


Zeke, Sonja and Ted took their places today to see me model my latest design -- a fleece purple cheetah print running skirt, intended to be worn over running tights and worn exclusively at the Cheetah Herders' Snow Joke Half Marathon in two weeks. Sonja wanted to get up close to examine the fabric -- she plans to wear matching purple cheetah fleece herself at the race, which will be her racing debut. Even if she doesn't win the canine division, she will certainly be the most stylish.
In running news. . . oh wait I guess the skirt relates to running. . . anyhow, I felt surprisingly awesome during my 12 mile run with the group today and finished up the week with 62 miles. Sonja finished up with 42 miles for the week.
See look! My feets sink in the "pow" (as Jeannine calls it)It turned out that coming back was a touch easier -- if I ran where I ran on my way out it was more do-able. Still hard of course, but doable. I decided to run 20 steps and walk 20 steps -- I think I read that in one of Olga's race reports and figured it would be good practice. I eventually made it back to the car and thought "hey, maybe I'll do another two miles." It was just a little easier than before (of course) now that I had double tromped the trail. By now, there were some cross-country skiiers out who were using my trail and making it even better. Then, a group of four snowshoers made the trail even better.
Check it out! Broken trail!
Before I knew it, I had completed 8 miles. The catch, however, is that it took me a full 2.5 hours. I debated continuing on and doing 4 hours of this torture (beautiful as it was, it was torture). I thought I was going to fall over I was so exhausted after the 8. And, I had an OCD attack and knew I wanted my 20 miles.
I drove back to Kalispell and ran the remaining 12 with the furball. It was in the 30s so I actually wore capris. I thought about shorts, but I was really chilled from the drive back. My teeth chattered for about a half mile into the 12 mile run. . . but then I was kind of hot the rest of the run.
All told, this run basically took me all day -- between driving and snowshoeing and sitting on the couch in my change of dry running clothes, trying to decide whether I really needed to run another 12, it was a long long run. But there were a lot of good things about it, and I had my adventure for the weekend.
here she is -- photo by gtach and lifted from linked website
It's a little tough to tell but that's Flathead Lake and all those specks are ice fisherman. As Leanne and I were finishing up our 20 miler on Saturday men (they seemed to all be men) were hauling their giant ice crew thingies out in droves and covering the lake. Looks like a giant ice party. In Wisconsin everyone had ice shanties -- here people just sit and fish right out in the open.
I wrapped up my first 3 week block of training -- ran 60 miles this week. Sonja ran 40 miles this week, which hardly tires her unfortunately. I need some miles without her -- she does pull me which makes running a little easier. Since she won't be able to pull me through WS I need to learn to run without her too ;)
Next week will be a slacker week running-wise. I am relieved by that.
For anyone who is curious -- Chris, of the Chicago Runner guys whose link is over -----> on that side somewhere, found out that there is indeed a physiological reason why it's harder to get your heart rate up in extremely cold weather. During the really cold days this week my average HR would be like 123, despite a decent effort. Very interesting. Today it was above freezing, and although we were running through puddles and it was icky my pace was so much faster and it felt so much easier. I'm so fussy about weather I guess. I prefer 34-45 thank you. ;)
We got a healthy dump of snow last night but that didn't stop us from running. Leanne, Tom and I did 11 miles which brought my weekly total to 56ish. Sonja ran 40 miles this week. I left her home this morning thinking she ought to recover from the 15 she did (I did 20) yesterday. Well, she thanked me by taking my Dansko clogs into the yard and destroying one of them. They were only my favorite shoes that I wear every day. But I will just buy new ones and remember to keep shoes put away. When does the puppy stuff end?
Friday night I drove to Helena so that Saturday morning Rebecca and I could do the Helena Ultrarunners League (HURL) Fat Ass 50k. From what I understand, calling your race a "Fat Ass" means that there is no aid, no entry fee, no recorded times. This event was pretty organized and there was actually a lot of aid on the course. And, they kept track of our times (I will only say I have the 3rd fastest female time on the course ever, ha) (ETA, that's wrong I think it's fourth!). I was uber impressed and had a great day. Although the drive to Helena was a little dicey due to snow and such (why is it that Flathead and Missoula counties are able to make roads driveable but Lake county leaves all the scary slush?) the weather on Saturday was perfect. It was about 40 degrees.
The course is a loop from Helena, to Montana City, to somewhere else, up a hill that is literally 6 or more miles and then down a hill that is literally 6 or more miles. It reminded me of the first leg of Hood to Coast coming down. Anyhow, Rebecca and I were practically giddy for the first 10 miles or so, enjoying the weather and scenery and enjoying being alive and running. Rebecca just lost a close friend to cancer and she carried a picture of her friend during the run. I couldn't help but be reminded of how precious health is. Anyhow, we kept the pace slow and steady and kept on keeping on.
Going up the aforementioned never ending (EVER!) hill (I guess it's probably technically a mountain since it was like 2000 feet up), Rebecca, who let herself get dehydrated, was puking and we kind of ambled up which made things easy for those of us not tossing cookies. (Did I mention someone baked the most delicious cookies with chocolate and coconut? Mmmmm. . . ) Anyhow, Rebecca was considering dropping at one point and urged me away from her (I seem to make people sick) so I cruised back to Helena to the finish. Although I stopped to read all the historical markers and to take pictures of the old cabins, lime kilns and other interesting sights. Sho nuff, Rebecca finished behind me -- I knew she wouldn't give up. What's a little nausea really? Pfff. Not when you're stubborn like Rebecca.
It was a really pretty course. It was also fun to run with Rebecca again (she founded our local running club but moved soon after I moved here).
Below you will see a picture of our support vehicle -- Rebecca's husband drove his Ural and carried aid in the sidecar. You can see him practicing riding on two wheels. It was nice to have him there, in addition to all the food offered by HURL.
After the event there was a potluck at Martin (a HURL guy) and Janis' house and it was really fun and nice. Soooooo much food. Which ties into the event -- I did SUCH a great job with my nutrition that I was hungry all day and ravenous when I finished. I never got dehydrated or overhydrated or ran out of energy. It was a perfect training run, I got LOTS of time on my feet ;) and practiced eating and drinking like a champ. I'm pretty sure that by the time I went to bed I'd eaten twice the calories I needed for the day. (And why do I gain weight? :p)
Helena is such a cool town. Lots of open space and easily and quickly accessible trails and very "wild west-ish" with its old historical main street (coming down Grizzly Gulch and on Park street into town). It's much drier than in the Flathead -- once you cross the Continental Divide it's a totally different landscape.
Oh, one other thing. I saw a bald eagle on my drive home -- it flew RIGHT in front of my car so it was very very close (but high enough to be out of harms way). Very cool.




Sonja's Video Debut (with annoying squeaky voiced narration)
OK so this isn't the most fascinating video ever, but I'm learning!!! It's amazing how clearly Sonja is a working dog. She's very serious during our runs, at least the ones on trail in the snow, and seems annoyed by walking and falling. She must think both those things demonstrate a weak character.
cool little trail half a mile from the house
Tonight Ruth and Jerry had a party and I'm always impressed by people like them -- everything is so perfect and you just feel so comfortable and happy. The food was incredible -- salmon that they caught in Alaska, caviar, pheasant, elk marsala, delicious desserts (multiple), good wine and good conversation. I need to take lessons on making the perfect little appetizers and such. They have such a nice house too -- I kind of want to just move in. It's tempting to just stay. But we want to be invited back.
(photo courtesy of Gary)





