles severely ill-trained?
This race was a teeny thing - a whopping 22 of us (49 is you add in the 20k-ers) and located in a state park at the base of the foothills.  It wasn't challenging in regards of vertical climbing, but it had its own set of tests with a course that wandered through water crossings with swiftly moving currents and various sections where there was absolutely no trail and you had to follow course markings carefully (a challenge for me who can get lost on a 400m track).


But it was a gorgeous day and those little icy water crossings were like little angels of heaven on my legs - I finished that race running way more than I thought I would - and smiled every single step of the way.  I had an absolute blast!


BEST swag - ever!
  • Memorial Day, I ventured into the thrones of 50,000 other insanies to do the Bolder Boulder 10k. I can't even tell you the last time I did this race; it was well before I started blogging (I think). I despise the 10k and avoid it like my kids' disastrous, smelly rooms, but Ryan had never done the race before and wanted to join his teammates for one last hurrah together, so I caved.  Time with my kids right now is priceless, so with absolutely zero speed training since probably October, I opted to suffer 6.2 miles to spend some time with him. My only expectation was to hopefully run right around the 9 min/mile mark each mile and not take out too fast and die at the end, like I generally do in a 10k.  I ended up with a 52:02 (8:22 avg pace) and felt better and better as each mile progressed, negative splitting each of those bad boy miles.  Certainly not even close to my best 10k, but considering all, I was pleased. The ceremony after commemorating the Veterans of the good ole God Bless America was moving....

And breakfast with some dear friends (who helped crew for me at Leadville last year) was divine!
Cynthia (and her darling house in Boulder), Terzah, and good ole me!
  • As well as the just-get-it-done approach worked superbly for the 50k and Bolder Boulder, I faced a complete opposite outcome at the Golden Gate Canyon Dirty 30 50k on June 31st. My first ever DNF (yah, I heard all the gasps!).  A a string of errors on my behalf, but the clincher was that I forgot my hydration pack which caused a severe panic attack before the race - which in turn caused me to mentally check out of the race.  Not good for a 32 mile race with 8800' of climbing.  It was a cupless race and aid was going to be 2-3 hours between them; visions of death due to dehydration flooded my head. Combined that little mistake with an ill-fated wrong turn which added an additional hour and close to 1k vertical climbing, and a course whose climbs were far tougher than ever thought....when I got to the 3rd aid station, I was toast.  One of the race volunteers was telling another runner how now would be the best point to quit if he had thoughts of doing so since the finish was only a few miles down a paved road.  I was chasing cutoff times due to the wrong turn and I though to myself I still had about 5,000 vertical feet left of climbing in about 12 miles - and I cringed.  I uttered, LOUDLY, "I'm done" and that, as they say, was the end of that.  No ying-yanging of pros and cons, no conflicts of what I should do - I simply didn't want to chase the cutoff time and was sick of climbing.  The end.  I was afraid of that offensive DNF all last year training for Silver Rush. It scared me...of what it would do to me and my fragile psyche.  But I didn't care today, not even one iota, when I said I was done and felt a sense of relief, frankly.  I felt more remorse for Melissa - who stuck by my side the entire way being my fuel mule and sherpa when she quit also yet had no reason to other than she didn't want to run alone after coming all this way with me.  I've long since thought about that day and what happened to my declining demeanor and I truly believe that 1) the course was too difficult in my current state of crap fitness, and 2) it wasn't an A-race where I sacrificed months of my life for THAT ONE RACE, so there was no awful sting by not finishing.  It's amusing to me, really, how easily one can find validation if you look hard enough for it and can justify almost anything.
One of the most stunning courses I've ever run.  And difficult!
A first DNF deserves a toast.  I'm surprised the race team hasn't dropped my sorry ass yet.
  • A week after the calamitous DNF 50k, Melissa and I hopped back on the racing bandwagon and hit up the infamous town of Vail for the GoPro Vail Pass Half Marathon.  With a marathon starting at 10,200' in another week, I just needed to get in some altitude training. And some climbing.  The race was about 14 miles with 2700' of vertical, all on a bike path. I walked more than I should have, but the goal wasn't to kill myself since I had a lofty race the following weekend, and I finished feeling far better in the altitude than I thought and was back on the "pleased" column of race outcomes.  All the recent rain Colorado has seen this spring has left the landscape looking a wee-bit Irish, so I soaked in this rare treat as I know in a heartbeat things will be bone dry and brown.

