|Tree Hugging Saturday|
I like to think of myself as a pretty on-time person, mainly due to the fact that growing up, my parents couldn't be on-time to save their lives. I was often late to school, girl scouts, soccer practice, even Mass! So, being on time to me even means being about ten minutes early. Saturday I had told Punky to be at my pad around 7:45. I got up around 6:30, dottled around as I got ready and thought I had plenty of time to get going. But then, around 7:10, I got a text message that read, "You should really buy a rake." WTH? Ron? Followed by the next text at 7:11, "I'm outside." Oh $hit! He's here! Already? Quick, get dressed and let him in! Dude was over a half hour early! Talk about on time! And talk about embarrassing! So, I let him in and scrambled to get ready as he drank my coffee and hassled my dog.
Soon enough, we were in the car making the 20 minute drive to the race. The race was almost in my backyard, in the beautiful Santa Cruz mountains in Saratoga, CA. This was the first event that Brazen put on at this park, but they did an awesome job as always. Thank goodness Punky was early - it took us almost 15 minutes to get into the park with all the traffic. After we parked, got body-glided up, we headed over to pick up our chips and meet up with my girl Stacey and Ron's friend Anne. (Side note: did you ever notice, Punky has a LOT of girl runner friends!) The weather was really perfect, overcast and a bit foggy, but not too cold. After a few pictures with the gang, we lined up at the start together. Stacey was doing the 10K with Anne, while us two stupids, Ron and I, were doing the half. Stupid only hit us when we were a half mile into the run and wanting to turn around and find a doughnut shop instead ;)
|Stacey and me - she's the smart one on the right|
The theme of the day became, "on your left!" We heard it constantly from the majority of our fellow runners passing us. Hahaha! Neither Punky or I could keep up with the mountain goats passing us. No big deal really, we had plenty of beautiful scenery to keep us occupied, and well, when you run with Punky - a good time will be had, even if your walking. I really, really wish I had put a sign on my shirt that read, "I'm not usually this slow! I ran a 3:34 marathon last week!" Funny how as runners, we don't ever want to show a "slow" side, but if there ever was one, yesterday was my slow day. I just hoped I wasn't slowing Punky down too much.
And so the day went on. Walk, jog the uphills, fly down the down hills - "fly" being relative also. We chatted with fellow runners, took in the great smells of the damp forest and just generally goofed off as we made our way to the top.
|I'm also a bird lover ;)|
At the final aid station, we both stopped to fill our water bottles and grab a cup of water. I started chatting with a few runners and the support staff, when I turned around and I couldn't see Punky. Now, by no means was this a large area, so I would have seen him and his hair if he was still there. But no, he ditched me! He took off and left me as I stood there drinking my water. Argh! So I high-tailed it down there where I found him running down the hill trying to leave my slow butt. What a friend, what a friend. It was when I found him that I got my revenge, I jumped into a giant mud puddle and covered us both in mud! Tee hee! That's what you get for leaving me. Don't worry, he knew I would catch him...eventually. And so we made our way back down the mountain.
Down? Yeah, not so much. There wasn't much down happening on the way back. I guess it is possible to go up both ways in a race. We were cursing the course and Sam at this point - he's a dirty, dirty race director. Our legs were both toast at this point and we still had six miles to get back. So, back to shenanigans for us! More dirty jokes, more making fun of our slow selves and finally the miles began to tick by. We would attempt to run the down hills when we could, but both of us had quads there were screaming at us. No biggie, we still enjoyed the scenery.
|My view for the majority of the race - check out those calf muscles! Meow!|
Yes, you read that right, it took us 3 hours, seventeen minutes and fifty-eight seconds to go 12.4 miles - or a 15:58/mi pace. Just think, I covered more than twice that distance the week before in almost the same amount of time - hahaha! When we finished, we felt like we had just come back from war - we saw some crazy things out there people, some of which will forever be etched into my brain. But you know what, I HAD A BLAST! Yes, the course was the most difficult trail race I have ever done, but I couldn't have done it without Punky, and I sure as heck wouldn't have had as much fun! Thanks Ron, you're a gem, and I'm so glad we got to share this "experience" together. Note to self: NEVER run this one again!
|Before - all happy and ignorant|
Thanks Ron for all the great pics - at least the ones I could show here and still keep my blog rated PG.
My legs were pretty tore up all day yesterday, but I iced-bathed when I got home and today they felt pretty dang good so I went out for a quick run. I was so surprised they felt so good, in fact, they just wanted to run! I did some fartleks and some speed and enjoyed a foggy run - 5 miles in 39:44 - 7:57/mi pace. Did not know I still had it in me. I even managed to run over 27 miles this week even post marathon. Recovery went really well, I'm still recovering mind you, but so far so good.
I have a busy week again ahead of me, 2 days of tax classes and some snow boarding are on schedule!
Have a wonderful week peeps, I'm off to catch up with all of you!