Wednesday, March 12, 2014

A Perfect Afternoon

Blogging has, yet again, been non-existent for many months. Since the last post, I've spent a few more weeks on Orcas Island, taught a semester's worth of classes, run maybe 1200 miles, traveled to various conferences...and (saving the most im-balanc-y thing for last) had a baby. One of these days, I'll write about these things in detail.

But, for now, and in the spirit of bidding farewell to a long and cold (by central NC standards) winter...what a glorious day yesterday was. It wasn't just the cloudless Carolina blue sky or the ease of parking around town that comes with UNC's spring break. Rather, it was a lovely walk with baby (and with a friend and her baby) to the daffodil field that emerges along Morgan Creek each spring. We walked a few hundred feet to the daffodils and, after some failed attempts to photograph baby on his own in the flowers, we sat and had a lovely conversation and some much-needed coffee.



And -- the second piece of fun for the afternoon -- the day's run also brought a new discovery. I thought that I would, for the first time in a long time, and in anticipation of running the "faculty mile" at UNC again this spring, do some repeats on the track. I ran up to campus, but a lacrosse game meant that the track was closed. Disappointed, I carried on with a road run...and I managed to discover some trails that I'd never been on. Having lived in Chapel Hill for nearly 10 years, and having run all of that time, it's a rarity to find a new local spot. But there I was, on a dead end street on a warm afternoon, and realizing that the dead end included a trailhead. It was perhaps only a mile of trail, but it included some lovely forest and a gently flowing creek. I'm so glad that the track was closed, and I'm now figuring out how to work this bit of trail into some of my local runs. Yippee for spring, and for discoveries close to home!

Thursday, July 25, 2013

A Year in Review, Part II

Yesterday's really long entry covered a few months of the last year. I promise that the rest of the year will go by more quickly -- as in, a shorter blog entry this time.

I forgot to mention, though, that I wore the La Sportiva Quantums (in half a size larger than usual, as I've discovered that they run small) for most of the Bear 100. Around mile 62, I also changed shoes, opting for the C-Lite -- mostly just for a change of pace for my feet. The Quantums felt great on the trails, as well as on the fire roads that made up parts of the course. After the race, though, they lived on the porch for quite a while -- not only were they caked in mud and dust when they were packed into my suitcase, but in my post-race exhaustion, I seemed to have forgot to do anything to clean them. The benefits, or dangers, of having a screened porch, I guess.

Fall 2012 brought with it the usual rhythms of the semester, as well as one daughter who started kindergarten and another who moved to a new preschool (about which I cannot say enough good things -- check them out here!). Work trips to Austin and Charlottesville allowed me to sneak in runs in new places, with friends old and new...always a treat! And we took the family to London (with a short escape to Paris) for a long Thanksgiving break. The days in Europe were short, but it's always fun to explore the trails in the outer London suburbs (my in-laws live near a piece of the LOOP trail, as I discovered a couple years ago), and to run in Paris (where I had the unexpected and odd experience of being propositioned by a prostitute on the trails of the Bois de Boulogne during a 7am run -- that's a new one!).

Running included a trip to Asheville in early November for the Shut-In Ridge Run, a race I'd heard lots about but had never done. It was rent a house with friends for the weekends, and to get out into the mountains. The race itself was harder than I'd expected it would be -- perhaps not surprising, as my legs were still a bit unhappy after Bear, and as the race is a point to point with a good deal of elevation gain. I went out fairly fast, but then struggled to get into a comfortable rhythm. I had some great distraction between miles 6 and 9, as my former next-door neighbor (I didn't know he was doing the race), who now lives near Asheville, caught up to me and told me all about the family travel adventure that he had planned for the spring (read more here -- wow!). At the mile 9 aid station, I managed a spectacular -- judging by the sound of the thud and the looks on the faces of those around me -- fall, on a mostly flat section of trail, and right in front of the aid station. That took me by surprised and, for the second half of the race, I mostly just struggled to move forward, and looked forward to getting to the Pisgah Inn. Prior to the race, I had suggested to Andy that I might be able to do it in 3:30; my time of 4:09 showed how wrong I was!