Dork 1 and Dork 2
Still a lotta snow at 10,500' 
  • The finale of my ill-trained spring race season was The Leadville Marathon on June 15th. OMG, you guys, I couldn't have written a more perfect outcome if I tried. Maybe it's just me, but that recent DNF shook a bit of my confidence and this race is no picnic. The climbs are intense, much more severe than the 50 miler I did here last year, and the race starts at 10,200' and climbs to a tad over 13k. Let's also not forget how OUT OF SHAPE I AM, too. But I love it up here and I wanted to be part of it.  I knew I had a pretty lenient cutoff time (8 1/2 hours) and if I paced myself well - that being don't kill my quads running hard on the first downhill - I might have a chance to make it.  But I won't lie, I was pretty nervous.  I seriously had no business doing a race of 26 miles and 7000' of climbing at these altitudes.  I mean, this is a race for people who TRAINED for it.  
Lots of climbing early on so I took a conservative approach and did the "walk when it's up and run easy when it's down." I felt great heading into Mosquito Pass around mile 12, when the race starts a 2.5 mile climb with about 2000' of elevation gain. Sucks. So. Bad. Not only is the pitch of the climb enough to choke on a lung, the trail is full of loose rock that makes is extremely difficult to plant you damn foot without breaking an ankle.  Add some snow and 40 mph winds and whalaa, I left that "good" feeling smack at the base and wouldn't pick it up for a few more hours.

Many times I screamed I wanted this climb to end while making small gains to the top of Mosquito. But I wouldn't let myself get my head in a bad place; I knew that'd be the kiss of death having so much more left to do.  I just climbed.  And climbed and climbed and swore and promised God all my children if I made it to the top alive and climbed some more.  And eventually I was treated to the summit, at 13,200', and greeted by the original race founder, Ken Chlouber, who was personally thanking everyone who got up there.  I won't lie, I got a little choked up.

I quickly headed back down, trying to remain upright on that loose spree rock while dodging runners coming up. I tried to be encouraging to all; many looked liked hell (there had to be some that just didn't make it).  I surprisingly ran well down, keeping my eye on a target girl with light blue shorts so she wouldn't get out of my sight.  We played leap-frog back and forth for the next few hours and this became my distraction all the way to the end (she got me the last mile). Another suck-ass climb due to a reroute of the original course because of excessive snow on it, but I was surprised how I started passing a lot of people here.  Once at the top (1300' in about a mile, gah!!!) I could tell I was getting tired.  When the aid station guy said we just had 6 more miles and one more 2-mile climb, I did the math where exactly I was for the first time that day and knew I would make the cutoffs, even if I walked the entire rest of the way.  Aside from the small bit of fatigue, I felt remarkably good and decided I'd just gun the downhills.

I passed probably 15 people on the last 2-mile stretch home as most people were walking.  But I felt great and was running well.  The last mile is always a doozie because you turn onto the street with the finish line about 3/4 of a mile ahead and you can see it FOREVER and just want to be done!  But I ran, ran hard, and crossed, beaming, in 6:38. FAR exceeding the 8-hours I thought it'd take me.  Elated!
Ran into my friend, Jenn, at the finish.  She got 2nd in her age group and finished a good 45 minutes before me.
Despite all my fears entering this race, I felt strong the whole time, and due to Melissa's relentless emails to hill train on Mt. Falcon each week, I never completely obliterated.  After the race, I wasn't particular sore, just extremely sleepy and famished.  I have her to thank.  And I have.

