"Only those who risk failing greatly can ever succeed greatly." –RFK
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Trail fun with the boy at dusk
Ahhh! So I went up the mountain to try some of the easier trails. I was amazed at how fast my heart was beating going up. Am I THAT outa shape? Was it the slight altitude change? Would I really be able to feel a difference in altitude of 2000 feet? Perhaps a little of both. It's been since June 2005 since I've been up the mountain, with only one lame attempt to in September 2006 which didn't work too well.
It had been so long that I barely recalled the trails. Good thing Steely's been up there with David every weekend. I just let him show me the way.
Poor boy, though, he'd run ahead and then turn around and either wait for me or run back to me and off again, as if to say "hurry up, slowpoke!." And he did this, hmm, about 100 times in one 6 mile run (for me)! He's obviously used to running with David who is faster on the trails. Still, we both got in a good workout.
Both my knees and ankles are a little sore because I'm not used to the uneven terrain. Overall, I feel very good about going outside my head mentally and beyond the paved roads physically. I've already learned my lesson about patience, so don't worry about me doing anything more than "a little at a time."
Oh, and for the Barkley, I will wear my ASO's on BOTH ankles for sure!
I am an ultra runner, physician and have been medical director of some of the toughest ultras. I tend to be a mover and a shaker and louder than my size suggests. However, my Gemini twin is gentler and contemplative, an artist, a writer, and a poet. I am a dog lover, a believer in souls, and have a special affinity for those who struggle because I have been there.
This is my crazy lovable huggable Weimaraner, Steely Dan. I call him Steely. He left us in January of this year at only 6 years from lymphoma that did not respond to chemotherapy treatments. Steely was a total goof. He loved trail running, road running, treadmill running, new experiences, making eye contact, sleeping on his back, me, kids, and liver treats. He was Zappa's best friend. We miss him dearly.
This is Stella. A rescue from the shelter. She's about 6 months old and a Border Collie. She is a joyous bundle of energy and curiosity and now also Zappa best friend. She will make a nice running partner when she grows up.
This is the now the big brother of my family - a rescued Greyhound. His name is Frank Zappa. I call him Zappa. He's 7 years old and has learned all about life beyond the track and crate from Steely when he was with us. It was very rewarding to watch his personality bloom as he settled into the family. And yes, he runs like the wind!
This is Natasha, my dearest friend. She was with me through college, medical school, residency, and she moved with me from Chicago to Spokane several years ago. She was my best running partner for 10 years. My sweet Natasha died from bone cancer in 2006. I miss her still. I hung a windchimes over the deck outside. When it chimes, I smile and think she has finally -- wherever she is now -- caught a squirrel!