The New Year brought with it a trip to Mumbai and Goa, India, for a conference on India and economic globalization. This was my first time to either place, and I was able to get in some runs (although, in Mumbai, following local convention for women by not running in shorts meant nearly roasting in the 80+ degree and humid weather; Goa is more relaxed in terms of norms, and I got to run along the beach as well as up the road to the old fort), as well as to learn quite a bit about some of the political and economic issues that India faces. 

Local industry, in Dharavi, Mumbai

More production -- recycling cooking oil containers -- in Dharavi.




Scenes from Goa, near Fort Aguada.




After India, it was back to start the spring semester, and to co-direct the 8th annual Little River Trail Runs. We had a record number of runners -- 600 -- registered in 2013. Lots of rain and a bit of snow in the week prior to the race made for a wet (and in a few places, underwater) course, but our usual great group of TrailHeads volunteers made for a very successful event. We ultimately donated $8,000 to Little River Regional Park (and we're looking forward to the 2014 race, on January 18).


In terms of running itself, I was happy to try out a La Sportiva shoe that I hadn't used before, the Raptor. This shoe is beefier than the C-Lite, and has a more aggressive tread than the Quantum or the Vertical K (I also did a good deal of running in the Vertical K last summer. A soft midsole made it a nice shoe for the combination trail/road runs that I often did on Orcas Island). The Raptor is a nice shoe for rocky and muddy trails, and I like the fit (somewhat fitted through the arch, like the C-Lite). After doing the Uwharrie Mountain Run 40 miler -- a race that is so special to me -- four times, I decided that my hamstring (which a fall 2012 MRI showed to be improved, if not perfect...but I still had pain) might benefit from instead running the 20 mile distance. This meant not as much mileage in December and January, which fit well with my schedule.

So, in early February, it was off to Uwharrie again. I sneaked away from work on Friday to volunteer in Asheboro, at race HQ, during the day. This was a great experience: our job was to pack the bins for each of the aid stations. I find this sort of organizational project to be a fun mental challenge, and it also was a good reminder of the challenges that this sort of race presents for the RDs and for the volunteers -- many of whom are members of surrounding communities who don't run, but who want to support the event and the trails. Early Saturday morning, I headed back to Troy, NC for the start of the 20 mile race. I was a bit sad not to be running the 40 miler, but there were lots of other TrailHeads on hand, and the idea of not having to turn around and run back was sort of appealing. The race itself included a wrong turn in the first mile (the fast folks at the front went the longest off course; once they doubled back, the rest of us did, too), and my realization that I wasn't moving any faster in the 20 than I had in the 40. I finished in 3:40, in 4th place among women, and with the realization that my hamstring might still need some help (and that I might not have put in enough training, even for the 20 -- good thing I didn't give into the temptation to switch distances and run the 40!).

After Uwharrie, I visited my favorite orthopedist, and I submitted to another round of PRP, and another monthlong break from running. That wasn't so bad -- it was an excuse to sleep in, and to spend more time at home, during a busy part of the semester. And the timing worked out such that, when I made a quick trip to London for a conference in March, I was able to do a couple of runs there -- nothing long, but nice runs along the Thames Path, in Primrose Hill and Regent's Park, and along the Regent's Canal, a place that I had forgotten about as a spot to run, but really enjoyed visiting again. Andy and I also managed to overlap in London for about 36 hours, thanks to help from grandma. We haven't been on our own in London in so many years!
 
Rainy run along the River Thames.

Primrose Hill path.

Regent's Canal, near Camden Town.




