Random Thoughts

This was a mostly lazy weekend spent enjoying beer (there was a Beer Festival in Whitefish Saturday which was great fun), friends and lazing about.  Today was downright dreary, and my original plan to go hiking was quickly tossed aside in favor of lounging on the couch drinking coffee and reading.  I finally read Jill's book, "Ghost Trails," and enjoyed it tremendously.  It's a little strange reading a book written by someone you know, but also very cool.  It's nice to get a better peek into a friend's psyche.  Jill is such a great writer -- sort of the opposite of me.  I am a good technical writer, but struggle to express myself in a way that conveys my deep down feelings and thoughts.  This is just as well because I don't really want to share my deep down feelings and thoughts and you probably don't want to know them :p  Back to Jill's book. . . and this isn't a full on review by the way, I might try to write one at some point. . . she alternates chapters talking about the Iditerod bike race and memories of horrible outside adventures, often involving her now ex-boyfriend Geoff.  It all made me laugh because I can relate so well.

I finally decided to get off my lazy butt and take Sonja for a little trail run or hike.  I had no plan, just to at least spend 30 minutes outside off the couch.  We headed to Herron Park, an ol' standby, and ended up running for 3 incredibly relaxing and effortless hours.  Our pace was pretty good too if I may say so myself (though I'm not going to share my idea of good).  I sometimes forget how much I need to spend some time alone (or with my dog) to chill out, listen to music (or not) and think.

I spent some time thinking about Jill's book, and couldn't help but feel a little pissed off that Geoff broke up with her.  While I generally understand that life is too short to be with someone you don't want to be with, and generally recognize the fact that not everyone, great as they are, is the ideal mate for any particular person, it really sort of makes me mad and sad when my friends aren't appreciated as fully as they deserve to be.  You never want people you care about to experience the pain of rejection, though it's inevitable for most people at some point in life, and you always think your peeps are the coolest most awesome peeps there are.  So why doesn't everyone?  I started thinking about the sort of mafia-like approach I take (in my head) to my friends.  I just can't help it.

Finally, though it might be viewed as reckless, I enjoyed listening to my iPod loudly the whole time I ran.  I figured I wouldn't hear a mountain lion anyhow if there were one, and there are very few bears over in Herron Park.  I listened to Interpol and Julian Plenti over and over and over.  I get obsessed with particlar songs and listen to them until I just can't listen to them anymore.  I'm not sure this is normal -- Ted never does this.

All in all a great day.  I'm looking forward to reading Melissa Joulwan's book about roller derby next.  I have never met her but I read her blog (she's a devoted Crossfit chica) and think she's awesome.  I'm embarassed I haven't read it yet.  (And am equally embarassed that I only now read Jill's book).

Conquerors of the Useless

Last night friends and I saw the movie 180 Degrees South, which documents the adventure of this guy Jeff as he tries to recreate an epic climbing trip done in the late 1960s by Yvon, the founder of Patagonia and his lifetime buddy Doug.  Yvon and Doug loaded their climbing gear and surfboards in a van and went to Patagonia -- they recorded portions of their trip and Jeff later found the footage and became obsessed with this trip.  The film ultimately becomes focused on the theme of environmental degradation and how if you love a place you need to protect it.  I couldn't help but feel guilty since I am definitely a consumer.  I recycle and try to walk to work but readily buy gear I could probably live without.  Of course, I'm helping keep Yvon rich, right?  That way he can save Patagonia???  Ha ha.  The film also made me feel super lame as I am neither a surfer nor a climber and these people just seem soooooo cool. 

What I really took from the movie, other than a guilty conscience and a sense of uncoolness, is the reminder that life is about today and living each day for the moment.  Yvon, around age 70, remarks a couple of times that he's where he wants to be -- in the now -- not in the past or future.  He reflects that he has lived a great life and wouldn't change a thing.  Of course not -- he has lived his life like a California surfer and also started one of the coolest retail companies in the world and is probably super rich.  Remarkable people often seem to achieve remarkable things and I think that's awesome.  I really admire Yvon's attitude and want to strive to be more that way.  I enjoy most of the moments I'm in but have always been someone looking towards the future.  Whether it be planning a vacation or thinking about the next 5 years -- it's hard I think to really stay in the present.  Part of why I love being outside is that blissed out feeling of place and belonging to the world -- it's an easy time to soak in the moment.  But I want to feel this way more during the mundane moments at the office or vacuuming.  OK I might be reaching...

Another line from the movie that I loved and think applies to damn near everything is (roughly):   You're walking forward and come to a cliff.  You have two choices -- you can take another step forward or turn 180 degrees and take one step forward.  Which is forward progress?  This was stated in the context of our path to environmental destruction, a topic I find really overwhelming, but I think I'll keep this idea in my pocket since I am often the one who would step off the cliff just because that's the direction I think I'm supposed to be going.  

Finally, I felt validated by the idea that these epic adventures and useless physical endeavors do have value and worth since the process, which is what matters, make us better people.  Yvon thinks so -- so there. 

Girls Weekend

This weekend seven of us spent the weekend hiking in Glacier National Park.  We car camped near St. Mary and hiked to Canada on Saturday (Two Medicine to Ptarmigan Tunnel to Belly River to Chief Mountain border crossing).  Sunday we hiked to Iceberg Lake, which was gorgeous though rainy.  It was a fantastic weekend and so fun-filled I still have a mountain hangover.