Training goes in waves, I think.  Sometimes it flows better than others.  It's not my year to be knocking out some crazy age group wins and times on my watch that I'm super proud of, but the races I've done this spring have taught me a lot about myself and how much grit I can push out of me when I want to.  And I've had a ton of fun.  And really, isn't it why we do this sport in the first place.  I think so.

As Spring turns to Summer, my race calendar is empty as is my soon-to-be house.  I think a lot about how I'm going to fill the next phase of the year racing, but more so, how I'm going to fill in the next phase of my life after the boys are gone.  I know they will always need me (as does my 23 year old daughter), but my roll is changing and losing its usefulness (thank you, Petra!!) and that is a bit scary, yet exciting.  I have no firm plans but quite a few paths I'm exploring.

Until I fill in the blanks, I'm sure you can find me at the base of Mt. Falcon every Tuesday night, preparing for whatever IT is.

Mt. Falcon
As of June 23:
Miles run: 984.67
Vertical miles: 100,085'

Run strong, my friends!
Jill

24 comments:

Char said...

For a year that was going to be low-key. with no lofty goals, you've achieved over and over again. I want to be like you when I grow up - except that I'm already older than you are.

ajh said...

Yeah you are amazing. Over and over again. Enjoy those kids!

petraruns said...

Oh Jillie - consider yourself hugged. I think that maybe you and I need to find a race to train for together - on different continents - to run next year. Wow - what a woman you are and how you inspire me. First off, I think that DNF is important to have in your repertoire of experiences. We all fear these DNFs - I, personally, right now, am fearing Ironman cutoffs - but honestly - worlds don't end. You DNFed and in the end, you ran really well following that race. Also - we sometimes need reminders that running experience and a bit of training aren't everything - sometimes not focusing on a race means you can't pull it out of your pocket. Don't I know it. But that marathon you ran girl - I love how you did it and how it made you feel. As for your overall running - you know, some seasons in our lives running is purposeful and guided and we are moving towards a goal. And sometimes running is just what we do because the rest of life is complex and we're unsure and this running - however crappily we are doing at it -is something we can somehow still cobble together. And - of course - your cobbling together is pretty damn awesome cobbling together. Getting to the end of your usefulness in one particular role is hard, but realising it is the first step and letting go of that role is the second - do that and the next thing will become apparent. Even if it is only a step, just take it. It will lead to others. Do I sound like Yoda? Sorry I am. Hugs for you Jillie. Let's do something nuts next year. Love youxxx

Teamarcia said...

Even in your "unfit" state, it all sounds like pure awesome to me. Glad you and Melissa are up to some fun adventures. Sigh on the empty house. A new chapter for sure. Can't even imagine. Will Ryan run in college?
Miss you girl!

bobbi said...

Love seeing a post from you! And I love that even your "crappy undertrained" running is all kinds of awesome.

DNFs suck for sure, but sometimes, it's just the right thing to do. Manufactured justification or no, we do this because we love it, and sometimes it's ok to stop simply because it isn't fun anymore that day. Way to let it go and move on to the next thing :)

As my kids get older, the empty house thing looms. I have a long way to go on paper, but I swear, these years are flying by. Hugs!

Mo said...

As always, your photos are amazing. Thanks for the recap, I was wondering where you had been :)

simplycj said...

Ohmigawd you blogged!!!! I keed I keed... ;-) Seriously wish I lived near you, I neeeeed the kick in the pants! I have a gnarly race coming up this Fall and my Spring races left me fat and burned out. :( Just now starting (again) heart rate training...deflating. You inspire me Jill!!!

Suz and Allan said...

Whew, you've been busy but it sounds like things have been pretty great with running and your family! Hope you all enjoy the summer.

One Crazy Penguin said...

Yay for a new post! And well done on all of the races. You're such a freaking rock star. I love that you completed a crazy vertical insane marathon in almost the same amount of time it took me to complete a rolling hills marathon. Freaking. Rock star.