Spring also included a family trip to San Francisco, our attempt to combine the International Studies Association conference with the kids' spring break. My 6 year old, who did a kids' running program in the spring, insisted on tagging along for one of my morning runs. I think we ran for maybe a mile, saw some parks, walked around a bit, stretched at Union Square and got coffee. It was very sweet -- especially when my daughter asked if this was all ok, or "do you need to run by yourself so that you can have alone time, Mom?" She may have figured out this whole running thing of mine. This trip also included time to catch up with a TrailHead friend who's now in San Francisco, as well as a day trip to Muir Woods and Stinson Beach (which left me wishing that I hadn't given up my slot for the Miwok 100k in May, even as I knew I'd never be in shape for that this year).



Other spring news: my edited book, on using interviews in political science research, was published (makes a great gift for the social scientist in your life...). My stepson graduated from high school, and he won a fabulous music scholarship to UNC. And, when the semester and the school year ended, we were lucky to be able to again head to the San Juan Islands -- this time, a week at the Whiteley Center on San Juan Island, and seven weeks on Orcas Island, our new favorite place to be in the summer. More on Orcas next time!
 

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

July 2012-July 2013: A Year in Review (Part I)

Or -- an escape to Orcas Island, a return to North Carolina, and another escape to Orcas Island...with some work, time with family and running thrown in, too.

I was fortunate to spend most of Summer 2012 in the San Juan Islands of Washington state. We rented a house near the lovely Moran State Park, and the wonderful teachers at the Orcas Island Children's House welcomed our girls to preschool there. We spent our days writing at the local coffee shop, with time to explore Orcas Island and the surrounding islands with the girls (favorite beach: Shaw Island County Park). Although we had rainy weather for our first couple of weeks, by early July, the skies had cleared, and it was a near-constant parade of blue skies, temperatures in the upper 60s/low 70s, and low humidity -- a great contrast to the heat and humidity of the NC Piedmont.

 
View from Mt. Constitution.

When we first arrived on the island, my running was pretty non-existent. Shortly after the 2012 Uwharrie 40 miler (and after a great training run for the Umstead Marathon), I slipped while walking down the hallway at work (in my defense, it was a rainy day), and my hamstring pain went from nagging (where it had been for about 18 months) to very pronounced. A visit to the ortho a couple weeks later confirmed that I had, in fact, managed a hamstring tear -- something, of course, that was more likely to happen after attempting to run through hamstring pain for far too long. So spring brought a couple rounds of PRP (platelet rich plasma) injections, more physical therapy, and very little running. I had my second PRP a couple of weeks before heading to Washington state, which meant that the first few weeks were only PT and walks on the trails. 
 
Cascade Lake, Moran State Park.

By July, I was able to begin to run again and, while the pain hadn't gone away entirely, it was great to hit the trails again. On 4th of July weekend, we ran the inaugural Funhouse 5k. It was a small race around the main village of the island, and I managed to come in as first woman (Andy was second overall). 

Back at home, post-race (yes, those ribbons were our prizes).

That was my only racing all summer, although I did go for quite a few runs in Moran State Park, including a couple to the top of Mt. Constitution (2409 feet; most importantly, great views to Mt. Baker and Mt. Constitution on clear days). Did I mention how much I loved the trails in Moran State Park -- as well as the post-run quick swims in Cascade Lake Lagoon? The longest I ran while on Orcas was 13 or so miles, but that included some good climbing, so I felt like the Bear 100 (a race I'd signed up for before the whole hamstring tear thing) might still be a possibility.

In late July, we set off on our drive back to North Carolina, made possible only by limiting our drive time to 7 hours maximum per day, and by two IPads. We saw friends in Eugune, OR; Bend, OR and St. Louis, MO; and we had some quick time exploring the Olympic Peninsula, as well as Burns, OR (the high desert of Eastern Oregon -- I had no idea!); Ogden, UT; Laramie, WY; Boulder, CO; Salina, KS; Nashville and Asheville. The trip provided several opportunities for runs exploring new places. I was thrilled to run a bit in Boulder again (this time, at Betasso Preserve), as well as to discover a few of the many trails in Ogden. Running in Laramie was a bit haunting, being close enough to town to see the main road, but also feeling very isolated in the rolling hills behind campus and the golf course, and not far from where Matthew Shephard was murdered. And running in Salina -- flat, dry and already hot at 7am -- was a reminder that we had left the ideal running conditions of the northwest.
Driving the McKenzie pass, toward Bend, Oregon.

