Trail Pixie Trespas

Thrift Shop: A Juried Photography Exhibition

2012-01-16T18:53:00.004-05:00

It's been awhile since I entered my art into a juried exhibition. So when I read the title and description for "Thrift Shop: A Juried Photography Exhibition," I was all in.

I am an artist who works in many mediums, which makes it challenging to answer simple questions like, "So, what's your medium?" or "What kind of work do you make?" Basically, my creative ideas and practices beckon different mediums. I am open to a diversity of materials—

"You do not make sculpture because you like wood. That is absurd. You make sculpture because the wood allows you to express something that another material does not allow you to." —Louise Bourgeois (Interview with Donald Kuspit, 1988)

Darn It

2012-01-13T23:21:00.001-05:00

These past months I feel like a pincushion. The aching in my hips can't be ignored; I am unraveling.

I have high hopes for ART.

The PT forewarns "[my] treatment is not going to be pleasant. In fact it will hurt... a lot." No embellishments there! During the first session it felt like he tore me apart at the seams. Snap.

My work is to lengthen and reinforce, less surging and darting.

I've gathered my pins and cushions.

I will mend.

TARC SPRING THAW 6 HOUR (Waiting)

2012-01-09T23:24:00.003-05:00

Now ....the waiting begins.

......Sort of.

I am a busy little Yeti preparing and tinkering, scuffling and foraging behind the scenes. I am thrilled that the race filled to capacity in less than a month!

Many thanks to the TARC folks who get these events rolling and the GACers who help top things off.

No matter what the weather is in mid-March, we are bound to have some fun out there running through Andover's town trails, along the Bay Circuit and in 226 acre Harold R. Rafton Reservation.

Photo: little Yeti waiting by his den.

Fall: Long Slow Runs

2011-10-26T08:49:00.001-04:00

(Trespas, "Dusk" watercolor & gouache, en plein air 2011)

Well, I've been very busy this fall spending a lot of time outside, this alleviates the urge to hibernate a bit and makes the shortening of the daylight more bearable.

After my 40 mile effort at the TARC 12- hour (mid-August) I took a few weeks off from blogging, power-walking and running and instead I painted, gardened and helped my folks move. By the beginning of September my feet were fidgety and I met up with Kevin Z at the Wapack Race for a fast hike along the Wapack Trail from Windblown to Watatic parking lot. It was clear this was going to be the last opportunity I would have to spend any extended time with KZ before he relocated. We talked and joked and had a grand old time along that seasoned trail. After 9 hot and humid miles, I was cooked and we hitched a ride back to the start. We saw many folks finishing their 18+ mile race and met Julie O and Bill H for an intimate fete.

The Wapack power-hike showed me that if I am "going to get going I best get going." I am registered for the Stone Cat Trail Marathon, I figured that mid-September might be a good time to start longer runs. End-of-September brought 12 miles of wogging through local conservation lands (AVIS and the BCT) the day before my Seacoast Century Ride (100k). This proved to be a complementary endurance pairing! Weather, work and health permitting— Sat. and Sun. back-to-backs would be the theme for weekend training.

Next weekend it was onto the TARC half-marathon; that course was more difficult than I anticipated but good slower to medium effort training regardless! The best part was I got to see many of my TUG pals and catch up with them as I've been out-of-da-loop!

The following day I chaperoned a student trip with a fellow colleague Mika L-K to the UNO Boulderdash Orienteering Event in Bear Brook State Park. What a sunny beautiful day! I completed a recreational course and had a blast running through the woods like a bobcat. Improving my orienteering skills is a goal of mine for 2012! After talking to Clint M. and his family (who basically owned the results through multiple age groups!) encouraged me, "A little training can go a long way." I have the trail and woods running down not I just need to refine my map-reading and compass skills. (Photo: Clint and I at the UNO Boulderdash)

The following weekend I could not couple Saturday and Sunday long events because Saturday morning I was possessed by a food poisoning devil. Yuck. I thought I was going to die. I was too weak to move off the bathroom floor for a few hours. So when I am whimpering because my hips hurt climbing over rocks I will remember that morning un-fondly and know it could be a lot worse. After exorcising the demons I drove north and warmed by the wood stove while Dave nursed me back to health. On Sunday I was better-than-butter and went out to the Harris Center in Hancock and explored all of their trails and some Tree Farms. I (accidentally and without confrontation) lived up to my surname and trespassed a little, too. Woopsy-doodle.

(Trespas, cloud study, oil on canvas, plein air painting, 2011)

Getting Sort of Lost. That trail was supposed to be well-marked with white circles but was not. Bummerrrr. I'd already been out a few hours so I cursed the mountain, thanked the cairns and determined I was done and heading back to the car as soon as I knew where the knuckle-sandwich I was. When I reached the top I found a young mom and her two toddlers —dressed in playful polka-dot parkas—Letterboxing. One curious little pink-gloved hand began to wave her stamp around as she asked, "Are you sweating?" and the other girl with more motor skills (certainly more than me at that point) stated, "you ran up that? woah." Yay, happy Letterboxers! And I was on my way; all was well again. It's amazing how the universe can present happy things just in time.

(Trespas, Edward MacDowell Lake, oil on canvas, plein air 2011)

After a long week at work and running many hours at a time, I needed a new and relatively flattish terrain on which to run. On Sunday I enjoyed the crisp air and fast course of the Ghost Trail Rail Trail Race, in Brookline, NH. I opted for "the shorty" and was glad I did as I got to meet some new running folks— Jeff R and his car mates: Jen and the iron man in his mid-60s. I enjoyed catching up with Jen F (thanks for wearing the Gator-Bait Gaiters!) and Melanie. I missed being out there with my ultra pals (Steve L, Norm S. Officer D and Lil Royster) but knew they had a cold spooky night and were off repairing their garlic garlands. I snapped this composed photo of Jeff Lane after he finished his 100 miles! Seeing him and Greg (40+ miles) out on the course several times made the lonely long haunted passages plagued by ghosts and talking Jack-O-Lanterns less foreboding. (Photo: Greg E and Jeff L after the Ghost 100)

Monday I went for a walk to free the dead from my legs and extensively explored the woods by Dave's. What's an outing for this Trail Pixie if I don't get lost? I found myself bushwhacking up the side of the mountain using a stone wall and a stream to find the Class A road that led back to the farm. Home, Sweet Home.

(Trespas, Just Over There, oil on canvas, plein air painting 2011)

Thanks to Jeff R for the motivation to post again!

Everything But...

2011-08-10T11:49:00.001-04:00

I recently opened an e-mail from a running friend who asked, "HOW are you and WHERE have you been?!" It prompted me to post; I am touched he noticed my absence from that "scene."

While landscape painting,

I spotted this frog resting on a hydrangea leaf.

This summer's been filled with nearly everything BUT regular running. Exercise-wise I've biked, hiked, power-wogged, paddled, swam, and run a tad (despite a bum hip). I volunteered at the June MS Cape Cod Getaway, camped, gardened, visited friends and relatives, and painted (ceilings and canvases). My days are full.

Pine trees are difficult to paint, so many needles.

(Conifer, alla prima en plein air o/c, 5 x 7, 8/11)

Jolly Green Giants.

After VT 100, Steve L asked me if I was done (or something like that) with the ultra distance. No, I'm not done—just taking a break. There's a difference between quitting, stopping and even pausing. My "pause" started with a Doctor's "required time-out" and is now more of a spiritual choice to seek balance and foster renewal. Trail running —at any distance (but the longer the better)—brings me joy and I will return to it soon, very soon. I needed a break from its many facets, so I took one. Meanwhile I am cultivating other interests—and responsibilities. One of which is cleaning out my folks' attic and helping them relocate after 35 years.

The pull-down ladder in the garage ceiling that I used to EMPTY the attic, box-by-box. If it wasn't nailed down, I took it down.

Thirty-five years of accumulation in three days.

No, we can't take it with us.

I enjoy the 50k distance, especially when there is no time-cut-off stress. While I believe my body and mind could finish a 50 mile (still smiling) and perhaps a 100k (more poker-faced), I will "pick races my own size" for the time-being. For the longer stuff I'm delighted to help pace/crew/volunteer. Helping others achieve their goal(s), any way I can, brings me joy.

My Cucumbkles.

How did we all end up here?

When I see someone running (or racing), I am reminded of how fortunate they are to be out there and capable of doing whatever they are doing—at any distance or speed. I am refreshed to know I am a part of something larger than my purview. I try to be present, have grace, and not take anything for granted. An instant can change everything.

Blueberries picked by kayak!

This Saturday are Trail Animals Running Club's summer 6- and 12-hour events. I originally signed up for the 6 hour but switched to the 12 hour; I will need that extra time to enjoy what I hope is a long, slow and happy walk. My plan is to "carry on" for as long as my hip and ankle hold strong. If I feel like running a little or some, I will honor that, too. This event is about follow through, respect, sharing time with friends, and basically rekindling a love for "the scene."

Vermont 100 2011

2011-07-21T13:03:00.002-04:00

VERMONT or BUST

I took this photo of Steve last year at the finish of his first VT 100.

I don't have a 2011 photo. But the only difference would be that when I saw him this year well-rested at the finishing area, he had a huge grin versus that "sun-in-the-eyes," a.k.a., "ITBS" cringe as illustrated above.

Going to VT100 was a healthy choice; just what I needed to perk up my running enthusiasm by reuniting with old and new friends and lending a helping hand and upbeat energy. The long time that passed since I saw (or trained with) my TUG pals felt like a decade. To start, my time-off to heal various body parts was called out of hibernation when Steve reminded me of my offer to help pace him in his 2nd VT 100. I started to train again with some regularity, which felt good, to see if I could help versus hinder him with his run. Several hot, hilly and horse-fly filled runs in the woods later, I knew I could be there and be a positive presence for him.

We left the pacing very open and the first time I saw Steve was at mile 47 (Camp 10 Bear). Lucid and chipper, he reported he felt better than he did last year. I think he added something to his Vermont Maple Syrup fueling system that made a difference the first 50 miles. I asked him if he'd like me to pace later and he said, "yes." I promised to be at Bill's by 12 midnight and would wait. What I didn't know (until later) was that Steve was sick the week prior and perhaps started his 100 dehydrated. He wisely decided to drop at 100k distance, at about 8:30 pm. concerned for his kidneys (there's a long wait list to get new ones; why risk it!!!). 100K is NOT TOO SHABBY! I didn't know he'd dropped until a radio official at Bill's called and checked at around 2 a.m. A lot can happen in this distance, especially slowing down after sundown. I figured Steve's pace dropped, especially in those sneakers with no fewer than approx. 4, 220.349 miles on them ... (and they're still good). Steve made the right choice for his health and future running/racing. Too, bad I didn't get to light his way through the woods until dawn but there will be other miles to keep.

Damon and Cheryl Lease gave me a ride to Bill's from Camp 10 Bear and I got to see so many folks come through—too many to mention. I headed into the barn as Mark Kruger and his pacer, Paul Y, were making their way into the darkness. Mark looked fresher at mile 88 than anyone else up to that point (except for maybe Norm Sheppard, who seems more alive as the miles build). Mark was on pace for a sub-22, which blew me away! I'm glad I encouraged that dynamic duo to connect for VT and that it worked out positively. I settled in and volunteered a bit, rested less and hopefully made the runners feel "good to go." Kevin and Michelle darted into the room and were off like race horses; they paced two speedy women (Patty and Sara) who appeared all business and finished sub-24! I think they spent less than one minute at Bill's for their weigh-ins and fueling.