It's definitely turning to fall here.  As I type, my fingers are a little numb from my morning run.  Gloves would have been good.  I'm excited for the snow to fly so I can get to work building my Susitna sled and return to the work of learning to ski.  Before then, however, I am going to eek out every bit of hiking/trail running I can.  I'm finally back in the spirit of things -- just as our very short summer is threatening to end.  Lots of good stuff on tap though.

Fair Time and Goals

Yesterday I went to the Western Montana Fair in Missoula with my friend Angie.  I forgot to bring my camera and only took this picture with my cell phone.  We spent the day watching horse racing, drinking beer and eating fair food.  This is not a blog post about "how to eat healthfully at the fair."  There were some mean nachos and fried cheese curds involved.  It was an absolute blast and today, though I had originally thought about doing a hike in Glacier, is a relaxing lazy day.  Sometimes it's nice to just sit around and digest the fair food.

In other "news" (ha ha ha) below is me modeling my new socks.  I love these socks.  Coach Buf took the picture at Crossfit.  Try not to be blinded by my legs.

OK so finally, I need some race goals.  I have enjoyed a hiatus from mega-goal setting but am hungry to return.  I signed up for a 50 miler in October (Firetrails in the bay area in California) and am seriously thinking about the Susitna 100, which is in Alaska in February.  It's on snowmobile trail and I'd have to pull a sled with at least 15 pounds of gear.  My friend Jill would be a good resource since she's done all manner of winter bike racing, and my friend Andrew used to have the foot course record so probably knows a lot about it.  I'm excited thinking about. . . and that's what I need, something that gets me excited when I think about it.  It seems a little insane but that's part of the fun, right?

Untold Dangers in Glacier National Park

Today Ted and I hiked to Triple Divide Pass on the east side of Glacier National Park.  It was a slightly gloomy cool day, but this 14 mile round-trip hike is very pleasant and offers some nice views. 

What we didn't anticipate, though Jill and I recently brushed with this situation a couple weeks ago, was the very aggressive marmots.  Yes, they look like muppets and are the size of a cat, but those little muppet eyes hypnotically say "I want your snacks."  We were sitting on the pass enjoying some cheese and trail mix when suddenly we were surrounded by these dangerous creatures.

We narrowly escaped with our lives.  People get so worked up about grizzly bears and mountain lions, but these guys. . . almost as dangerous as the "agressive white tail deer" that a woman had to shoot at the day it became legal to be armed in the Park.  You never know what sort of dangers you will encounter here in the northern Rockies.

Crosstraining

A month or so ago I hesitantly decided to try roller derby.  I had been casually chatting with my friend Erich about how bad-ass I thought roller derby was when he informed me that there's a league in the Flathead and that his wife was actually a roller derby girl.  Turns out his wife is awesome both generally and at derby.  Roller derby, which is a contact sport, is so not "me" in many ways and is completely outside my comfort zone.  But I'm really digging it.  It's fun on its own merits and I'm getting more comfortable with hitting other girls and being on skates. 

that's me on the right with the red helmet

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that's me with the red helmet and striped socks

I think that branching out and trying new things, especially things that are sort of uncomfortable to me, has been a great experience.  Skiing is a sport that scared me before but I'm more comfortable on skis and love it.  I highly recommend pushing outside that comfort zone -- and roller derby.  Here are the rules if you're at all interested.  Basically you skate in a pack and there's a "jammer" for each team who tries to get through the pack and scores points that way.  You block the other team's jammer and try to help your own.  It's fun.  Great workout and a good compliment to my running -- so long as I don't break bones, right?

Swan Crest 100 -- experiencing an ultra from the other side

This weekend was the inaugural Swan Crest 100, and it was basically a success.  There were 44 starters and 20 finishers, and all runners agreed that it was a tough course.  The aid stations, which were sort of my responsibility, were absolutely amazing, and my friends who manned (womanned) the aid stations really went above and beyond.  I sort of feel like it's pushing the bounds of  friendship to ask for this much help but my friends cheerfully helped and rocked.  Iris hiked up several tons of gear and water with her husband with help from Rebecca and her husband to man the Six Mile mountain aid station.  Deb and Callie and Allison hosted the most chillaxed and luxurious aid station I saw near Strawberry Lake trailhead.  Jill came up from Missoula and was a huge help as she helped both me and Brad do random errands and kept us company as we drove all over the valley a million times over.  My friends Kim, Krista and Angie, who aren't even into ultrarunning at all, manned the Broken Leg aid station -- and Kim really took charge and got no sleep at all.  Everyone (runners and RDs) were extremely pleased with Kim.  She's such an awesome friend and person.  And, Ted manned the last aid station alone from 5 a.m. or so until late afternoon.  That was some serious good husband-ness.  The person originally planning to do this couldn't and Ted stepped right up to the plate and saved us.  Thanks Ted!

Though there was one black bear sighting but no negative bear encounters. 

I am completely wiped after sleeplessness and the stress of being (or at least feeling) responsible for others' safety and satisfaction.  It's a lot of work to put on these things, and I was one of four RDs (and definitely not the person who bared the most weight on his/her shoulders).  I'm excited to get the process going for next year.  It was a little strange how Keith Hammer was lurking about taking pictures, videotaping runners and volunteers, watching through binoculars and scribbling on his clipboard.  I am interested to see what his reaction is, though I can't help but assume that there's a zero percent chance that he will have anything positive to say. . .   Anyhow, I thought it was awesome and am pleased with how it went.  There were a couple small things that were less awesome but thankfully none of the less awesome stuff was fatal.

Stupidly, I didn't take pictures.  That's how busy and tired I was!