Once back in Chapel Hill, I tried to increase my mileage a bit, while also not making my hamstring too unhappy. I decided that, if I could put in a couple of 50 mile+ weeks, I'd go ahead with attempting the Bear at the end of September. I was able to do this, although my long run maxed out at around 16 miles. In some ways, this was liberating: I knew I didn't really have any business going to Bear, and that anything I was able to do there would feel like an accomplishment. I decided that I'd start the race and I'd be ok with hamstring pain -- but if the pain got worse, I'd stop, and I'd also be ok with stopping. Training for the other three 100s I'd done had involved lots of miles, and lots of pressure from myself to run sub-24 (something I've yet to do). It was sort of nice to not have any expectations, beyond enjoying the scenery and the company, while in Utah.

A big group of TrailHeads converged on Logan, Utah for the Bear 100 -- runners who now live in southern California and in Bend, Oregon, as well as crew from Durango, CO and Salt Lake City...and the usual Chapel Hill/Carrboro suspects, including a TrailHead whose family lived very close to the race finish, and whose hospitality during race weekend was really wonderful. My mom came to Chapel Hill to watch the kids, so Andy was able to come along for crewing and pacing. 

Some of the gang, at the trout farm on Thursday afternoon.

On race morning (a Friday -- because this was Utah, and finishing a race on Sunday morning wouldn't fly), we converged on a small park on the edge of Logan. We ran through the neighborhood in darkness, and then began a long, steep climb. I did most of this climb with Icarus, and it was nice to have company, and to be forced to mostly hike to start the race. By the time we reached the top of the climb, dawn was breaking, and we had a wonderful view down into Logan. The scenery during the race was incredible. It didn't hurt that the maples were red, the aspens were yellow and the skies were clear blue. We had great views across the canyons from the tops of various climbs, as well as wonderful stretches of trail along streams and creeks. As the day wore on, the heat definitely became noticeable, but it was never unbearable. 


Somewhere in the mile 30s.
When one sees a camera, it's good to pretend that everything is wonderful!


I first saw our crew at the aid station around mile 20, and then again near mile 45. By mile 45, I was definitely feeling the effects of a day of running -- and the effects of not being trained for a day of running. Cari, the very able and sweet crew chief that she is, said I'd never looked better at that point of a 100 (she's seen me at all four 100s I've done), but I'm still not sure if she was lying -- or if not running hard early in the race really did make for a runner who wasn't thrashed halfway through. After mile 45, there was a big climb (what felt like an endless climb) up. I tried to remember that, at Bear, the bulk of the climbing occurs in the first half of the race...so that, if I could make it up that climb, I'd have less climbing in the second half. I came into the 52 mile aid station to see a lake with the moon coming into the sky above it -- a beautiful view, and a great excuse to sit down. I joined Wackus, who had arrived just before me, and Gumbi, who arrived just after. I announced to them that my running was coming to an end -- that I was definitely staying in the race, but that my legs were just too exhausted to have much running left in them, and that I was ok with hiking for most of the second half.


Around mile 43.

With that, we left the aid station together. Darkness had begun to fall, and it was then that I realized I'd made a mistake at mile 45: I'd left wearing only shorts and a short sleeved shirt. This was great for the hot, dusty afternoon; but when the sun went down, I was cold. We didn't have crew at 52, so my next chance to get warm clothes would be around mile 61. The guys soon left me behind, as I'd expected, and I spent the next 8 miles trying to focus on finding the trail markers (I only missed a couple of times) and, eventually, giving myself pep talks about what not to do when really cold -- e.g. "it really wouldn't be a good idea to lie down next to the trail for a little rest." I realized, maybe for the first time, how being cold can really cloud one's judgment. 