Up to a certain point in the night, many runners I observed were hanging out perhaps longer than usual. These were the (experienced?) folks who were certain "to buckle." They had time to spare.

NO, not that kind of buckling.

The atmosphere was light-hearted, no morbid zombie faces and only one medical cot occupied. After the possibility of a sub-24 hour, the energy at Bill's shifts into what one person referred to as, "the Morgue." I didn't sense that because I was too giddy and silly with greeting running friends and acquaintances. While I didn't shuffle with Steve, I feel good about being a smiling and familiar face for folks, when they possibly need it most.

Ginger arrived and we waited for her husband, Michael Menard and his pacer Julie O'Mara. I waited for Steve (still didn't know yet). While we waited I was able to see many running friends like Dave McDermott who was having a blast with his first 100. His pacer, Suzie was full of laughs. Here we are sporting some animal prints:

Suzie in Moeben Sleeves (l)

Me in my City Cat Running Dress by Nuu-Muu (r)

(photo by VT 100 finisher, Dave McDermott)

When Micheal and Julie came in they were alert and full of life! Yippee! Micheal was relaxed and made his first 100 appear as if he were born to run this. They both wore Hoka's! One One with the Trail! Ginger and I headed back to start/finish and I watched the sub 24's finish (woot Dave M!) and then hit the bag for a few ZZZZZZ. During my slumber I missed Christine Matthieu, Jeff Lane and Micheal Menard finish! Steve and I caught up, he was smiling and apologetic about my having to wait. NO worries! And after some R & R with Julie and Steve and other friends and acquaintances, I was back in NH by noon!

It was a so great to spend time with Theresa R and to meet her friends Meghan and Aliza, to cheer on Amy Lane and her pacer Jen G Fields, and to share some conversation Jack Pilla and Joe Carrara. Jack informed me know that the video I captured of him winning the VT 100 in 2009 was getting a lot of air time on a local station, WCAX.com . Thanks for letting me know, Jack! Here's the LINK.

Happy healing and training to all!

Biking, Birding Before the Rain

2011-05-15T15:20:00.004-04:00

Late morning I hopped on my bike and headed towards Boxford. The weather was cool, overcast and rain free—at least at the start. I was not out for a "hammer fest" but a chance to move my legs, enjoy the outdoors, and try out some new cycling gear. Happily, I managed to average 15.6 mph without trying.

Initially, I was in search of a cider donut from Smolak Farms Bakery but I realized that was just the initial bait I told myself for motivation before I switched to another goal. As soon as I was warmed up by Old North Andover Center I decided to find the road that touts one beautiful field, farm and barn after another. I found it and a whole lot more...

Looking toward Hovey's Pond along Main Street in West Boxford

I stopped to take this photo and was on my way. Until I saw an arrow and what appeared to be a trail head. Insatiably curious, I circled back, dismounted and walked down the pebbled path. A bunch of birders were clustered by the water's edge while one tall man in a navy wide-brimmed rain hat pointed towards the cat tails. The others raised and lowered binoculars before passing them with slight hesitation like a tray of delectable appetizers at a garden party.

The Millbrook Area by Hovey's Pond was alive with wild chirping bird activity—songs, courting rituals, and sky acrobatics. I spotted several chatty Red-Winged Blackbirds, a sparrow, a bright yellow fellow (Oriole? Warbler?), and a Killdeer that was in some sort of a twirling tizzy. So much excitement in just a few moments time.

The birding group was about to disband when I arrived but a few die-hard birders perched around to try and spot the Bittern who was camouflaged (as usual) amidst the tall grass. Of course, we could hear the unusual call but not see this master of disguise.

A really nice man, a member of the Merrimack Valley Bird Club, offered me some of his home-baked "flax seed, oats and etc., squares." It was the best thing like it that I'd ever tasted. I want that recipe! He also offered me a rain poncho because the sky decided it was time for the deluge. I had my cycling jacket but many thanks, sir. I'm sorry I didn't get your name.

I learned that earlier one of the men, climbed a tree to band some baby owls, called "owlets." I wonder if these were the infamous Great Horned Owls of Brooks School? Was it Jack Holt?

Curiouser and curiouser...

I need to get into the woods more.
I heart owlets.

(owlet image source: http://www.brooksschool.org/podium/default.aspx?t=204&tn=The+Latest+Campus+Celebs&nid=545739&ptid=51725&sdb=False&pf=pgr&mode=0&vcm=False)

Bay Circuit Trail: Favorite Local Single-Track

2011-05-14T16:58:00.002-04:00

An open field with blooming trees

(Ward Reservation, Andover, Mass.)

After teaching this morning, I laced up, filled up my Nathan hydration pack and headed out along the Bay Circuit Trail to meet up with Dan and Bill who'd started (Leg #3) in Boxford earlier.

I am fortunate to live within walking/running distance of the inviting white rectangular blazes so all I had to do was gear up and go. As I headed out, I confirmed Dan and Bill's approximate location to estimate where I might intercept them running in my direction. I hoped to meet them at or after the Mary French Reservation so I could run the beautiful boardwalk twice. Success! I intercepted the duo in the Hammond Reservation and we headed back over the Mary French boardwalk. The memorial bench looked as though it had been recently restored. We admired it and were off like cat and mouse through the cat tails. Dan put away the map because their local guide was leading the way!

The field by my favorite home in Andover (Ward Reservation)

The stretch of Conservation Commission trail that connects Grey and Tucker Roads has some new board walk over the muddier areas. Then into Ward. I feel so great when I run in Ward Reservation. This Trustees of the Reservation land is my main "stomping" ground. I don't actually "stomp;" my gait is more of a scooting and skipping combination.

Stomping in Hokas must be next to impossible;

they are light and poofy like cumulus clouds.

Gator-Bait Gaiters hug Hoka Bondi Bs

After Ward, our trio trekked through the Phillips Academy playing fields and down Phillips Street before ducking into the Purdon Reservation. Bill parked at the Lupine Trail head, which is less than a mile from Purdon. In a jiffy we were off to chit chat with Al French and Burt Batchelder at Moor & Mountain! What great local resources—these men and the outdoor gear!

Dan and Bill logged about 17.5 miles, estimating re-routed trail (due to avoid beaver-flooding) added the extra 3-4 miles difference from the BCT written route map. With my out (to meet them) and back (to Bill's car at Lupine) I logged 9.5 miles, feeling fine.

Great Company!!! I am eager accompany Dan, et al., along the next leg. Section #4 shares trails through a handful of my favorite A.V.I.S. Reservations: Indian Ridge and West Parish.

A talented photographer, Jordan Yaruss, captured how much I love running long boardwalks, especially the newly patched one through ATC's Mary French Reservation.

Summer, 2009

TARC Spring Classic 2011

2011-04-24T20:34:00.005-04:00

Before the Rain...

Running Rob, Breakheart Dan,
Trail Pixie and the Bard LaTour

The TARC Spring Classic 2011 was held this April 23 on the beautiful trails in Jericho Woods, Weston, Mass. The pouring rain didn't stop many folks from running multiple loops. This Spring Classic consisted of several running events in one: a 10k, half-marathon, marathon and 50k. Each loop was 6.55 miles, except for a special 10k variation for those folks. The rain...and down pours held off until the second loop and then grew increasingly heavier as the day muddied on.

RD, Bob Crowly, me and Kevin Z

Yay, I'm Done! Alas, the rain is not.

(Street-, trail- and photo-cred: kZ, A+ volunteer!)

The best part of this day on the trails was being able to connect with many TUGger folks and friends.

TARC Spring Classic 2011

I felt good with two loops and enjoyed running loop two with Rob, who helped me sprinkle trail pixie dust along the path for all those that followed. My splits were just about even with the second loop about two minutes faster than the first (1:47). I was pleased with the near-even splits! For all the walking I did in the first loop, I am not surprised I felt challenged by the increased pace of my second loop. I am undertrained for distance and speed but there's only one way to get back into it...getting back out in it! When I finished RD Bob declared, "YOU are back!" That felt great! Howl n Hoot!

BigFoot runs through Jericho...

(http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/series/is-it-real/all/Photos#tab-Photos/0)

When I finished I felt so invigorated that I thought I might go back out for a third loop sans bib # and take some photos. But after changing into some dry clothes I quickly recognized I'd have more fun in the aid area catching up with and cheering on friends. I tested my newly sewn light-weight running skirt and it wasn't heavy even from the deluge.The pocket designs worked well and kept essentials dry and in safe.

RESULTS.
I can't wait until The TARC Summer Classic this August!

Gearing up for TARC Spring Classic

2011-04-22T08:09:00.001-04:00

From NOAA weather in Weston, Mass., for April 23, 2011:
"Saturday: Rain. Patchy fog after 2pm. High near 52. South wind between 10 and 18 mph, with gusts as high as 37 mph. Chance of precipitation is 100%. New rainfall amounts between a quarter and half of an inch possible."

Drat.

Well, To keep my mind off of the April showers, I'm sewing some gear for tomorrow's trail fun! I'll be testing out two different style pockets —one with hook & loop closure and the other a fold-over flap style—on my running skirt.

In progress skirt in the fabric flavors

of Techno Trail and Black.

If I have the time I'll make some arm warmers, too.

Unrequited Love

2011-04-19T15:57:00.009-04:00

Last month I met with a neurologist who told me, “You love your [sports] activities more than they love you.” She was responding to my confession that I “binge exercise.” In other words, I do not enter endurance events over trained. She continued, “Well, you are not 20 anymore.”

I unintentionally violated the “10% “rule,” yet again. That rule to not increase one’s mileage over 10% in a given week, etc. Hmmm: On March 5^th I did the SS half. I ran 3.2 miles and 4 miles the week before the 10 mile Merrimack River Race. Sure, I was good for 18.5 miles this Saturday.

The trail loves me,

The trail loves me not...

I met Breakheart Dan and RunninRob for a fun jaunt along the Bay Circuit Trail 4/16/11. This marked Dan’s second leg of his BCT 200-Mile Journey. I would love to join him on as many BCT legs as possible —so long as I don’t slow him down, and as long as he can enjoy my goofy jokes, extended walk breaks and overt fashion declarations. If he doesn’t watch out his BCT journey might turn into a Forest Gump-like situation:

We met off Middleton Road in Boxford, Mass., and his wife shuttled us to Prospect Hill (THANK YOU) where we met Rob and started our planned 18.5-mile adventure. By 8:40 a.m. we were up Prospect, fully engaged in our a power-hike/walk break.

I was so happy to be out in the woods with friends, sporting my running sneaks and new gator-bait gaiters, my Nathan pack bulging, and Cupid's trail running arrow through my heart. It didn't matter that the trail was a mess and washed out in places. It didn't matter that I'd slept like a feather all week. It didn't matter that it was 20 degrees cooler outside than it appeared from indoors. We found ourselves doing some extra miles with laughs. It's spring and we had all morning...

