What have I done to train for my upcoming 53k race?
-I ran 70-80km a week.
-I did a 34.5km trail race with quite a bit of elevation gain recently.
-I will carb load today. There are ample Bosnian bakeries around to accomplish this.
That’s about it. I am relying on years and years of running long distances to get me through.
I truly never know how I will do until I am in a race. I have these vague ideas of how it might turn out, but really I don’t know what my pace or finish time will be. I am yet to take a DNF (knock on wood). Luckily for my family, the race is providing a live tracker so they know when to be at the finish line.
So, this is how I will kick off my fall break–spending time in one one of the prettiest places in the world. I will run the Dinaric Alps along the Dalmatian Coast, for hours, finding strength in mountains.
Then, I will spend the rest of my break lounging around on the pebbled beaches with my family.
I was feeling pretty dead this week. So, I listened to my body and went slower.
Sunday: My legs were hella tired today. Two half marathons in one week, both sub 1:45 half’s, had my legs asking for a recovery run–slow n’ easy.
Monday: Shortie run. Had to get out of town and needed to hit the road early. Running can be time consuming. Good fun nonetheless.
Tuesday: Went for a beautiful trail run. I stopped and talked to quite a few day hikers and backpackers. After talking with them decided to take the family to Alpine Lake later that day. Ended up doing over 24 kilometers (I started my Garmin late on the hike). Wonderful day but certainly earned some beers by the end.
Wednesday: After 24 kilometers yesterday, I decided to take a day off this week.
Thursday: Feeling a bit sluggish but got out there and feel better for it.
Finally got around to listening to Ear Hustle. A very well done podcast that will be making the routine circulation in my audio experiences.
Friday: Felt pretty wiped out this week. Not running at peak performance but also feel okay with that. Sometimes your body just needs to take it easier.
Saturday: I decided to go to the trails today. The Oregon Trail. It was hot and dusty. Still feel like taking it slow, so am listening to my body.
Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience. -Ralph W. Emerson
Hiking is a great way to spend a day off from running. It is also really good for our kids to get outside and into nature. Both of them love it. Their imaginations run wild and they find endless entertainment in the rocks, sticks, dirt, butterflies, chipmunks, and whatever else they discover along the way. They learn to get back up when they fall and scrape their knees, both of which did this on our 13.7 kilometer (8.5 mile) hike through the trails of Bogus Basin.
This is another annual hike we do. It is about an hour drive from our house and is one of the greener places to be found in the desert city of Boise. Driving up Bogus Basin Road, you can see the terrain change from dry, dusty, brown to green, muddy, pine trees. It makes me reminiscent of the greener Northern Idaho, where I was born and bred.
The hike has a fair bit of elevation gain throughout, but the kids did great. Lady H was packed for most of it, but insisted on getting out and walking parts herself, which is wonderful to see her exerting her love of nature like the rest of us. B hiked nearly the whole thing, with an occasional piggy back ride from me. It took us a little under four hours, but very little complaining. The break at Stack Rock helped B regain his energy. As for Mr. G, he was pretty tired from doing most of the packing of Lady H.
There is no place in the world that brings the same feeling as the wilderness of Idaho. You can feel and see the patience of nature in every direction. Stress evaporates. There is something instinctual in being in the woods. It feels like it is a place we are supposed to be. I spend a lot of my life feeling foreign and stretching my learning, which is wonderful and I am grateful for all of the opportunities, but places like this are places where I can just be.
Every summer, we do a family hike into the Foothills behind our house. We have done this since we first built our house and it was vast open space. It was once on the edge of town, but now it has started to blend into the rest of Boise. We have watched houses be built in our neighborhood, then the next neighborhood over, and so on. We sit at the top of the hill and contemplate what it will look like in ten years time.
Our annual tradition involves cheatgrass and local beers. We always go in the afternoon, after naps and early dinner. The wind is always blowing and the hot sun beats down. As the years have gone by, B has gotten stronger and more capable of hiking longer portions on his own. It is now Lady H’s turn to go through the slow release of independence as she goes in and out of the pack, taking turns with running and running out of energy.