I was very happy, then, to arrive at the next aid station and find our crew. I whined about being cold, and they put me in a chair next to a fire, held a blanket around me, and helped me change into tights, long sleeves, a jacket, gloves, and a hat. I was dressed for the dead of winter and -- once I managed to actually put on all of this stuff, which isn't easy when one's muscles are fried -- I was thrilled. I was also happy because this stretch of the race -- 61ish to 75ish -- was the one time when I'd have a pacer. Andy was going to pace me, something he'd also done for 62-78 at Western States. He wasn't feeling great himself, fighting off a respiratory infection, but he led me out of the aid station and back onto the trail.

The next five or so miles were a real low point for me. Every time the trail turned up, at even the slightest climb, I wanted to cry. Actually, I did cry. I would just stop in the middle of the trail, announce that I simply couldn't do it and start sniffling. Then Andy would encourage me along, and I'd start moving, and we'd go until I did the same at the next incline. I wasn't very good company, to say the least. But, around mile 69, there was a funny shift in the dynamic: for some reason, after that aid station, I began to feel much better; meanwhile, the dust on the trails had irritated Andy's lungs, and he was hacking and coughing like mad. I recall announcing to him, as I left him behind on a climb, that he could either catch up with me, or he could return to the mile 69 aid station and get a ride; but that I was again able to move and not going to wait for him. I may even have said things along the lines of "you're tired?!? I've been out here for nearly 70 miles! Don't tell me that this hurts you!" (In his further defense, he'd had knee surgery the previous fall, and had only been able to start running again himself during our time on Orcas Island. So 14 miles was definitely his longest outing in a long time).

The pinnacle of our cranky runner-pacer interactions came somewhere around mile 72, when I began to worry that we had got off trail. This part of the course wasn't terribly well marked, something we realized a bit later, when we found other groups of runners lost in the woods and searching for the markers. In our case, my concerns about being off trail hit at the bottom of a long descent. I think I actually argued that we needed to retrace our steps back up this hill, so that we could confirm that we were indeed on the right trail. Andy didn't really see this as a very good idea -- to put it lightly. We did decide to carry on, and we found others who were lost, and then we all found our way back onto the course, and eventually to the mile 75 aid station.

At mile 75, we were again met by the crew. There was hot chocolate and soup and a chance to hang out inside (this was at a ski resort, as I recall). Leaving the aid station, I took Andy's Nano with me, thinking that being alone in the dark, in the pre-dawn hours, might be a good time to have music -- something I never have on training runs or in races. As it turned out, this was great....as I set out alone in the darkness -- which was a little creepy -- it was good to blast the music. And it was a bit of a mystery what the playlist was, so I had that to distract me (and, by the end of the race, I had decided that Adele was the best running music ever). At some point not long after, I came to the sign that we were crossing into Idaho -- "how cool is that?," I thought. 

Sometime around first light, it began to sleet/snow up high, near the next aid station, which was a bit strange. I spent some time during this section with a couple of other women (a runner and her pacer), and it was nice to at least see others on the trail. When I reached mile 85, I had one last chance to see our crew. Andy was asleep in one of the cars, and I got an update on how the other runners were doing. Cari was again there to send me on my way (as she always does). I knew it was going to be a slog to the end, but I also knew that I would finish. As I left the aid station, one of the women from the previous section called out to me, and asked if we could run/hike together. Her pacer was done, and she was doing her first 100. It was great to have some company for this section, which included what felt like another long climb up. By the time we reached the mile 92 aid station, I sent her on her way, because I could feel that I had really slowed down, and because she had family/another pacer meeting her there. We promised to see each other at the finish. 

