Locked Out

I'm feeling pretty boring and restrained in my blogging lately.   It's not as easy to write whatever I want without worrying about the reaction as it was when I first started.  I'm getting the vibe from people in my personal life that the internet sucks, you have to be careful what you make public, you should be boring and neutral.

First, I complained/joked about something personal on Facebook, and was warned by a number of people that despite the fact I can control my privacy settings and technically nobody should be able to see what I write if I don't want them to see it, that it was a risky move.  But I complain/joke in real life, so I don't really see the harm in acting like myself on the internet.....?

Second, the Gentleman said something that made me LOL that basically made fun of what he has perceived from the running blog world.  I asked if I could repeat it on the blog, and permission was deeeee-nied.  Judgment by strangers isn't his bag.  And I want to share bags with him.

So I'm feeling like there's a big basket of sensitivity out there and thus, bland posts only for sale.  Here's my bland recap of my days since my last post.

Sunday: 0
Monday: 0
Tuesday: 0
Wednesday: 13.7
Thursday: 12.7
Friday: 0
Saturday: 20.2 a.m., 4.5 p.m. (what!?!?)
Sunday: 0 (but 10+ miles of walking, for a very good reason, below)
[Total: 51.1 miles ran, 10 walked]

Possibly my lowest milage week of the year.  (I just checked, I had a 50 mile week in August, that was likely when my calf was bothering me.  The second runner up was a 61 mile week).  Not what I want while trying to whip into marathon goal shape, but given that at many points this week I dramatically decided that I wouldn't be running the marathon at all, 51 miles is a pleasure.

Saturday was whatever the 2012 word for "the bomb" is.  It was great.  I woke up at 7:00 a.m., checked myself, and decided that YES I definitely wanted to join trail and ultra runner extraordinaire Aron on a 35k trail run in Tilden Regional Park.  (35k = just under 22 miles).

Photo of part of the Tilden trails we ran, swiped from XLMIC's blog

This is something I had wanted to do for a while, but I held off because I wasn't sure whether my body or weekend plans would permit.

After the Dirt Inspires trial half-marathon, I knew I wanted to run another trail race to strengthen my quads, glutes, fear of mountain lions and poison oak, etc.  Plus, when you live in the Bay Area, you kind of reach a point where you have to admit that not taking advantage of the access to hundreds of beautiful trails makes you a moron.

I think I had originally imagined myself running the thing hard, to trash my legs and give them a good hard challenging workout.  The decision to run it purely for a good time was spontaneous and unplanned.  I started out running with Aron, who was beginning to pack on the miles for a 44+ mile weekend for herself, and within 3 miles realized I had no intention of trying to dominate the trails, or run ahead without Aron.  Why?  To be nice to my hip; to not get lost (Aron knows these trails backwards and forwards, and carried a map); to keep the great company; and to properly learn what to eat at the rest stops ;)

We missed a rest stop so didn't find one until somewhere past mile 9, at which point I was hungry and thirsty and hot.  The wise Aron taught me well.  I went for a boiled potato dipped in salt, and some fizzy cold Coke.  Oh my gosh, THIS is why people love trail running! So much more awesome than sprinting past some volunteers while grabbing a dixie cup of sloshing water that mostly lands on your shirt.  I also took some Clif shot-blocks and munched on my merry way.

The course was a bit confusing, and some vandalism led to a missed loop which is why we ended up with 20.2 miles instead of 21.7 (35k).  After 3.5 hours on my feet, in the heat, with some serious climbs, I was okay with the early finish ;) wink wink wink wink wink.  No more emoticons, promise.

The extra 4.5 miles that evening was an easy, flat, lake run with the Gentleman after he came home from work.  24+ miles in one day during a week when I am complaining of hip pain? Not wise you say? Yeah, I know.  But no exaggeration, the best my body felt all week was during the 20 miles of trails.

We watched Looper that evening.  I had a serious panic attack at about two scenes.  Movie is intense, and has some scenes that visually disturbed me enough that I now have new nightmare material for years.  But it was TIMELESSLY good. Geeeeeez, it's been a while since I left a theatre feeling so impressed by a script and acting.  JGL rocked the house, nothing surprising about that.  And it IS about time traveling, so let some of your logic take a nap.

JGL covered in make-up

Sunday wasn't supposed to be zero miles, but fate intervened in the form of us locking ourselves out of our apartment at 10:00 a.m. on our way out to brunch.

It was a slow motion disaster, where as I was shutting the door behind us, the Gentleman cried "nooooooooo" (slow mo) and I watched the door close after us.  First time in 4.5 years living together that this has happened....I usually ask "you got keys?" before closing the door.

Luckily, we had one wallet and one phone to work with (why be mysterious, it was his wallet and his phone because I hate carrying stuff and left the house empty-handed).  So we ate this amazing brunch at Flora while using Sherlock Holmes' skills to track down our landlord's phone number (we usually only email him) and beg him to let us in.

Fresh donuts....chocolate sauce, jam.



The landlord's response?  "mmm.  Maybe I can let you in at 4:30 this afternoon."  Shhhiiiiit.

So we moseyed around Oakland and Berkeley for 6 hours, 10+ miles, one slurpee, one Gatorade, one coconut water, one purchased bottle of sunscreen, and many "our landlord is a dick" before finally getting word from our landlord that he would indeed help us out.  We were let in just before 5:00.

I was toast from the sun, so a run wasn't in the cards.  And I always check with fortune teller cards before deciding whether to run or not.