Ahhhhhhh, now I can breathe :) It is now exactly two weeks since classes ended, one week since I turned in my application for the Physical Therapist Assistant program (THE goal that has led my life the last four years, more or less), and one week since I finally began to relax. Like, truly relax. Even though the Summer of GnP last summer was supreme relaxation and awesome, I still had school and my application burning in the back of my mind. Those things still hung in the future.
And now, I wait. Wait for the future to unfold, wait for my academic fate to reveal itself. Wait. Like waiting for your runner to come into the aid station where you are supposed to start pacing. You've had no contact with them other than a cryptic pre-race text giving an approximate arrival time, plus or minus 4 hours, and quick run-down of expectations, and you've never actually met them in person for that matter. There are no HAM radio operators to give you an idea of where they are on the course and thus you don't want to escape to the warm confines of your vehicle out of fear of missing them. So you wait, outside, in the cold, rainy night. It's sorta like that. Except a little more fun because I can totally go hang out in the warmth :) But you know what I mean.
And I run. Today is my first day off running in 13 days, two of those were doubles, a couple long runs, one of which was in Moab, and a whole bunch of climbing, and some mud/snow/rain/sun. I forgot to take a day off last week, and the week before. Oops. There is just so much great running to be had here. It's insane. And it'll only get better as the season settles in.
Back in April, Geof and I partook in our first running of the official unofficial BoSho Trail Marathon, unofficially 'hosted' but not really by the MRC. It's a bit of an 'underground' race. It is also pure ridiculousness. Twenty-six point four miles, and a whopping 6,579 ft of climbing packed into that short distance. An equivalent 100 mile elevation chart would reveal ~25,000 ft (so Wasatch 100, pretty much). The weather was perfect for the day (warm-ish, overcast, and windy on the peaks). Geof and I ran together the whole time, shared in the grunting climb up Uncle F****r Hill, that one big climb on the norther section of the big loop, all those other climbs up unknown peaks, across windy ridge lines that produced sweeping views of the valley below and the mountains beside us, through the canyons, along smooth single-track trail, rocky washes, one large bog, up and down and up and down and up up UP. It was an incredible route which introduced us to new (to us) sections of the Bonneville Shoreline Trail, gave our legs a good beating, and made us hungry for more. We sailed into the "finish" line (don't forget, it's not a race, just a group run ;)) in a hair over 5h:50m and we couldn't imagine having run it any faster. That is one tough course. This was the first year (I believe) that a woman broke 5 hours on the course, and there were a couple. So next year, my goal will be to hit about 5 hours. It's definitely possible, especially now that we know the route and can run it...often :)
Other than that, we have just been doing a lot of fun running, and prepping (sort of) for Pocatello 50 on June 1. That's supposed to be a doozy of a race, with the winning times near 9 hours, so that means a long day for the average person. Sounds like it's going to be a lot of fun, even if there is bushwhacking involved.
What's that? Oh, you want some pictures? Okay. Sure, why not.
Antelope Island in April...
Moab in May...
Dodo birds headed to Gemini Bridges...
On the Great Escape trail
He's just got this glow about him...
Dead Horse Point State Park in May...
Channeling my high school pom-pom days
After four plus hours in the car driving home from Moab, I really needed some alpine and dirt so we pulled into Millcreek Canyon and played roulette with the trailhead signs. We landed on the Burch Hollow/Pipeline Trail and all I did was swap out my shirt before we headed out for a quick four miles. I ran in my casual shorts. I needed that run, bad. And it was goooood.
Pipeline-Elbow Fork-Lamb's Canyon-Mt. Aire-Terraces/Elbow Fork-Pipeline run yesterday...
Socked in near 9,000 ft
The aspens are blooming!
After kicking steps into the snow on an uncomfortably steep face heading up to Lamb's Canyon Pass, we decided to turn it around and instead run up Mt. Aire. I was running in front and was making my way across the snow when I decided it was probably a bad idea to continue as it was probably only going to continue that way. I froze. The first thought to cross my mind? Please don't let the last thought I ever have be 'Oh, Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree!' Geof reminded me to relax, and I very sloooooooowwwwwly turned around and made my way back to the muddy trail. It was a single line of melting tracks I was following, and I had to kick new ones in order to stay upright. I probably won't do that again :)
So I was VERY excited to run once we got back on the snow-free part of the trail!
Oh, Wasatch National Forest, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
Yesterday's exploration run landed us a mere 13+ miles, but packed with a punch to the tune of 4,600 ft of climbing. Geof's calculations revealed an equivalent ~35,000 ft. of climb over 100 miles. That's our litmus test...how much would a course's climbing translate into over 100 miles? If it passes the sniff test, then we're cool with it ;) Now we have another great route to use when we're hungry for ascent.
I love running in our backyard :)