You can always fill your time with coming to visit blogger friends and racing in new locations :) Plus, I promise that I will be in Denver sometime later this year!

Cory Reese said...

I love exactly everything about this post. (Well, except for that pesky DNF....I've been there, done that myself.)

I admire your determination and how you fill your life with excitement and adventure.

Well done my friend!

Robin said...

I loved reading this post (always do). I think you have some spectacular, albeit challenging, places to run down there! Absolutely awesome. You amaze me with how well you do (even if you don't think you're doing well) based on your training. I guess that's experience and will helping you through. I think the DNF was the right thing though I can imagine how hard it was to make that decision. I've yet to DNF myself and often wonder "when" it will happen. You'll have lots of free time on your hands so maybe a trip to Canada is in your future :)
Thanks for all the support and keep running and taking photos to share....Love coming to see them.

Paul Rodman said...

Wow, big post.
It will be interesting to see how you life changes with an empty house coming up ;)

I like your new tables My GOD what a number of races in 2013. I just don't have the time, even with no training. (Jealous)

These ultras with 100,000 ft of climbing at 60,000 ft scare the crap out of me. I prefer a nice road race, thankyouverymuch. I don't want to have to wear a space-suit. ;)

Anyway, your running seem to be doing just fine, despite your claims to the contrary.

Someday hope to run a race with you! (You will have to be in bad shape)

ur friend,
paul

HappyTrails said...

Despite the challenges Life tends to pummel you with, you are continuing to get out, do, and have fun! Keep on keeping on!

Liz said...

WOW!!

I almost DNF'd reading your post, it was exhausting just reading about your exploits - incredible! Some great running, and I love the first photo of you with your graduates - beautiful pic.

mighty termitey said...

wait... i thought you said you've laid off from running... lol my goodness, i'm exhausted just reading abut your adventures. :-)
hey, congrats to the boys and to you. as a mom you do deserve much of the praise. xo

you rock.

Meghan Ling said...

JILLIE!! Your babies are SO big now. So cute and you look awesome! Glad you are keeping yourself busy and on the trails but YIKES, I saw your snake on FB and you were so smart to let it pass!!! Creepy!
Anyway, we can't wait to see Leadville and play in your gorgeous state!
HUGS!! The new Hokas are out!!!

Terzah said...

I finally read this!! Wow, what a great time at that Leadville 26.2. You are doing great for what you call a "down year." I think *I* was the one who was going slow yesterday. :^)

Adrienne said...

"Training goes in waves" . Perfect!

PR or no PR, looks like you're getting more out of your experiences than most! There is no timeframe that does any justice for some of those shots:)

jillieb2 said...

You are a bad ass! Even while I suffer with PF I'm hopeful especially after reading your post. Thanks!

Raina R. said...

That's a whole lotta vert!
You seem to be doing incredible things off the no-plan plan :)
So glad to read you are soaking up every minute you have with the boys. I can start to see how quickly time will go by.
As always, your photos are jaw-dropping and inspiring too.
♥ Thanks for your wisdom, friend. Glad to hear from you.

Mike Ransick said...

Just noticed I missed this post, yep I'm a loser. You've been busy! Glad you found a friend to run with on Tuesdays. Glad you've pushed yourself with less than optimal training and enjoyed your races. Glad you have peace about your DNF. I guess you can say I'm happy for you :-). Oh, and jealous of your beautiful training and racing views.

Black Knight said...

Welcome back to Blogland. Sorry if I have missed this interesting post full of great photos.
You are doing great.

2 Slow 4 Boston said...

I just left a comment on one of you post from last year thinking it was your most recent one. Now I see you've been posting this year, just not as often as before. It appears I need to figure out how to navigate blogs again, not that I have carved out time for it. Looks to me like your running pretty well.

Johann said...

Are you going to follow up this post with "wrapping up summer...?"