Healing

(Photo: Bradley Mongold; from a Columbia Blacktail deer hunt in N. California)

Life is slowly returning to normal with the addition of a few easy runs this past week. The knee held up o.k., but my sissified body is revolting with unbelievable soreness. I can't believe how much fitness I lost in three weeks. I'm trying to be smart with the return to running, but the pull of Spring is strong.

The realization of the price paid by losing three weeks of training has made me rethink some upcoming runs/races. Old Dominion seems out of the question. I really wanted to run a spring 100M, but it seems illogical at this point. I'm thinking I'll simply ease back into things and run one of the best all around races of the East(maybe the country?), Highlands Sky, here in my backyard. Then what? Don't know, but I'll settle for running anything and anywhere at this point. Maybe I'll plan some solo multi-day stuff for the summer? Plans are a changin'.

I was certainly bummed missing out on Promise Land this past weekend. I love the race, but even more I love the fellowship and camaraderie with everyone there. The ultra community is full of some great folks. I'm sure everyone had a great time out there. I'll be back soon! Huge congrats to Lehmann running a PR in 6:14; good enough for 43rd overall. Very impressive. I think he might be on the juice.

Frustration

My ugly right knee

It has been over two weeks now since I've been able to run. I am very frustrated at this point. Frustrated for a stupid fall on the trail to get injured and frustrated that when I can't run, my life is so deeply and pervasively affected by my lack of running.

I've never had an acute injury cause so much trouble. There have been more falls and injuries caused by my clumsiness than I can count over the years, but I have been lucky that none of them have been this bad. I thought this one would be just the same as the others- maybe just a hair worse- but I'm left with deep lingering patellar tendinitis and crepitus in the area of the original contusion that doesn't seem to be wanting to release its grip anytime soon.

I had plans of running the Babcock Half Marathon this weekend. That is most certainly not happening and Promise Land next weekend is very unlikely at this point. I was really looking forward to PL and seeing all the folks there. We'll see what happens. If this does not get better soon then my whole spring plans may be in jeopardy. I am at the mercy of a small piece of fibrous tissue that connects my muscle to bone.

Injuries caused from stupidity in training volume or other reasons I can deal with, but this one has me more aggravated than ever. Watching hard earned fitness go down the tubes is always hard, but made even harder after suffering through a tough winter only to miss out on the most mild and beautiful spring that I can remember.

No more whining- not looking for sympathy-just needed to vent somewhere.

Injured Reserve

"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters."

-Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It

I've had some tough luck as of late in the running department. I took a bad fall on the trails last Tuesday and banged up my right knee pretty bad. Much worse than I initially thought. I ran on it the next day trying to suck it up, but after eleven painful miles I succumbed to the realization which I should have mastered beforehand. I am hurt and my body needs time to rest. Admittedly it has been a frustrating week as I do not do well mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and the obvious, physically, when I am not running. At least I can admit that I suppose. Knowing full well that there are greater tragedies facing our modern world than my not running, I did the next best thing in effort of moving past my pitiful neuroticism; go fishing.

Here are some pictures from my revisiting of my first love from this past weekend:

(Beautiful section of the creek)

(Stalking the trout)

(A WV Native Brookie)

(A WV Native Weirdo)

Trilogy Recon

It was a great day to be alive in the mountains this past Saturday. Dan and I were up on Spruce Mountain to do scouting for some possible course reroutes and we had to get in some extra miles on the sweet trails up there. It was nice to see that winter wasn't quite as harsh to the trails as it was to us and all the wildlife.

Here are a couple of pics and a video from the day.

(Dan posing with a fresh presumed coyote kill)

(Turkey carcass- most likely a casualty of the winter snow pack)

(Running down the nice single track of the Elza Trail)

Ryan Hall

Great interview over at Running Times with Ryan Hall about running and his faith in God. Check it out here.

I highly respect him as a runner, but even more as a Christ follower.

My favorite Ryan Hall video here.