The blazes were easy to follow throughout— (well, almost easy in most places...sometimes they were behind us on a tree we passed). Yes, with good company and conversation the miles pass quickly, even if running in circles.

Rob disappears into the woods

So in a nutty shell we got our feet wet (several times), ate, ran, jokes, ate, walked, took photos, told stories, ate some more. I was no worse for the wear after five and a half hours.

I feel 20 years-old when in the woods with friends, moving along pine needle trails and wading through cool running water. If I can't BE 20 again, at least I can run 20. I'll keep asking for the "Trail's Hand."

Bit by the Needle Bug

2011-04-15T08:22:00.002-04:00

This spring I've been bitten by the needle bug.

It looks like this:

I bought a serger last spring and it sat in the box for months as I was wonderfully distracted by meeting someone special. Now spring is here and I have all sorts of fresh vim and vigor. I am ready to serge, baby.

This machine is not my serger but a photo of my "work horse." It has multiple bells and whistles. Still, my first love will always be my grandmother's Singer Featherweight.

The other night I was inspired to make an article of clothing and take a break from Gator-Bait Gaiters. So I created my own pattern with inspiration from my collection of running skirts; I kept what I believe to be the "best of" features and added improvements. As I was skeptical of how it would all come together, I chose an inexpensive 100% Polyester Fabric (black and red) with so-so stretch. For the pockets I found a decent square of my circa 2000 Malden Mills Powder Dry.

When I start another, with higher quality fabrics, I will improve as either a flap or a zipper to keep my "nuts and berries" secure while I run.

Photo by Gilles Gonthier

Surprisingly I didn't need to alter anything AND it fits! I still need to finish the bottom hem so later today I'll explore the various feet attachments (to the machine ;0) so I can finish it beautifully.

20th Merrimack River Trail Race

2011-04-09T13:47:00.004-04:00

RD, Petey raffles more Fluorescent Shwag and Sour Patch Kids

Today marked the 20^th birthday of the Merrimack River Trail Race! The conditions were absolutely incredible—little wind, sun, cool (t-shirt weather), and nearly dry trails. Some great folks spent time laying lots of new boardwalk material to help with erosion, as well.

This morning I was going to go and pick up my t-shirt, which is awesome this year, and then go for a few miles as not part of the race (even though I pre-registered). Then I saw Richard who encouraged me to run and walk it! Okay, Okay twist my arm. I don’t like signing up for things and not doing them and I was afraid I wasn’t ready for the distance. I’ve run a total of 7.2 miles in the last two weeks…and before that, a snowshoe half in early March. I needed to take it slowly… it’s a no-brainer.

Starting out in the rear, I took it out with walking often and averaging about 12 minutes per mile. I felt great. It was wonderful to be outside along the water. With lots of alone time along the trail, I thought about how tree bands reveal information about a given year’s weather and the effects of environment on its health. I pictured my last year (of limited running and more health cruddiness) as separate but connected bands —a thin dark band of blight cushioned with a porous and strengthened ring of positive spirit and an expanding circle of hope.

Not winded (really, I was taking it perhaps, too, comfortably) I made it out to the turn around in 1:04. Feeling fine, decided I would try to break 2 hours total. I wasn’t sure how I’d hold up with no mileage in the logbook but mind over matter. I got slopping a bit foggy footed and one near fall really shook me up a few moments as I thought I might’ve hurt my calf catching myself (Jury is out.) I had one good down- to-earth fall around the large bridge at the Deer Jump. Miraculously, I sort of rolled out of it unscathed. Go Pixie Powers.

So with many walk breaks on the way out, I took the return more seriously with power-hiking the inclines and lots of steady running on the descents and flats. I only wore a watch (no GPS) so the mile markers allowed me to calculate my pace in the last four miles. With four miles remaining I hoped to hang on and run as evenly as possible. Miles 6 through 9 were dead on even and then the last mile I whittled the pace down to finish in 1:57:33.
The stats are in: Out for five miles in 64 minutes (12:48 pace/mile) and back five miles to finish line in 53:33 (10:42 pace/mile). Cool!

Trail Runners can be a surprisingly
orderly and well-behaved group. ;)

Not too shabby for no training. It was a delight to see so many trail-running friends. I am reminded of what a great community trail runners create.

TARC, here I come.

Mount Monadnock Power Hike

2011-03-31T22:37:00.006-04:00

Hunt for the four-leaf clover...

St. Patrick's Day on Monadnock

I decided early morning on March 17th to enjoy the beautiful weather and fast hike to the summit of Monadnock. I was early enough to see only 5 people total on the trail and top, combined. The summit was wind-blown bare, clear and breezy. Below the tree line was slushy, loose snow, which only got more cookie dough as the temperature rose. I was glad to have my kahtoolas in the pack and put them on about 1/4 mile up the trail.

Since running with my Mountainsmith Paired trekking poles at the Peak Races Snowshoe Challenge, I'm a believer. Coordinating the pole plant with the hiking/running rhythm takes little practice but is unbelievably helpful on the knees! I used them up and down the mountain trail.

On my descent, I started to slide and could plant the poles, and my feet, like an axe in self-arrest. The slide was at first fun until jamming my spiked heal into the snow did nothing. I slid about 5 more feet. After about 8 feet I got nervous and worked the poles... 15 feet total. It would have been jolly good fun if it wasn't so steep and the rocky ledge ahead was just a mirage. Thank goodness for kahtoolas and poles and double coverage tush layers. I learned something important...kahtoolas aren't effective in slushy snow. Given the major melt off, their cleats didn't chomp into the snow like they do on ice.

I also enjoyed the sinking lesson: step off the trail and you are suddenly three to five feet shorter. THAT was fun. I was up to my thighs in snow. Damn. Thank you, little tree.

THE STATS
Route: Up White dot in 1:06 (with stopping for photos); goofing at the top 4 minutes; descent down White Arrow in 45:00. Average Heart Rate 151.
Gear: Kahtoolas, Nathan Hydration Pack, camera, hat, gloves, trekking poles, arm warmers, and sunglasses.
Food: One Balance bar, water and a Hammer Gel (Huckleberry).

Lots of "Blarney Stone" to kiss here.

Snowshoe Challenge Peak Races

2011-03-30T21:56:00.002-04:00

March came and went with a swift breeze. I began the month with a snowshoe half marathon in the Peak Races, Pittsfield, Vermont. With all my health crud that's but lurking and sitting on the sidelines, I decided to do something adventurous outside with some friends, laughing through the woods.

Me and my favorite colored trail blaze! (Photo by kZ.)

I wanted to make my 40th birthday memorable. And it was! I shared the day with some of my dear running pals, including Dan and Kevin, who stuck with me for our two-loop course. Dan and I were evenly trained, which meant our log books were about as equally blank. My last run was two weeks prior to this half and before that a 4.5 mile SS at Horse hill three weeks earlier. I was going in fresh.

kZ, Trail Pixie, Steve and Dan with our Pre-Race Faces.

kZ was out there for his first (I think) snowshoe event. Steve LaTour was back for another SS marathon AND a major PR. He’s one tough High Quality, non generic, No Trans fat Cookie.

smart.

Before the start, we goofed around as the RD spoke, then we watched Steve's circa 1980’s style gray track-suit disappear into the woods never to be seen again. Until after his finish. What I didn’t know— as I walked quickly towards his vehicle to offer kudos—was that he was nearly Scottish Highland Cattle (buck) naked behind his car door. Good times. Also at Peak was Michelle who reincarnated herself several times in the Death Race. We got to see her a few times on the course before she took second place, overall. Those lumberjack men hadn't met the tough as tyvek likes as 'lil Roy.

Simon Says...."Descend the Mountain"

(photo by Dan S)

The course loop was 3.5 miles up and 3 down—give or take. TWICE. SO the “down” part is deceiving because on the descents exist generous ascents. Welcome to Vermont. The 1870 ft elevation was a calf-awakening reminder of the mountain circuit (but with snow and giant tennis racquets attached to my feet). Let me say a bit about the snowshoes out there…some folks wore giant SS’s. I’m not sure how they maneuvered the single-track slushy trail. Wow. I was pleased with my Dion 122’s; they’re light with a low profile.

Pausing at the Peak.

In the first mile I was thinking “what the heck did I get myself into…” but then I found my groove, pushed away such trivial negativity and hunkered in for the long haul. It was a beautiful (overcast, sometimes rainy and silly-fun) day.

Not an aid station.

Keep in mind list:

Wear calf-covering socks beneath my tights due to the snow kick up! I only need one gaiter layer for the snow (and added warmth). I spent more time in the aid station than I usually do. I was trying to get my fingers to work (cold!) and tighten my sneaker laces, that and changing my shirt and eating some...

bad cookies.

I had no real regrets with the day. I was only temporarily possessed with the kind of fictional regret that appears when cold with low blood sugar, one-friend down, and no Scooby snacks in the joey.

Why didn’t I see any mythological beings in the Labyrinth?

So, if I had not dallied the extra 1 minute and 40 seconds (blah blah blah) in between loops, I would have made 1^st in my age group! HAH! This means I made 2^nd in my new age group, which is a coups! We finished in under 4:15 hours. Not too shabby.

Farewell 30's.

LINKS:
Dan's Blog Post: breakheart trail running
Steve's Photos
Michelle's Blog Post

Peak Race for my New Decade

2011-03-01T19:14:00.000-05:00

This weekend I'll be smiling pretty in Pittsfield, Vermont to receive some (birthday) spanks by the Peak Race course.

"Please sir, I want some more?"

I’m in no condition to run a half-marathon on trail sneakers let alone snowshoes, but there it is-- two loops up and down the mountain. Then cake, yes. Cake. Followed by a little more cake, fuzzy drink, fuzzy sleeping bag, fuzzy socks, friends and fire. Yes, this sounds like a good way to ring in my new decade!

Predictions of snow will only make the Friday and Saturday more memorable…THAT and spending the night and day with my running TUGgers. What fun to meet up again with Breakheart Dan, Kevin Z, Michelle R, and Steve LaTour. It’s been too long. Will miss other core members who couldn’t make the trek!

So I checked out the event roster and heck, there are a lot of familiar names! This is going to be epic. Looks like a huge crowd overall so I might as well take it from the rear. With 10 hours to complete the miles, I think I can take this on very easily and make it all about the company, the views and being present, every step—every breath.

Hopefully Dan will venture out there with me for a loop; our training is at about the same level (long pause here…). We have a great time no matter what our speed. I’ve done two snowshoe races of up to 7k and a recent treadmill run for 30 minutes at 3% to 5% grade. This is going to be interesting.

I’ve been looking forward to this.

BUT, I’ll have to finish before I have any cake!

Granite State Snowshoe Races: Horse Hill and Beaver Brook

2011-02-23T22:22:00.004-05:00

After what feels like an eternity, I’m easing back into running. It feels good. Yes, please, I'll take it... no matter how short or long it may be.

This season, I ran some snowshoe races as a member of the Dungeon Rock Racing team. While these are “races,” I am not in any condition to run faster than "to finish" with a smile and a quickened heart beat. Thus, for me, Feel Good Farm, Horse Hill, and Beaver Brook snowshoe races were three "quit riding the pine and get out there" training runs with much needed pushes, and of course the social outlet!

HORSE HILL

The snow conditions at Horse Hill were excellent—even the looser snow that just made me work harder. It’s been two years since I ran the Horse SS. Steve Wolfe designed a great new course; alas, he must’ve missed my memo to please "avoid that tough climb up Horse Hill"....errr, then what would we call the race, miss smarty pants?

I did well not to keel over in need of CPR on the hands-to-my-knees ascent. I must have blocked that hill from my memory when I ran here in 2009. But the nightmare of that incline recalled like a two-year-old big bologna sandwich.

This was my first run since Feel Good Farm a month earlier and I could feel my limit come and go with approximately one mile remaining. (Got to start back somewhere!) I dug deeper and stoked my running sticks with some mental positive thinking. The last ½ mile was open and flattish. I had a lot of kick along that stretch, which lead me to believe I could have worked harder out there. I was sorry to miss the Martha’s Exchange outing of laughs and libations with the Turtles!

Horse Hill SS Race Start

Photo credit: Gianina Lindsey

More of her photos HERE

BEAVER BROOK

The 2011 course was amazing (minus the snow-naked stretch of Dion-damaging bare asphalt —boohiss). Wolfe was also behind the new course design, minus the two day thaw! Its varied terrain was playfully challenging. It was also a bit longer than 5k at approx. 3.3 miles versus the “so-last-year” shorter 2.9 mile out-and-back course.

I loved the rollers, mostly single track trail, small bridge and water crossings, hugging the edge of a pond, and zigzags through the woods.

But, no beavers, alas, they must be busy...

The Beaver Brook began bitterly with a mean wind ripping through my shirt and up my skirt. woot'n-bbrrr. I spent less time socializing than I wished and more time in my car warming/waiting. BUT a major plus was that I got to share that time and chat with ultra-runner friend, Melanie! She was sweet to come and visit!

Time was too-short and I lined up behind some other Stone Cat friends at the back of the pack. I heat up like a teakettle—low-on-water—so I was more than toasty in five minutes.

Yes, I AM a little tea pot...

I met up with some folks from DRR, Dan, Elaine, Patrick and Tula (woof). I hope next year I get to know these folks better, perhaps through more training at The Lynn Woods. Also I hope this new course will be used for a trail run there post snowshoe season.

EXTRAS

It’s always a joy to see the Turtles! Two Beaver Tails-Up to Scott and his teammates. Good times.

Cheerful quote from Bill Howard upon my
crossing the BB finish line:
“Alright, you did it! Another finish.”

(Above) Bill Howard and me, a beaver sock totin' TUGger.

Two (above) Photo Credits: Scott Mason

Indeed, another finish!

It’s a start.

Mad

2011-02-07T21:20:00.007-05:00

Next weekend can't come soon enough.

I long to strap on my snowshoes and trek the 400+ acre tract I affectionately nickname the "North 40." I will blaze and meander snowy terrain, randomly follow purposeful tracks, and wind my way to an untouched field. This open farmland whose farthest corners perch high on the hill with corners tucked into the hiding places along stone walls. Yes, there I will go.

Rhythmic paw prints keep score—in double-four time— across a lofty comforter of snow. Follow, turn, and pause. Two paths not yet crossing, not yet uniting. Are these merely woodland strangers or winter foe? Will heedful hare meet craving coyote? I'll never know. Before the finale, impressions retreat under rocks and fallen ash.

I'll hurdle the rocky partition and seek easier footing along a hooved-highway for back-40 travel. Here deer tracks and dugout ditches bumper oaks for acorn delights. Above, chickadees flit and flee branches scouting for their rations. and the echoing beat of excavating woodpeckers will have long since faded. Beech tree hangs on; its tan flags fluttering.

Why circle back too soon to the pastureland? Winter will fold to spring and un-hem snowy edges for fray grassy trim. Because I must; it feeds my soul. Last fall this patch was chock-full of bull. That morning the sun sparkled along nearly invisible though electrified wire—a humble barrier between me and the tail-flicking, fly-decorated, hot and horned cattle— aw, heck.

Yes, there I shall go.

Snow Time

2011-02-04T22:07:00.004-05:00

When snow flakes fall, I get very excited to be outdoors.

A Mt. Monadnock vista, 1.30.2011

Mid-January, I dabbled in some snowshoe-wogging at the Feel Good Not-so-Great Farm SS Race. With zippo running training, one loop scratched that itch. Hmm. As if that wasn't enough of a "hair sweater," I'm contemplating Horse Hill SS Race next weekend. If I'm there, I'll "shovel" (versus "sweep") up the Horse's you-know-what from behind. My attendance, depends on a lot of things, like my hips and legs, hiking plans, a possible xc ski excursion or even just sitting by the fire...

I was told by the specialist at Mass General to not run until March so they can see how the tug lesion has healed, if at all, and how to proceed from there. So, instead of running-training, I've been energized by using the Viper Rope Machine (a lesson in "hard"), xc skiing, hiking and snowshoeing through the woods, blazing trail or in tracks at Great Brook Farm, and missing my running friends.

I grow excited by snow and xc skiing that I can might easily overdue it. Like today, my hip flexors ache. After an Epsom salt soak, I'll reassess weekend outdoor adventures and probably find some snow balls and ride the flexible. I'm eager to try the I'll get some snow balls and head out on the slope slider! These would have been epic on the way down Mount Mondanock. Next time.

As a side note, I'm not sure if anyone's noticed the new-ish Epsom Salt marketing geared towards athletes? As if basic pharmacy Epsom salts aren't magical enough, marketers REV'ed it up with aromatherapy and packaging appeal. Epsom Salt is a soothing sprained and/or sore muscle soak, splinter remover, fertilizer and laxative, regardless of some bergamot and lavender essential oils. P.S. Don't drink your bath water.

Our Mount Monadnock winter hike with was a lot easier (footing and breathing) than I expected. As a planner, I was responsibly over-prepared (smart) with winter-hiking essentials in my 16 pound pack. I am considering investing in a bivvy or solo tent for emergencies.

My Marmot Contents: a total 16 pounds from down jacket, snowshoes, old-school crampons and Kahtoolas Microspikes (worn), space blanket/shelter, unopened hand/toe warmers, flint steel and dryer lint, war and peace hard cover, small first aid kit, gaiters, balaclava, extra hat, mittens, fleece layer (extra), toilet paper in baggy, kitchen sink, scooby snacks, water, sunscreen/lip balm, army knife, map, goggles, sun glasses, camera, cell phone and chocolate and separate emergency vials of mountain whoop-ass and arctic positive attitude.

Got Wood?

2011-01-12T23:18:00.011-05:00

"I hammered up the trail,

passing rocks and trees as if they were standing still."

--Red Fisher

Since I'm "riding the pine" (on the bench) regarding regular trail running, the trees ARE standing still. What an opportunity to take a closer look at these forests and learn what wood stands in this rich area of the Monadnock Region.

Helping to haul and split wood this fall also provided an outdoor classroom along with several daily lessons as I feed the stove. My teacher hasn't advanced my lessons to speaking in caudes or Latin ligni lingo— yet. But he is schooling me with some pop quizzes from the wood pile.
As we gather the split logs & limbs from a seasoned pile, load our hand carriers, and restock the wood bin, I do my best to name the trees before, saying thanks and so long as I feed another log to the flames. And, just when I think I've nailed it, timber turns to ash.

Dave heats primarily with wood from his land that he cuts with his chainsaw(s). He's still cleaning up the fallen trees from the ice storm a few years ago, and selects trees that are part of a longer-term "bring back the field" plan. He estimates his gasoline consumption per season between three to five gallons, to operate his saws, tractor and splitter. There's the manual labor, too, four cords later.

Chop your own wood and it will warm you twice.

—Henry Ford

We joked that the wood warms you w'acres more. I estimate about 10+ times: traveling to the tree, sectioning & cutting, loading & unloading, lifting to the splitter (&/or splitting by hand), catching from splitting block and neatly stacking for seasoning. Then perhaps relocating the wood to a more accessible location, carrying bundles to stove area, and loading the stove. HEAT.

Some Northern Woodlands fuel for thought.

I pine for Pin Cherry!

Inspiration: Peter Galbert's Chair Notes blog.

A Resource for Windsor Chair Makers and Woodworkers.

The Wood Database: By Woodworkers, For Woodworkers.

Trail Sparks!

2011-01-01T13:19:00.000-05:00

To complete 2010, Dave and I hiked through the fresh and sparkling snow into his Back 40+ and found a perfect, off-trail sheltered forest nook to play with a gift from Santa— a mini fire steel. It's about the size of a key and is a safety/survival must for those who love to wander the wilderness.

Our site was safely wind-free with a thick layer of snow. For starters the scraped dust from gray birch bark worked well but pocket lint caught more quickly! We fueled our little fire with small dead limbs from one of his nearby pine trees.

I'm eager to experiment with char-cloth

Making Char-Cloth from the Rogue Turtle.

And... A video from Make Magazine:

Caution: Don’t play with fire unless you know what you are doing and have the immediate and nearby means to extinguish it. Also don’t peel bark from live trees; it hurts them.

Gradually: The 2010 Stone Cat Trail Marathon

2010-12-23T10:14:00.001-05:00

Merriam-Webster's definition of GRADUAL:

1: proceeding by steps or degrees

2: moving, changing, or developing by fine or often imperceptible degrees

— grad·u·al·ly adverb

Stone Cat Trail Marathon, 2010:

Memorable. Gradual. TUG reunion (-2), and 1st, 50 finishers. Lots of Cowbell.

I’m quite pleased that I was able to participate in SC this year because I’ve been all sorts of "not running healthy" since the late summer. To the doctors' offices. Primed for a conservative and non-runner response, I asked my Ortho. in September if running a fall marathon was out of the question. He said, “Well, I really don’t think it’s a good idea.” He added I should hold off all running until he knew more about what was going on (or what wasn’t going on) in my various limbs and spine. I did as I was told (for once) and didn't run or engage in high impact sports, like rugby or touch football. Two weeks before the marathon (after lots of XRays, three MRIs, a trip to Mass General and a mending sprained toe) he cleared me to exercise! “Emily, you can gradually start to exercise. You might even try to run a bit.” Sha-wing!

Awesome, I told him I would try to walk at least part of the marathon and see what happened. If all felt good, I’d continue. If I felt pain I would stop, etc. He didn’t protest nor applaud. BUT his eyebrows narrowed, he tipped his head forward as he shifted in his chair, "Be careful. You have been very hard on your body.” Prior to that, I met with another doctor who also reviewed my MRIs, to which he responded, “you're as strong as an ox!” Scottish Highland Cattle are cute, so his strange “compliment” inspired me.

My 6:09 finish was my slowest marathon to date. It was also my happiest (ok, a tie with my first 50k.) No GI issues at all, no lasting damage and an awesome boost for my distance spirits. I needed that. I had no mileage in the log books apart from a 55 mile bike ride in August and a 2+ hour, Halloween Hike in Dave's woods. (photos by Keith Mangus)

I power-walked the first 5 miles — a few of which were with Dan who stayed with me for 25 minutes (twice as long as he set out to do, THANK YOU). I promised myself I would PW to the first aid station/5 miles and see how I felt before either “calling it a day,” or beginning to wog a bit. I felt great and powered onward. I did run in the full last mile, Hoorah!

walk + jog = WOG

I wogged a bit and walked nearly all of the inclines, declines and flats. If I strung together all the 100-200 foot jogging section, I estimate I wogged 7 to 7.5 miles total. The rest was accomplished by a heart pumping power walk. I was once told that my fast walking pace proved that “leg length has nothing to do with speed.” I wonder if that’s true.