Leaving the mile 92 aid station, it's a steep climb up...and then basically a long descent (with some small rolling stuff thrown in) to the finish. It was heating up again, and I realized that I was still wearing tights, long sleeves and a windbreaker. I tied the windbreaker around my waist, looked up at the trail -- and burst into tears again. It's funny what an ultra does to one's brain: I could look at this last steep climb (and at the elevation profile I carried with me) and tell that this was a little climb. Maybe 500 feet of gain. "The first mile at Uwharrie" I kept saying to myself. And yet, this seemed like it was going to be impossible. One foot in front of the other, counting to see if I could manage 30 steps before stopping for a rest.

Of course, I made it up. And I mostly hiked down for the next 8 miles, despite the fact that there were some long descents that would have made for great running for a better-trained person. But it didn't really matter -- I knew I was going to make it, despite the hamstring and the lack of training. I could see Bear Lake (which is amazing -- I had no idea!) in the distance, and while I had failed to notice in the course description that there's a significant distance between seeing the lake and being at the finish, I knew it was nearly done. Andy came out and met me on the last part of the course, the road from the trail to the park at the lakeshore. I think I tried to run it in once we hit the park, but I also know that I was very tired! Still, writing this in July 2013, I smile thinking about the fact that I really had no business doing this race -- I wasn't nearly trained enough. And my time (31:14) reflects not only the challenging terrain of Bear, but also that lack of training. 

And yet, I got to spend 100 miles running in a new place, meeting some great people along the way (including Luis Escobar, with whom I ran from 37ish to 42ish, and who entertained me with stories of Caballo Blanco and with photographing various ultrarunners and races for Montrail), and having Andy along for the crewing and racing experience. My trail shoes have never been more caked in mud and dust, and I'm fairly confident that the bag I checked at the SLC airport on Sunday morning was the smelliest piece of luggage ever encountered by TSA screeners. I once again benefited from having a great crew -- the Ringo family as well as Dorph, Zephyr and Cruz -- and from doing the race with other TH friends.
The TrailHeads runners and crew, post-race.

Bear 100 is a great race. It has that old-school, nothing-fancy feel that reminded me of Cascade Crest. Pre-race briefing in a little town park somewhere, drop bag collection and t shirts for sale at a trout farm down the road. Post race burgers on the grill in another little park, with everyone hanging out to cheer runners to the finish. The most wonderful post-race blueberry milkshakes from the place down the road (and, in our case, a crew who stayed on duty by fetching these milkshakes while we all sat, dazed, on the grass in the park). And wonderful scenery, too. (And, as a bonus for the NC folk, the winner of the men's race, who said a new course record, had run at NC State).

Of course, this long entry still leaves a lot of time, late September 2012 to now...but that's for another day!

Friday, July 20, 2012

One More Much-Delayed Race Report: Uwharrie 2012

It's boring to begin every blog post with an apology for not having many blog posts. So I won't.

But here's a quick recap: I never posted a race report about the 2012 Uwharrie Mountain Run. I was in decent shape for this race (although my legs felt the Carrboro 50k, run on December 31, for longer than I had hoped they would....Carrboro 50k photo here, courtesy of TrailHead Kerndog).



My hamstring continued to ache, but I became pretty adept at ignoring it. And Uwharrie is such a special race -- there's very little that would lead me not to run it. The ride with TrailHeads from Chapel Hill and the pre-race dinner were fun, as always. We caught a ride to the start with Gilly, who was running the 20 and therefore was able to drop us off right at the start area. The TrailHead camp, tent and fire provided a great place to hang out while waiting for the race to start (photo courtesy of Shannon Johnstone). 