In Search of Spring

Kadra and I headed south this past week in search of spring and to spend some time with family and friends. . . and a little running on the Appalachian Trail. We started out in Asheville, NC visiting friends and got to meet their beautiful newborn son; squeezed in a few hours running on the Mountains-To-Sea Trail; then got to hang out downtown- very cool place. Next stop was Chattanooga, TN to visit some family before heading down to Springer Mountain for three days of running on the AT. Here's how the running went down:

3/17: Met up with Horton and the rest of the crew running (Jeremy, Ryan, Frank, Scott, and Jeff) at Neels Gap late in the day. We departed with our three vehicles pointed toward Springer Mountain to set up camp for the night after indulging in Mexican cuisine. Racing sunset on the forest service road, the higher we climbed, the muddier it got. We were bringing up the rear in our little two-wheel drive Caliber, pushing mud up to the frame in many spots. After some fancy driving and lots of praying, all of us white-knuckled folks finally made it to the parking area. I'll admit, my heart was still beating a little fast as I tried to sleep that night. I thought for sure we were going to be calling a tow truck. My fears quickly turned into excitement for the impending adventure the next morning.

3/18: (Day 1) Springer Mountain to Hogpen Gap- 37.1 miles

The six of us running, plus David and Kadra, made the hike up to the top of Springer Mtn in the cool misty fog before daylight. We paused for some ceremonial pictures before starting our run from the AT's southern terminus. This is a very special place. So many dreams have been started and ended here. You can almost feel the life changing gravity of the site.

We all ran together for the most part and enjoyed a beautiful AT sunrise while we cruised along, stopping only to talk with the many thru-hikers whom had in most cases started their journeys days or weeks earlier. I enjoyed stopping to talk to the hikers. I even met a nice fellow from Arkansas that knew some of the ultrarunners that I've met from down there. It's a small world when you actually take the time to talk to people. I was mostly amazed by the size of the packs that some were carrying. Some would jokingly ask to trade packs. There's no way I would make it very far with a 50 lb pack! Folks are out there on the Trail from many different walks of life, stages of life, and for many different reasons. I had to wonder how many would actually make it to Maine? I respect them all immensely for simply having the gumption to try, but one just had to wonder which ones would have what it takes to make it to Katahdin.

Jeremy and Me: Blood Mountain

The highlight of the day was Blood Mountain. We were blessed with a clear sky and the views were spectacular. Jeremy was lucky enough to spot some wild boars earlier in the run, but I saw no wildlife all day. The run ended for me in 9 hrs 20 min for 38 cumulative miles (counting the backtracking to summit Springer). There was plenty of climbing (supposedly 9K+), but we had frequent crew access making things lighter and ultimately a bit easier. We had a good evening pigging out on Italian food then camping at Vogel State Park outside Blairsville.

Ryan, Jeremy, Frank, and Me (not pictured are Scott and Jeff- two Liberty students who chose to spend their Spring Break on the AT instead of Florida like most college students- great guys.)

3/19: (Day 2) Hogpen Gap to Dicks Creek Gap- 30.4 Miles

We started at 6 a.m. by the light of our headlamps for a planned mileage of 46.2 miles. This was going to be a much tougher section and with far less crew access. Our first section was around 14 miles and it was great again to watch to sun come up on the AT. I was amazed by how few hikers were stirring early in the morning. Some were still sacked out at 10 am! We all cruised into the first crew spot and Horton let us know that the gate was closed at the spot where we planned to end the day; we would have to run 3 additional miles to get to the gate where we would set up camp for the night. It was an absolutely blue-bird day, but soon the nearly 70 deg temperatures made things feel a little hot to our winterized bodies. After a shorter 4/5 mile section, we had a longer unaided section of around 13 tough miles during the heat of the day to ponder the last planned miles. Jeremy and I ran this section together. We had a great time talking and just enjoying the Trail. We both decided pretty quickly that we would be satisfied with a "sissy day" of only 30 miles. The prospect of 19 miles unaided at the end of the day simply didn't sound like fun. After all I thought, "I'm on vacation", no need to push the envelope.