After that I jumped into a down sleeping bag and watched and waited until the TUG peeps come through their 50 mile laps and finishes! Thanks to Dave M. for the photo (me in orange), the cookies, and a refreshing Moxie.

At right, next year's fashion statement?

Duct Tape: Six Days to Stone Cat

2010-11-01T13:45:00.003-04:00

This Saturday is the Stone Cat Trail Marathon. Hmmm. After about two months of NO cardiovascular exercise at my doctors’ orders (yes, several doctors), last week I was cleared by one doctor to start exercising again.

The trail marathon is six days away.

What do I do?

Well, I’ll show up and check in, pin on my number and start out with everyone else. But I will walk versus run/walk or run, that’s what. Sounds like a plan.

My orthopedic doctor said that I could “gradually start exercising again.” So I'm going to try to walk a marathon after two months off? I'm not one to start out too gradually, I guess. He added—more joy to my ears— “You might even run a little, Emily, and see how that feels.”

Dave's Barn Restoration Project

New bones, added strength, a hopeful and positive metaphor

My big-candy-apple-pie-in-the-sky goal is to finish my marathon pain free and by only WALKING. Keeping the long-term health picture in mind, I’ll try to complete one lap and assess my “situation.” If that works, I’ll attempt another lap and hope to walk it in before it’s dark. This seems both within and out of reach because my mind is willing but my body is endurance weak (and in pain).

"Who is?"

Taped to a public bathroom paper towel dispenser.
Another (funny) metaphor for my endurance fitness.

Obviously, I have no specific time goal; the 13-hour time limit should not pose an issue with the 50-miler folks out there, too. If I don’t finish at least I tried. No matter what, I can't wait to see, cheer on and high five my T.U.G. peeps in the marathon and the 50!

I'll bring Windex (and Duct Tape).

Just in case THEY need any fixing.

Curious about what the heck is going on? Me, too.

Unfortunately, I'm not sure and neither are my doctors. After a litany of tests, x-rays and two MRIs, my next stop is Mass. General to a specialist. After reviewing the scans one doctor said, “You are pretty hard on your body.” Yup. Time to baby this mortal machine and heal the numbness (left shoulder to toes—knees and toes, head shoulders knees and toes, knees and toes), cervical and lumbar spine macrame, and right calf clicking, ticking, tocking. Of course my old pal PF comes calling, too. To add insult to injury, I sprained my toe slack lining in early October. That ensured my rest for another month. Funny thing is that my spirits are up. I've been down (not running) before and know that in time, I'll be back. Hopefully in time for some snow shoe events.

What have I been doing instead?
Light hiking, some core work, daily stretching, helping Dave restore his barn, hauling fire wood, learning how to heat with a wood stove, baking bread, teaching, art, appreciating basic health and health insurance, and being comfortable with uncertainty.

Calf Pain is no Bull

2010-09-05T19:35:00.001-04:00

Since a fast run and an epic ride on the Cape about 10 days ago, I’ve felt an ache in my right calf. Now, when I go up stairs I feel a “clicking” sensation directly in the back of my calf. It’s deep. I am troubled. Of course, I keep trying to replicate it to see if it's still there, still hurting. Dumb...

At first I thought it might be a small pull or strain but with the recent clicking feature, I’m beginning to believe it might be tendonitis. ??? Next week I’ll go in for a Q & A with my PCP. Hopefully the recommendation will be one week off, a series of weekly messages, more gentle stretching, and second helpings of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Waiting by the edge of a field...

the field to get home.

As I was already about 15 miles from Windblown, I couldn’t resist heading over to cheer on some of the Wapack runners. I was also trying to cross paths with some trail gumbas, like Breakheart Dan. and Kevin Z. I didn’t know if Dan would be there but I took a chance. Success! We shared a short hike and cheered on the lead runners before he left. I missed seeing several other folks finish before I split for my green pasture.

The calf feels okay right now but IF I must take a lot of time off, that will be a real pain in the you know what.

Having a Ball: The Early Girls

2010-08-20T10:59:00.000-04:00

Yesterday we canned a batch of Tomatoes!

Why is it called “canning” if glass jars are used?

Supplies:
6+ Ball glass jars with matching lids and caps;
Large Canning Pot with internal jar holder;
Two 4-6 QT pots;
Tongs & rubber gloves;

Clean, dry dish towel.
25-30 ripe tomatoes; and
10-20 large fresh basil leaves.

1. Sterilize Ball Jars, Caps & Lids:
Use pot specific for canning. Place open jars into holder and fill with cool water, Surround the containers with water, cover an inch. Bring water to a boil. Start timer when water is rolling. Boil for 30 minutes. Use a separate pot of water for lids and caps. Boil for 30 minutes, same as bottles.

2. Prepare the Fruit & Herbs:
Meanwhile, use a third pot to boil more water. When boiling, dunk three tomatoes at a time for about 20 seconds or until their skin bursts. Remove with tongs peel away skin and cut away parts you don’t want to eat later, such as tough middle section or stem parts. Place cleaned tomatoes in a bowl until ready to can. Prepare all tomatoes in this fashion. Cut and clean any herbs, such as Basil.

3. Preparing Jars for Fruit:
Depending on size, about three to five tomatoes will fit into a large Ball jar. After jars have boiled for 30 minutes, use rubber gloves and tongs to remove a jar (one-at-a-time) from water (try not to touch jar; it’s hot)! Pour out boiling water from inside of jar. Try to keep rim of jar as clean as possible as you gently drop tomatoes into the container. Alternate tomato with basil as you fill. Do not overfill. Use a knife to cut up the tomatoes a bit so you can pack them in. Do not cover yet. Set jar aside. Repeat until all fruit's been used.

4. Sealing The Jars:
When all jars have been filled, DRY OFF their RIMS with a clean cloth so the cap gets a great seal. Remove the lids and caps from hot (no longer boiling) water with tongs. Place cap onto clean dry jar rim and then add a lid and twist. As Dave puts it, " don’t “REEF” on them" but tighten medium firmly.

5. Back to the Water to Sterilize Again:
Remove about half of the water from the large canning pot. Place the bottles (with lids/caps on) back into their holder and into the hot —BUT NOT BOILING— water (that would break the jars, which have cooled somewhat). When all bottles have been placed, add more warm-hot water to the pot. Cover the Ball jars by about an inch. Bring the entire pot back up to a boil. When the water begins to roll & boil, start the timer FOR 30 MINUTES.

6. Finishing Up—Removing & Cooling:
After 30 minutes of continuous boiling, remove each jar from the water. Tighten the lids down (now you may "REEF"). Dry jars with a cloth & set aside. Repeat.

As the jars’ contents cool the lid will vacuum seal down and the lids will drop to a concave state. If a lid did not drop concavely, then the canning process was NOT a success and you should use that jar’s contents in the next day or two.

If the concave seal was successful place them in your canning cupboard— for up to six months—or until ready for use.

For health benefits of Tomatoes click here.

Three Dog Morning: Joy To The World

2010-08-19T09:49:00.005-04:00

After a long road ride the other morning, I wanted to see if I had any juice left in my gambe (Italian for "legs"). I explored my Russell Station Road “extended loop,” which cuts over hilly dirt roads before connecting to 2nd NH Highway and back onto the R.S. Road.

There are few houses along these dirt roads but there stands one, which is decorated by hyper-protective dogs. On the way out, I was relieved the barkers weren’t in their yard. I relaxed into my run, a Galloway-style 5:1 (run:walk), felt awesome throughout, and glided up inclines. I was in the zone. Then came the three dogs.

"... Just an old-fashioned love song
Comin' down in 3-part harmony..."

Barking at first. Shitake! Then charging. Crap! I was surrounded. One nipped my skirt while the other “snouted” my privates as a third circled, sniffed & barked. It occurred so quickly, I failed to notice if their tails were up or down.

Simple Tail Translation:
Up = happy dog;
Down = not so happy dog.

Thankfully, I read the September 2010 dog issue of Runner’s World (pg., 89) and employed all tactics. My four-legged run-in was without ill incident.

What to Remember:

Voice: Use a deep firm voice that conveys a sense of calm.... NO squealing in fear or excitement.

Eyes: Watch dog out of the corner of your eye. NO direct eye-contact, as it seems aggressive.

Position: Stand tall, face dog slowly, while calmly backing away. Do NOT turn & run, which makes you seem like prey or set the course for a chase.

Body Language: Stay relaxed & upright. Assume a position of authority. Do NOT shrivel or become combative.

If all else fails and you have a water bottle squirt some water in their face or pick up a stick and keep the dog out of your body territory. Just in case, I ordered some pepper spray ($10-15). (State laws might apply.) I love animals and do not want to hurt them. So this is a last resort. Apparently the spray doesn’t hurt the animal. Plus, I would only use it if I absolutely had to! (Think Cujo…)

Back to this dog story:

A guy came running out and called for his dog, a rather frisky black lab. She didn't respond. Duh-Uh!... She was off leash! I asked him if the dogs were kind and he said, "yeah, except one of them..." Which one!? Of course, the one who tasted my garment before high-tailing it into the woods for a chewier, crunchier rodent-style snackypoo.

The guy scooped up his pup and headed into the house, leaving me with mini-cujo (in the distance) and the "take-me-home-please" pooch. She'd disobeyed all commands and thought it much better to be my NBF. I started to run again but couldn’t shake her.

I am an animal magnet. Woof.

Take me home with you.

This is not actually my NBF but she looks just as eager.

I ran about a mile with her (she was bounding ahead) before I turned around to try to get send her home. Soon she set her sniffer on some spot of road-side pee-pee. More marking. (Do dogs have an auxiliary bladder for such tasks?) I seized the opportunity to huff it out of her range before she noticed. Hopefully she made her way back home... she wasn't too far.

"...One is the loneliest number...
It's just no good anymore since  
she went away
Now I spend my time just making 
rhymes of yesterday..."

Frankly, it was delightful to share some canine running company. The dog was motivating, curious, and a tireless pacer. I 'm beginning to more fully appreciate and understand the mutual devotion between dog and runner.

Go Vasco, Go Sheba, Go Tucker...

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Intentionally Lost

2010-08-12T18:08:00.004-04:00

Overcast skies, threatening clouds....this morning I woke up in a bit of a funk. By mid-morning I figured out one of the reasons why: I was sick to my stomach. Let's just say, I have a delicate constitution. Once my body evacuated the ailment, I felt a lot better!

Exercise is a terrific mood lifter and before leaving for work, Dave suggested I go for a ride. In the same breath he gently reminded me that our Tri-State Seacoast Century is in about a month. ULP.