After a parking-related delay, we were off. Five-plus months later, I don't remember many of the details...I do remember chasing fellow TrailHeads Rachel Bell Kelley (running her first-ever ultra) and Jeff Patterson (aka Wackus) for much of the first twenty miles, finally catching up to them at the 20 mile turnaround. And I remember some very fast twenty mile runners passing me around mile 16 or 17 (we 40 mile runners had an hour head start). And I remember feeling, around mile 15, that there was no way my body was going to allow me to run the entire 40, let alone run it decently.

On the back 20, Rachel and I ended up spending a good many miles together, and this was great. We ran as the second and third women (having been passed somewhere around mile 26 by the very talented Marie-Ange Smith), and the goal of "getting pottery" kept me moving. Being with Rachel also forced me to run more, and faster, than I would have otherwise. As always, a high point was the mile 32 aid station, run by TrailHeads. All of the aid station volunteer at Uwharrie do a fabulous job, but it's an extra treat to hit an aid station run by friends.

In the end, my legs hated the last mile of the race even more than did Rachel's legs, and she made it down the hill 12 seconds ahead of me. (Indeed, I thought the the cheers coming from the finish area as I descended were meant for her; only later did I realize that they were friendly jeers meant for Anthony Corriveau...I was happy to have another Uwharrie behind me, and to take home a piece of pottery as the third place woman. It was great to be part of Rachel's first ultra finish (with more great races to come, I'm sure -- she was so tough). And, as an "old woman" (running my first official race in the masters category), I managed a PR on the real (as opposed to the rain-diverted, 37.5 mile) Uwharrie 40 mile course -- 7:35:09 (full results here; I love that I'm still 39 on this list. Photo courtesy of Elizabeth Towe of Balanced Movement/Proaxis Physical Therapy).



Gear: for me, the La Sportiva C-Lite (aka Crosslite) was made for the Uwharrie Trail, which is all single track, sometimes wet and muddy, often rocky and rooty, and with a few stream crossings thrown in. The C-Lite's aggressive tread gives me confidence on the trail -- light enough to feel like I'm racing, but substantial enough to keep me upright. It also dries quickly (I take the view that I'd rather run quickly through the water than try to pick my way across, stay dry but probably fall over). I love that La Sportiva is involved with Uwharrie (the 20 mile race is the first race in the Mountain Cup). My Lululemon running bra and shorts were great, as well -- very comfortable and no chafing after a wet 40 miles. I took in some Honey Stinger chews and a Stinger waffle, as well as a few S-Caps, some EFS electrolyte replacement drink and all sorts of "real" food from the aid stations.

Next post: tearing a hamstring, recovering from a torn hamstring, and recovery time in the Pacific Northwest.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

My New Favorite Shoe


I'm not really supposed to be running much just now, because of a torn hamstring. Taking a break from running has been tough, in part because I'm probably addicted to the endorphins it produces, and in part because at some point in the last couple years, my "running friends" evolved into my "regular friends." So, less running means less time with friends. 

Less running has meant more helping out at home, especially in the mornings, more long walks for the dog, and more yoga. But a few weeks of lovely spring weather has had me really missing the local trails. And when this year's fabulous package of goodies from La Sportiva and the associate sponsors of the Mountain Running Team arrived, I really wanted to be back to training regularly. (I'm particularly excited about the addition of Honey Stinger nutrition products, and about my new sunglasses from Native Eyewear!)


That's not going to happen for a while; I've now come to accept that recovery and rest are important for long-run running health. But I have been able to, with the blessing of my physical therapist, sneak in a few hour-long trail runs over the last couple of weeks. These runs have given me much-need time with friends, and the opportunity to try out La Sportiva's new, lightweight shoe, the Vertical K.

And I love it! It's under 7 ounces, has the snug (especially through the midfoot) fit that I like, has a cushy sole (the same morphodynamic technology in shoes like the Electron and Quantum, but much lighter weight), and has good traction for muddy trails. I haven't had the chance to run more than 7 or 8 miles in these but, so far, they're great. Another reason to look forward to recovery. (More specs on the Vertical K are here).