Our day ended after 8 hrs 8 min. Ryan was the only tough guy to continue on and the rest of us hung out at Dicks Creek at the trail head eating and talking to hikers. Frank even gave a thru-hiker his trail name, Chewy. Kadra and I drove into Franklin to pick up pizza and then met everyone else at Deep Gap to set up camp for the night above 4,000 feet.

Trail Beauty

3/20: (Day 3) Deep Gap to Rock Gap- 23.7 miles

Day 3 was another early start and we started our 3 mile climb behind the gated FS road to the AT at 5:45 am. We were so incredibly fortunate with the weather and got to enjoy yet another beautiful sunrise. Today's scheduled mileage was 43.8 to Tellico Gap, but actual total mileage of around 46.8 counting the road up to the AT. I knew very early on that my body was not going to cooperate with that plan. About 5/6 miles into the initial 23.7 mile section with no crew access (FS roads were still gated b/c of snow and ice) my right shin started hurting. I knew immediately that it was my old enemy instep tendinitis and that the tibialis anterior muscle and my lack of prophylactic icing was to blame. I would have stopped earlier, but I had to trudge on to Rock Gap; finally getting there 6 hrs 15 min later. I'm glad that I had to go on though. I would not have wanted to miss Albert Mountain. The view was awesome from the tower.

Albert Mountain

The miles of trail off of Albert Mountain were tough. It was awesome trail that was downhill for 6 miles, but it was killing my shin to run it. I ultimately resorted to using some sticks as poles to help take some of the pressure off of the shin. I was bummed to cut my last day on the AT short, but I wasn't willing to risk any further injury. The rest of the guys went on to do one more day and ended up at Fontana. Would have been great to end up at the southern end of the Smokies.

Snow above 5,000 ft

I had a great time on the AT those few days. After some ice and ibuprofen my shin was almost 100% the next day. The AT is a special place to be anytime, but extra special this time of year with all the thru-hikers starting and signs of Spring. I can't wait to get back. . .

Catawba Run Around

It was great to finally run some trails partially clear of snow for the first time this year. The remaining snow made it pretty tough. It took me nearly 11 hours to cover only 35 miles, but WOW it was worth it! The images say it all; a great day in the mountains.

McAfee Knob

Tinkers Cliffs

View of McAfee from Tinkers (Where we were)

North Mountain

Climbing up to Dragon's Tooth on the AT

Dragon's Tooth

The rest of the pictures HERE on Flickr.

Why Do You Run?

Surely you have been asked this question. Probably countless times. But did you really have an answer? Here is an excerpt from a blog post I read this morning that gives as good of an answer to that question as I've ever heard articulated. It is from a speech by Jeff Johnson and the full post and speech can be read here (worth the time).

Here's the question: Why do you run?

You've probably been asked that question before. It's not an easy question to answer, is it? If someone has to ask, they'll probably never understand.

A man once came to Mozart and said: Teach me to write a symphony.

Mozart answered: I can't teach you.

The man said: Why not? You were writing symphonies when you were 4 years old.

To which Mozart replied: Yes, but I didn't have to ask how.To write timeless symphonies requires a genius that running does not demand, lucky for us, but the problem of explanation is much the same: If you have to ask, you just don't get it. And you probably won't get it.

But you get it, don't you? You would never ask someone: Why do you run? (Except maybe rhetorically.)

Nevertheless, even you who "get it" have a hard time articulating your passion. I think that is because running is a passion of the spirit. And explaining the spirit is never easy. Running is the expressway to self-confidence, self-awareness, self-discipline and self-reliance. From running, you learn the harsh realities of your physical and mental limitations. From running, you gain strategies for extending those limitations, that you might run farther, run faster, and run tougher. You learn that personal responsibility, commitment, sacrifice, determination, and persistence are the only means of improvement. Running, you come to understand, is a profound, far-reaching and never ending contest of the runner with himself, or herself. And you learn that runners only get promoted through self-conquest.