A few years back, I rode 100k at the Seacoast Century with pretty limited training. With that in mind and my current training, I'm in for at least 100k this September. We have a longer ride planned for the end of August. I'll be ready. This year, I hope we'll skip the section that heads towards Newburyport and opt to start heading north right away. The roads leading up and into Maine are very beautiful.

Before today, my last ride was a month ago! Yikes. By 1 p.m., with a fresh stomach and lifted spirit, I was pumping air in my bike tires, filling a water bottle and packing a PB & J. YUM.

I rode towards Peterborough and decided to just start taking lefts or rights as I pleased. I blew a kiss to Smokey before heading past EMS. A sharp left brought me along some rolling back roads into Hancock. Nice views! I was lost by then and quite pleased to roll into the town center, which I recognized.

Eventually I made my way back to Bennington and stopped at the General Store for a much needed coke. I drained my water bottle well before Hancock.

Somewhere between Hancock and Bennington, I came across these sheep and had to stop. My toes fall asleep while I ride and it seemed like a great chance to admire their fleece. At that point, I wanted more fleece on my saddle...

All-in-all it was a great ride of about 35 miles at 15.1 mph. I love getting lost to discover new places AND to extend rides. Today reminded me of my "get lost" summer bike rides in high school.

Not all who wander are lost...

Juggling cycling, marathon training and teaching (with the start of school in a month) is going to be interesting. I'm signed up for the Stone Cat Trail Marathon in November and have my eye on a few events beforehand—some half-marathons and long-distance trail events. I'll play it by earlobe.

Instead of Running & Racing...

2010-08-09T10:58:00.002-04:00

Trail Pixie gathers no moss....

After pacing at the Vermont 100, I shifted gears
—away from running & racing—
towards other adventures:

Water skiing:

Trail Pixie on the waters of Winnisquam

Art New England Workshops:

Bennington, Vermont

My palette one day in the Ultimate Color Workshop.

Raku with artist, Bob Green, and Anna Witte

Plein Air Painting
Southern Vermont College, Bennington, VT

Photography at Flea Markets:

Gathering source material in photo format.

Williamstown, Vermont

Matchbox Grid Lock. Rietta Flea Market.

Studio Painting:

Continuing the practice.

Woodworking:

Learning Joinery and more...

My Art-Studio-Table "in progress"

Surface Archeology:

Digging in the Back 40 where there once was a hopper.

Discovering lots of old bottles and plates...history.

Cheering at Triathlons:

Men's swim start at Lowell Sprint Triathlon (8/1/10)

Bike Transition area at Surry Sprint Triathlon (8/7/10)

Gardening:

Tomatoes and cukes!

Worm Warfare:

Tomato horn worm!

Ah Ha! This worm is covered with the parasitic larva of the

Braconid Wasp, which eats the worms.
Everyday I check the tomato plants for these hob-goblins.

Enjoying the Craftsmen's Fair:

(League of NH)

Garry Kalajian, Blacksmith

Let's lathe!

Mini-mantra: 

Life Before Blog

Life Before Blog

Life Before Blog ...

You Gotta Love It

2010-08-08T08:00:00.000-04:00

In Robert Manson Myers, “Ars Amatoria” (after Ovid’s poem—The Art of Love), the author starts from the first letter of the English alphabet and stops there. He scripted a 200-page book entirely of words beginning with the letter “A.” This was a first for the English language. (See end of post for my poem about the VT 100, inspired by the letter "S.")

Kevin Z heads across a Vermont field Saturday morning

(photo: Trail Pixie)

For four folks of The Ultra Gang (T.U.G.), it was also a first—their first 100 mile run. You gotta love running and being on your feet out there in the woods…to stick this thing through——through the training leading up to the event and through the finish line. At times it must feel like a “love—hate” relationship.

Ultra runners are a quirky bunch.

(photo: Trail Pixie)

For some it might be their one-and-only 100. For those who started at 4 a.m., the gang had a finishing rate of 75% (three out of four peeps), topping the overall 55% finish rate.

At the Vermont 100, all participants start at the beginning: Julie O’Mara, Streph Treadway, Steve LaTour, and Keven Zelechoski took that first step. Others support—crew and pace: Bill H, Kim K, Chris M, Christine M, Mike Menard, Michelle R, and myself.

Steve LaTour icing one tough ITB!

(photo: Trail Pixie)

Julie ran about half way before bowing out and her intended pacer, Mike M shifted his duties to helping another. Christine and Chris tended to and paced Steve, respectively. Bill and Kim crewed for Kevin while Michelle and I paced him.

Pacers, crew, support...

Mike M, Trail Pixie, Bill H, Joy & Michelle R in front.

Streph was our wild card, self-supported and a tug boat steering the TUG lead. As he commented, “we all started at the same time and finished within a half an hour of each other.”

Streph Treadway catches some shut-eye

after finishing his first 100.

(photo: Trail Pixie)

Epic Finish for Kevin Z!

Finishing pacer, Trail Pixie, gets a huge hug!

(photo: Michelle Roy)

I'm super proud of these folks

and will crew/pace for them anytime!

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I wrote this poem—inspired by Professors Myer’s style—about the Vermont 100; It's brought to you by the letter “S.”

Stellar Saturday Start

by Trail Pixie Trespas

Striding Start Surprises
Superstars strategically situate—seed
Several spread staccato-style
Surge swerve stabilize

Sparkling spots shine sycamores
Shuttling self, spirit soaring
Step step step

Soon sunrise stunning scenery
Sheep shedding shadows
Stop sign, Street sign, Smokey sign

Sections snaking, splitting
Stumbling sticks strewn sidelong
Steady steadily steady

Smelling spring-summer—someone
Songs sound, sparrow speaks
Sirens seep stolen slumber

Soon stuff, supplies, support:
Snacks: salt, sticky-sweet soda
Sustaining S-Caps, serums…smiles.

Sarcastic sentences sounding
Soothsayers stopped short—sayonara !
Stifling stifle stifling

Soaring steam suffocates, signals slowing
Sublimation sabotages swiftness
“Speed sabbatical” surely

Slimming, sweat stinging, smothered:
soft shoe steps
shabby sneakers
stretched straps
soiled shorts
swollen sacks
soaked sleeves
shin splints
soggy socks
something soft shifted
shit.

Saturday somehow Sunday
Sunset sundown stars
Solo, sola—so long

Sixty seems strategic
Seventy sounds strenuous

Susceptible sleepless shuffler
Spotty syntax say-something
Sorry —so sorry—Sorry

Surround sound:
seeping spirit
sick stomach
sitting staying
stopping
stillness
silence screaming!

Stupendous stories supplant sanity
Supposed strange shapes speak
Stirred sanity, sensibility

Sway, swerve, swat
Soon supine stoned stallions
Sah-weet sanguine

Shortly signs, salutations, salutes.
Shedding, sniffing, sobbing
Simultaneously sore—sacrosanct.

A special thanks to Dave McDermott for this creative "S" spark to post. To listen to Robert Manson Myers reading from “Ars Amatoria” go to Here and Now, May 21, 2010. Professor Myers reading "Aprillis" on Here & Now: http://www.hereandnow.org/2009/05/rundown-521/#5

Smitten for Smokey

2010-07-14T08:55:00.003-04:00

I have

a fire

in my heart

for

Smokey!

Smokey is confident and persuasive yet unassuming; he's comfortable shirtless in jeans with few accoutrements.

I'm on the look out for Smokey

and his fire-forecasting signs.

Chances of Fire today:

HIGH.

Smokey's HOT!

"Smokey Bear is America's wildfire prevention icon. He has educated generations of Americans about their role in wildfire prevention. Created in 1944, the Smokey Bear Wildfire Prevention campaign is the longest running public service advertising campaign in U.S. History." — SmokeyBear.com

Smokey the Bear Song

I've ALSO been curious about Smokey's other side.

Not specifically his softer, super-cuddly,

teddy-bear side.

Nor the harder, stern or ferocious side.

BUT

I want to see Smokey's BACK side!

_______________________

Have you ever considered that in most cases when you see a Smokey (sign) he is two fronts? I'm searching for less-modest, 3D Smokeys. I spotted one in Peterborough, NH.

Forest Fires are no Laughing matter!

Cool animations about preventing forest fires:

Things you can create with Matchsticks; and

Line-Drawing Animation for Cartoon Network.

1952 video of Eddy Arnold singing the Smokey the Bear Song.

Be Beary Careful with FIRE!

Promises, Promises

2010-07-13T18:57:00.004-04:00

This summer, I promised I would rekindle my childlike spirit out in the expansive & inviting outdoors. Apart from doses of cycling, fitness classes, boot camp, and xc skiing, running has been my fitness fix for the last seven years.

Time to mix it up
a wheeeee bit.

How?

increase variety of activities;
add dollops of play;
go on more aimless adventures;
embrace the change, the freedom.

So far my approach is refreshing my fitness outlook as I try new— and rediscover—old sports. I still feel the call of the trail and miss the social camaraderie of my running peeps. Still, I have the great fortune and pleasure of enjoying and learning new things with and from Dave! He knows a lot about a lot and is a great teacher, study and activity partner, too.

We've enjoyed kayaking on Willard Pond, blown bubbles through my first swim lesson in open water, road rides, and explored the rewards of cadence more thoroughly. Mouse Catching (and freeing) was recently an unofficial sport ...

What about running? I like not feeling trapped within a race series this season. Plus, I abhor hot, humid running. Give me a crisp fall day. Bring on the snow (but not quite yet, please).

With more gusto this summer I'm limiting the long-distance running (until I start to ramp it up mid-August), adding shortish asphalt and watch- and plan-free trail runs. Hopefully, I can find multisport balance before school starts again!

Happily keeping another promise, this weekend I'll meet Kevin (and Michelle), and many of my running gnomies from The Ultra Gang for the VT 100! I'm looking forward to pacing Kevin in his first 100 miler. Of course, where I can be of extra help and good cheer to the other TUGgers, I will avail myself. May the 100-mile-force ALSO be with Streph, Julie, Steve in their first 100s!

VT 100 2010 is going to be EPIC.

June Finale

2010-06-29T17:00:00.002-04:00

One of my plans this summer is to spice up my sports menu with cycling, hiking, paddling, swimming, and ball tossing with racquets. I will always love to trail run and run and run and run.

Yes, it's time for this woodland gnome—trail pixie—to branch out from under her toadstool and unearth fresh moss.

This morning I was feeling logy and knew that exercise cures that lethargy. By 11:30 am, in the heat of the mid-day sun, I laced up the road shoes (phhshaw!), filled my water bottle with ice, water and a Nuun tablet.

The plan was to run for an hour, out three miles or 30 minutes, whichever came first, and then head back and see what was left (in the legs and the water bottle).

The out and back is my least preferred course-configuration but this particular route was nearly down hill for the first three and then—you got it—up hill for the return. I loved that it was mostly hard-packed dirt surrounded by conservation woods, beautiful and secluded homes and farms little brooks and a few wooden bridges.

I found Francestown, NH, alright!

End-of-June Monadnock Region Adventures

2010-06-28T10:19:00.005-04:00

“My future starts when I wake up every morning…

every day I find something creative to do with my life…”

Miles Davis

Being able to run out the door directly into conservation land is Mother Nature’s gift to trail runners. The Greenfield Trails Association calls for further exploration and a double-water-bottle run. Many mountain bikers keep the switch-backin' and rockin'-terrain fern-free. The mix of single and double track, small bridges over streams, and the mecca of moss add to its natural beauty.

I spied five of these newts on course:

I charted out a challenging lollipop route with a fair amount of up and down along with a bit of road to link it all up. At about 4 miles, with the options of adding a lot more mileage, the footing forgives and forgets. Rocks, roots, newts, mushrooms, and gnome droppings (just kidding about the rocks), speckle the path. While out there, I meddle and imagine a TUG (The Ultra Gang) and company small Fat Ass 6-hour ... or sumpin'.

The woods run was not without possible bite. By 7:30 on a wet morning the buzzing insects were awake and hungry. But their appetite was nothing to the Deep Woods Off, which I applied before diving in. Some of the insects in this region have zip codes!

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Sunday afternoon, after the rain seemingly passed us by, Dave and I headed out on our bikes for an inaugural ride. I'm new to the clipless system and was a bit nervous to embark. Putting me at ease, Dave adjusted and tightened my cleats, super-charged me with confidence, and clipless was old hat by the end of of the driveway.

Dave's a great rider who's logged 100's of miles this season (including a century a few weeks ago)! This was my first ride of the summer and I hoped I could keep up and apply my running fitness to the road bike. Not having run long in a few days, I was raring to go! The loop had its fair amount of climbs and flats. What goes up must come down and I enjoy seeing just how fast I can accelerate down a hill. My maximum speed of 34.9 mph was not fast enough to break the 40 speed limit. Maybe next time! We hung together with a delightful 15 mph average over about 22-23 miles. Apparently this tiggerrr was restless.

In addition to riding with Dave, the best part (besides not crashing, not getting hit by an 18-wheeler, and not forgetting to clip out at intersections) was that the rain came back while we were riding. Just us out there on the roads....two giddy FOOLS in the RAIN.

This was sideways rain—the torrential big droplet rain that forces cars to pull over. In the moments before it unleashed its fury, I commented how much enjoy training in inclement weather. Is That So? Then the sky opened up, dumped bottomless buckets, and continued to laugh upon us until we pulled into his driveway. And, yes, then the sun came out. We were destined for a wet ride. I LOVED IT. What a blast.

Led Zeppelin - Fool In The Rain download at emp3

50th Mount Washington Road Race

2010-06-23T13:51:00.006-04:00

Time to Pay Up,

2009 Mountain Goats!

This MWRR was my third dance atop the 6,288-foot rock pile. It was also my slowest and I my hottest to date. With each tango, the weather seems to holler against my strengths, which is cold-weather running. This year’s near-90-degree temperature was no exception. I was looking forward to some 40-plus-mph ass-whipping wind but it never came. Still, there was a great breeze at the finish!

Emily Trespas and Susanne Torabi

at the Summit!

(photo by Dave)

Harkening back to the colder inclement weather (wind, hail storm and rain) of 2004, the 50th MWRR was a heat test of proper hydration, breathing, pacing, patience and fortitude. Several folks—elite to the back of the packers—turned around after tossing cookies, suffering from asthma or just not having it this year. For many that must have been a tough choice.

Given the forecast, this race day was for spectators. After many rainy races with Dave, I was happy that he and Abbas (Susanne’s spouse) could enjoy exceptional summit conditions. A videography shout out goes to Dave for capturing many finishing videos. The link to these is at the bottom of this post.

Women’s winner and
new women's course record holder:
23-year-old Ethiopian, Shewarge Amare.

Note: About 30 minutes before the start the announcer asked if anyone had a light pair of size 8 racing flats, shorts and a tank top for an elite women’s runner. Due to a mix up she had no running gear! Amare broke the women’s course record in borrowed shoes!

Remembering what Ed Mulvey said to me last year as he passed me walking at full throttle, “Emily, don’t run a step,” I embraced that plan for 2010. Also, I purposefully left my watch in the car so I could “enjoy” the day without time constraint.

It was too hot for a time goal. I think not wearing a watch cost me a few minutes but saved me stress. I crunched the math and variables and a time goal (PR &/or attempting to better last year’s time) was not reasonable. I figured, if I walked nearly all of the 7.6 miles, I would come in around 2:20, which was about what “went up.”

A fast power hiker when I want/need to be, I felt good about my time given I ran less than 1/2 mile of the course. I finished in 2:18:35. At half way the clock read 1:08:27. In 2009, my half time was 1:01:53 and in 2004, it sparked a 59:53.

Slower = happier.

Thom Parker, me (in zebra skirt)

and another hill climber.

(photo by Krissyk)

Power hiking with Thom Parker made the miles go by quickly. We talked a lot and I was thankful for his company as it helped me relax into the ascent. At about five miles, or where the dirt road section began, we separated. I attempted to keep up with him but he gapped me real good by about 2 minutes. Awesome! Thanks for your company & conversation, Thom!

I also passed Fred Ross at about 5 miles and felt a bit sore about it as he’s been my mountain muse all along. He usually kicks my booty. We chatted at the starting line and he communicated that he was pretty certain today was not his day. Yet, every MW is "his day." He holds the longest streak of Mount Washington starts and finishes of any participant.
I am honored to know him.

In 2008, Fred and Donna because engaged at this race! They are both wonderfully warm people and excellent mountain runners.

At 10 a.m. the gun blasted (and then a cannon a bit later?).

As Kz and I entered the first incline of the Auto Road, he joked, “it’s about time we paid off this debt.” We chuckled and commented that his father was “on fire.”

Joe ran ahead and into the hill like a recently freed mountain goat. Our run together was short lived as Kev's long legs progressed at twice the distance per step as mine. The red polka-dotted shirt disappeared ahead into the masses. At the finish Kz told me he ran every single step of the way! His dad, Joe finished not far behind me! His training repeats of 22 flights of stairs prepared him for the climb.

Last year Susanne and I complete the Mountain Circuit together! She is an amazing marathoner and tackled her first MW like a pro.

Susanne Torabi

(photo by Krissyk)

Above all, my favorite aspect of the 2010 MW weekend was the social connections shared. We—Dave and me, Susanne and Abbas, Kev and Joe, Bill and Mayra—got a chance to dine, chat, hang out and explore the area. It’s wonderful to meet the spouses of my running friends and enjoy some non-running time with some of the Gang. I am also grateful to and for Dave!

Here's fellow Gang member, Bill Howard who had the common sense to just try his luck in the lottery versus complete the Mountain Circuit.

Bill Howard in his first MW

(photo by Krissyk)

Krissyk captured some awesome photos mid-race. The still photos in this post are by Krissy and all video was captured by Dave. Thank you!

The Link to more video finishes at the 2010 Mount Washington Road Race is here: You Tube.

Webbed Ward Run

2010-06-22T11:00:00.113-04:00

This morning my first run since Mount Washington. With all the incline and asphalt, I wanted woods...Ward Reservation.

I misted my body with bug dope, tightened my trainers, and tucked into the woods along a trail that skirted a body of water now abandoned by crafty beavers. Boardwalks, boulders and roots marked this trail; all was well.

Being the first to meander along these parts, I encountered strands of spider webs across the trail. Not just one web but about 50. Is this what the lead runners face? This web clearing is a thankless, sticky and annoying task. Thank you to all the lead runners who disassemble these natural nets.

The trail cleared a bit and I settled into my Zen running place while paying homage to a resting little gray brown mole on a rock.

Then I ran full frontal face into the eye of a sticky spider wed. I bounced back a bit, not just from shock but from the thickness and gooey net’s tension. This was not some cute two or three strand wanna-be web. This was arachnid anarchy. This spider was hunting for the big one!

I freaked out and rapidly swiped my hands over my arms and hat, which were covered in white sticky goo and empty spun sacks. I removed my shirt and swatted my back.

If the web was that big and effective then I did NOT want to meet its maker: some fat bodied spider with dripping fangs ready to suck me into the shell of what was once the Trail Pixie.

While I know spiders have a ton of excellent and beneficial qualities I just can’t cuddle up—except maybe to Charlotte.

Race Crumbs to the Mount Washington Road Race

2010-06-21T10:16:00.139-04:00

* H x 4 = Heat Humidity & Hellacious Hills.

Most of my late-spring running revolved around preparing for the 50th Mount Washington Road Race on June 19th. This commenced with a trail ultra of 29-miles on Mother’s Day, followed a week later with the 24k Soapstone Mountain Race. Wadda Scorchah!

Capping off May, I enjoyed the road & trail mix of Mount Wachusett, as well as reuniting with many of the 2009 Mountain Goats who were hoofing at the starting line!

"What do you mean you aren't doing

the 2010 Mountain Circuit?!"

The first weekend in June, I drove to Wilton, NH, for my 3rd (slowest and happiest and hottest) Pack Monadnock 10 miler. Despite the hellish heat, the run was high heaven! At the summit, someone very special to me awaited! Overall, I felt great that day and power-walked the hills, dressed comfortably and hydrated wisely.

(Photo by Chris C’s son)

Pack is mostly a paved course—with some excellent dirt road sections—so thankfully my feet held up. The only area that slightly ached was my right hip along at the stretch of cambered highway before Miller State Park.

In general, I’m slowing down my pace and enjoying myself a heck of a lot more. Even 30 seconds to a minute per mile makes a huge difference in how I feel finishing and the day following the race.

6 In The Stix....."A Real Trail Race"

The week before MWRR, D and I headed to Newport, NH to run 6 In The Stix, which is part of the Western NH Trail Running Series. I needed the motivation of a group to get in a last hilly effort. Of course, like at The Pack, it rained. D is the most cheerful umbrella and rain jacket toting fan I have. Thank you!

When I queried about the trails in the 6 In The Stix, a runner responded, “it’s a real trail race with rocks and roots!” How enticing! How so my bailiwick!

NO...Not this Six from Styx!

If you are a good up- and down hill trail runner, the course is fast! My favorite aspect was the variety of footing. Starting and finishing on a track, the race quickly disappeared into the woods along double- and single-wide trails adorned with rocks and roots. Asphalt was minimal and bridges abounded. A sandier sections were rewarded with gentle pine needle passages. The final cherry? A stair climb to the top of the ski jump!

Now, That's Variety.

Carrots at Wachusett Mountain Race

2010-05-31T23:02:00.011-04:00

Driving to the Wachusett Mountain Trail & Road Race Saturday morning felt right. Very right. It was time. Time to join. Time to share. Time to integrate. Time to start some serious uphill momentum for Mount Washington ... in three weeks.

What a perfect day, cooler temperatures, over cast skies and excellent company.

At the start, I lined up in the back of the pack with Fred Ross. He and I are suitably matched in overall pace for Mount Washington & I thought it best to stick near him at Wachusett.

Fred finishes minutes ahead of me on The Hill so I took some notes: walk, run, hike, run, drink, focus... His good nature, even keel and patience with my puppy-dog enthusiasm are much appreciated.

Above Photo of The Legendary Fred Ross

by Scott Mason

Many folks on the trails—both ahead and behind —motivate me: Angel with her persistence, Ken and his camera, the Mystic Runners and TNT folks, Abby & Tim, Diane & Brian, TiVo, the Dales, Todd & Laurie, Todd B, Bob W, JJ, Jim P & Chrissy, Scott "camera man" Mason—what a generous spirits! I missed seeing my friends with whom I ran Wachusett last year—Julie, KZ, and Susanne...

Scott Mason's Wachusett 2010 photos:

Mile 2

Mile 4.5

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Come 'n Get it!

Ohakune, Central Plateau, North Island, New Zealand

Photo by David Wall

Many athletes have "carrots." At Wachusett '10, mine was Fred; he indirectly (& until now, perhaps "unknowingly") paces me and focuses my efforts. Some sneakered wunning wabbit is probably chasing my carrot top, too.

Oh, the carrot is not grouchy nor unhealthy competition. It's someone and/or something that encourages another to liven up the day, to set the bar higher, to start fires under hooves (or slow the burn, depending), to perk the salad when the lettuce wilts and croutons are out of reach. Carrots assist everyone to strive to be, to perform, to observe AND to become, better for their involvement alone as well as part of the whole.

The carrot is

crunchy, fresh and colorful.

It goads, "Follow me!"

Saturday, Fred's lead pulled me up the hills and kept me working on moving forward when I wanted to touch the moss, check out the lake view, and retie my sneakers a couple hundred more times. He was within view for a fair portion and when I thought I lost him a on the uphill road and the steepest trail section, he'd reappear around a corner. Mr. Ross is an excellent uphill runner and power-hiker.

Photo by DP, Lean Leader, The Cheering Squad.

(Unknown shirtless man is not my carrot.)

Of course, Fred's also an awesome downhill runner, which is my strength, too. I was psyched he was having such an awesome day out there! With about a mile to go I saw him speeding along the wide dirt road. I gradually shortened the gap but wasn't sure I had enough luck in my rabbit feet to catch him.

As momentum would have it, I rolled on by a few folks—including Fred—in the final descent. I hope Fred understands that he encourages me to run smarter and happier.

I can be the carrot or rabbit or some critter in between, behind or above... Above all this chase stuff is all in good trail woodsy uphill back country fun!

Bunny Bait.

Photo by Scott Mason

Seeing & hearing Lean Leader D out on the mountain for me also made a huge difference in my day—& life. When I finished, I mentioned to him that I ran about two minutes slower than last year, to which he sagely replied, "Did you run 'about two minutes' happier?"

Why yes, I ran—a lot— happier!

Thank you for reminding me how sweet the carrot and rabbit are and that both travel along joyful paths together.

"Reset My Head Set"

2010-05-27T19:48:00.005-04:00

I love that expression.

This past year I've done just that with clear and present results. Without going into detail I will say my relationship with running and race events is linked to pressing "reset." It continually evolves, matures and offers learning opportunities.

For starters, I am grateful to be able to run. This winter I pinched a nerve in my back. My chiropractor loosened me up with adjustments, vibrating jiggle beds, and "The Rollers." I feel awesome and believe my health and well-being have improved dramatically.

As for my friends on the running D.L., my heart and "gallon vat" of BenGay muscle rub goes out to Breakheart Dan. He's mending an injury and being more patient then ever before. It stinks old freezer-burned fish-sticks not to be able to run. It just makes you want it more.

Put up your Duke's, Injury!

& Take that, Tarter Sauce.

Running is my sanctuary, as well as, one of my social scenes. I try to keep them in balance. I decided to not run this week...at all....instead it was time to recharge and reset. In a nutshell, there are only so many slices in the energy pie.

Socially, I've rekindled my love of the solo long run. YES, I enjoy company—and miss my core running peeps— but also cherish my long solo runs as they give me time to think on things, talk to myself and to moss clusters, Yoda, and into the wind.

What else? It feels excellent to NOT be double-hitched to the Mountain Running Circuit. Last year I ran the entire series (for my Mountain Goat Hooves, giddy-up) and the 2009 Mount Washington Road Race. That was seven "up-hilly + more incline" races in eight weeks. Or was it six races in seven weeks? Good, I've already forgotten. I have no regrets in my commitment to it last year and had a blast seeing everyone every weekend. I'll see some of them soon I'm certain.

Indeed, back-to-back races & weekends grows old. Mother's Day Ultra then Soapstone Mountain Race 24k, was a test of endurance on a few fronts. Reset.

I wanted to see what these legs could do a week after running 29 trail miles. Well, they got to about eight miles into the woods and decided their mitochondria weren't feeling so mighty mouse. I pulled through, dug deep and with a smile, and ran the remaining 6-7 miles on happiness, hope and love. I'm convinced that running the mountain circuit last year gave me some hill strength as I passed several people on the "killer hill" just moving at an unforced uphill pace. (Above running photo by Scott Mason)

The morning of the Northfield Mountain Race, I loved being able stay on the island, gaze out the window and listen to the birds. The freedom to play things out, moment-by-moment, run-by-run is a gift I rediscover daily. Thank you.

Time to reset.

May Day May Day

2010-05-11T23:50:00.052-04:00

In May I ramped up my mileageover March and April's totals.
And I felt it.

On Mom's Day, I opted to get in a long run close to home and headed to Bradley Palmer for GAC's 6 Hour Mother's Day Run/Walk. When I arrived at the race with limited sleep from back-to-back exceptional days, I was primed to float.

I'm not sure from where I got the energy but I thought the longest I would run would be a solid 18 miles. Well, leave it to fuzzy math in the end, I kept on going, and going and going. Pre-race, I told Kevin S to "Stop me if I want to run more than 18 miles."

When I rolled through 18 miles he was running with his wife on some laps and I missed them. So, I kept rolling along and at mile 21, Breakheart Dan said, "Hey Em, why don't you go for the marathon distance?"

I did that and a little more...
For extra credit.
29 miles.

Dan captured this photo of me feelin' frisky in my leopard top.

The Mother's Day course is significant in that I gain versus drain personal power with each 3-mile loop. This year I reflected on the positive changes and gifts in my life and ran happily, thought a lot about people who are special to me. From where my energy and power emerges I do not know but I surmise it's from being inspired, from spring, from being present as I sail along. There's no competition out there not even between me and the trail, roots, ascents/descents.

At left, Aliza Lapierre ran 45 miles for the new overall course record.

Ron Farkash ran 41 miles (he ran 44 miles a few years back). .It's amazing what these front runners accomplish in 6 hours.

I loved running with and seeing some of my trail peeps and possee!
You know who you are.

Also a warm trail welcome to my grade-school play mate & running friend, Kristen S, who brought some of her MVS pals to the woods to play on Mother's Day.

Thanks GAC!

My car trunk —aid station

Spandees: Crazy Spandex Shorts

2010-05-02T11:26:00.004-04:00

Ooh Baby, Baby, It's a Wild World

In search of some colorful compression shorts to re-ignite my spring running and biking season, I gleefully stumbled upon Spandees.

The Burlington, Mass., company was started by Amanda Green, mother of two athletic kids in need of more funKY exercise clothing!

Along with many prints from which to choose, she also has three lengths available:

Volleyball (2.5 inch inseam) for $19.95
Compression shorts (6' inseam) for $19.95
Capri length (26" from the waistband) for $26.95.

I can't wait to run wild in my Spandees.

4 For Our Troops Run/Walk

2010-04-17T14:41:00.009-04:00

How satisfying to be able to jog to the start of a race.

This morning I woke early enough to clear the sleep from my eyes, slip into my trainers and bop over to our town green to check in for the 4 For Our Troops run/walk, which benefited Homes for Our Troops.

"Homes for Our Troops helps adapt existing homes or build specially adapted homes for Servicemen and Women who gave to their country and have returned home with serious disabilities and injuries. " —paraphrased from pamphlet

The event was free of charge but donations were encouraged. I dropped some greenbacks into the can, received a complimentary race t-shirt & goody bag with enough time to run back home drop it off, grab a pair of gloves & a hand-held, before returning to the start with about 10 minutes to retie my sneakers a few times.

The drizzle and 40-degree temperatures did not deter local townspeople, walkers and runners. I was happy to see so many familiar faces in the park to volunteer and participate.

Today's Course

GPS Note: Technically the loop—to be repeated 4+ times—was actually 1.25-miles. I was happy about this, hoping to log more anyway.

Start at the bandstand, head in the direction of the Townsman before turning left, sharply, onto Bartlett Street. Head up Bartlett's gradual incline. From Bartlett turn left onto Morton. There's a sizable hill on Morton, too, runnable and challenging. At the bottom of Morton at the intersection, take another left onto Chestnut Street before heading back into the park for another 3+ laps.

Bikes, Brain Buckets, & Riding Clipless

2010-04-15T20:00:00.128-04:00

I switched over to clipless pedals on my Bianchi Eros Donna and took it out for its first spin since the tune up.

Not to be morbid, but for my first experience without clip/toe cages, I headed to a cemetery to spin around and enjoy the learning process. The new system is a lot easier than I expected and it grants a full cycle of leg push & pull. This will hopefully provide much needed muscular balance.

ANTICIPATION

This word captures clipless.

Being alert, not zoning out, and
expecting the unexpected in various circumstances.

Still...
Cemetery-riding risk rating: low.

Commuter-hour riding risk rating: high.

On my inaugural ride I heard a new sound that was not present before the tune up. So, back to the bike shop. so they culd finish what they started. They'd accidentally left some of their screws loose (pun intended for comic effect) and found that the derailleur chimed against the spokes like a mechanical harpsichord—but only with weight and forward motion.

Buchika's fixed it on the spot and with great customer service. The mechanics are a lot of laughs and didn't flinch when I asked if they had any handlebar tape in HOT PINK leopard. The catalogs came out, we flipped through pages of tape from various suppliers but no such luck. Not giving in too easily to defeat, they uncovered a bin—a time capsule—of 1980's fluorescent plastic handlebar tape (green, pink, etc.) stored along with dusty VHS copies of Breaking Away and American Flyers.

Plastic tape in those colors? I thought about it, considered it seriously, but couldn't do it. It would have felt like installing neon windshield wiper blades on a Jaguar. Versus the stylish, possibly Italian inspired, cork leopard print. That would fit.

Dear Universe,

Please send some leopard print handlebar tape.

I would purr almost as loudly with some zebra tape.

With Affection,

The Trail Pixie

To protect my noggin, I'm considering investing in a new, more comfortable, helmet. Being both playful and practical, my little quandry is that I am drawn to the Nutcase Helmets but think the comfort of an aerodynamic brain bucket might trump a Nutcase.

The Contenders

Can I wear a
watermelon print hemet
with my Bianchi?

Why the fruit salad not!

Perfect Conditions Along The Rivah!

2010-04-10T22:17:00.010-04:00

The Merrimack River Trail Race begins about 6 miles from home so after a leisurely morning, I arrived at 8:15 am to a parking lot buzzing with runner energy. After picking up my number and most excellent 2010 race t-shirt, I paid homage to the clothesline display of Rivah race shirts commemorating the past 18 years! This year marked its 19th running!
With time to spare, I caught up with friends and fellow running gumbas (you know who you are) in the parking lot and was happy to see my colleague Mika and his family make it to the race after an early morning of swimming lessons with their kids. Several GAC runners were already out on the course and got back in time to run another 10 miles for the race. Impressive!

The course conditions cannot be judged by what one experiences at the trail head. