Let me start with that I have been trying to finish this particular post for around a week because of sketchy internet. So it might be a bit jumbled
One of my main goals on my time here up in Mammoth Lakes was to get back into "running shape" so that might be able to complete the upcoming Burning Man 50K.
I managed to get out of bed and out for a run before we had to check of our hotel and then start “roughing it” across the street at the New Shady campgrounds.
I took it nice and easy, 3 miles at a very moderate pace. I certainly felt the altitude, but the amazing scenery more than compensated for the lack of oxygen. I finished up my run with coming back to an epic car accident across the street from our hotel. Crazy…
I had lofty aspirations in regards to getting in shape. However, I also didn’t’ want a repeat of years past where I got totally stressed over having to do so much while on vacation and camping.
I managed to go for a 5 mile trail run and then hit the gym where I did a little workout and some stretching but mostly enjoyed soaking in the hot tub.
The next day I went out with a bunch of Shakespere crew for a hike, only I ran a goodly portion of it and then a bit more, putting in 5 miles, with a significant amount of elevation changes.
I was going to go with a couple of the other parents on a hike, but I was runnnng way behind. It didn’t help how far away the trailhead was from our camp or that the road markings weren’t great and to cap things off there was a significant amount of road construction going on.
I started up the trail, with a Camelback loaded with a good amount of water but also an extra pair of shoes and a ton of blister first aid. I threw in a long-sleeve shirt because it looked like it could get a bit nippy.
I never did manage to connect with the other ‘rents and ended up on a trail I knew nothing about.
I ended up making it to Ruby Lake which was exquisite. It was a pretty tough run, both going up and heading down. There were only a few spots where I could safely hit my stride. I never managed to maintain a pace close to what I should be training at.
Trail running is considerallby different than the ultra-marathon I was preparing for.
I could tell my feet were taking another beating and that I would probably end up with blistster on my blisters. But I was feeling really good otherwise and I wanted to put in more miles than my last outing.
So when I got back down and there was a fork in the trail, I headed back up the mountain. This time the trail was much easier with a lot less climbing which was good because I really started to feel it at mile six.
I managed to grind out 7.25 miles in 2 hrs 8 minutes. The tempeture did drop considerably and it started raining at one point but it was never severe enough to justify stopping, taking off my pack and digging thorugh it to retrieve a shirt I would probably want to take off after 10 minutes or less. Although when it started to rain I started to reconsider.
Avert One's Gaze
Or Check Out the Train Wreck That Are My Unconditioned Feet
At the end of the day, it was an incredible run and so goregeous.
I did indeed get blisters on my old blisters
I first heard about Scott Jurek years ago when he was dominating the Western States 100, a race that I had been in awe about for years but never thought I might be able to do. After a dozen marathons and ultras, I’m rethinking this.
Anyway it looked like Scott was going to break the Appalacian Trail record on my birthday, which I thought was pretty cool. Alas he didn’t, he was way short of his goal, but still broke the record by a mere 3 hours, completing the 2,189 miles in 46 days, 8 hrs, 7 min. averaging 50 miles a day.
We couldn't get any of the kids to join us on this gorgeous hike at Saddlebag Lake in Yosemite. I decided to take it easy and not do any running, mostly to give my feet a break.
Well, I didn't do much running but between the hiking, off-trail trekking and scrambling around I did I managed to beat my feet up pretty good.
I did make it to a couple of really exquisite vantage points and climbed up to the snow.
I did take Sunday off, but was back at it on Monday. I decided to not hit the trails so that I could gauge how my running pace was.
I finished a 7.5 mile run. It took 1:22 (11 minute per mile pace) which I'm feeling pretty good about given the altitude and hills
— at Old Shady Rest Campground.