Running asks a question of you, and everyday it's the same question: Are you going to be a wimp, or are you going to be strong today?

And when you answer that question in the way that you people in this room have answered it, you become a better, stronger, more confident animal, with a capacity for achievement greater than before, and a formula for success that is forever engraved on your brain. The single, most outstanding characteristic of the runner is independence. Through your own will, you present yourselves to the fire; and the fire changes you, permanently and forever.

Body and spirit

I surrendered whole

To harsh instructors

And received a soul.

--Rudyard Kipling

All that I can say is. . . Amen.

Treadmill or Dreadmill?

After covering over 400 begrudged miles so far this year on snow covered roads, I uttered the words this morning that I didn't think I would ever speak, "I kind of wish I had a treadmill".

I am a running purist. People have asked this winter why I don't cross country ski or snowshoe. . . it's because I am a runner. Plain and simple. I don't run for fitness, to live longer, or to have nice looking legs. I run because that's who I am and simply what I do. So skiing or snowshoeing just won't do it for me. I'm sure I could get in a good work out, but I don't even need to give them an honest try. I like to log miles RUNNING.

So this brings me to the treadmill debate. I've been seriously considering purchasing one over the past few days. I don't know if it's the doldrums of this historically precipitation ridden winter causing these thoughts or actual logic that makes me think a treadmill could play a beneficial role in my training. I'm just so tired of not being able to run any faster than 8 minute miles at top speed and risking my well-being in the process. It has been absolutely terrible running conditions daily thus far this entire year. But would I even use a treadmill enough to justify it? It is true that I have not been on a treadmill in more than 6 years and I have always hated them with a passion. I don't know how feasible a treadmill would be for me, but here's my reasoning for possible reconsideration of my stance:

• On the days that it is simply too bad to run outside or even those when it's hard to convince myself to do so, I would have another option and therefore no excuse.
• It could add a new element to training. The consistent speed setting of the treadmill could be of some benefit to training and pacing.
• It may possibly be easier to convince myself to do some of the two-a-day workouts with one being the treadmill on occasion.
• I think my wife would use it more often than I would. She "wimps out" during the winter months all together running and doesn't feel as comfortable as I do playing chicken with some of the idiot drivers I come across on the backroads.

So what are everyones' opinions or thoughts on treadmills? Are they useful training tools or just expensive drying racks for running clothes? The jury is still out for me; I'm looking for guidance.

Are You Born To Run?

I avoided the hot topic running book for far too long I suppose. Every running friend seemed to ask, "Have you read Born To Run?" I would counter their question with a quick no, feeling as if I didn't even need to read it since those which posed the question undoubtedly gave me their in depth synopsis and opinion. Well a copy showed up at my door this week as a gift. The prolific snowfall as of late gave me ample opportunity to now tell folks that I have in fact read Born To Run.

First of all, I love running books. All of them. If it's a book about someone running then I'm all ears. This book was no different in that aspect. I devoured the pages and enjoyed the stories and theories that the author dispenses. I'm not necessarily drinking the koolaid on the barefoot running movement. I agree with the premise, but not 100% of the practice. Let's just say I'm sipping the koolaid. (I'll not get into that discussion since it's a can of worms I don't want to open.) The book is full of some interesting conspiracy theories against shoe companies and has some curious anthropologic ideas of early man and running. It kind of put me to mind of Why We Run by Bernd Heinrich, which is also a very good read by a very accomplished ultrarunner (contrary to Christopher McDougall). I now see why there is much buzz about this book. I enjoyed it, but it was more of a means of entertainment to me than one of changing my philosophy on running as it has appeared to have done for many. I guess time will tell with all the theories; it usually does.

So I'll add it to the shelf with all the other running books and dust it off to read again someday. So what are YOUR favorite running books? I'm interested if someone has read one that I haven't. My favorites are easy: Flanagan's Run by Tom McNab and David Horton's book A Quest for Adventure.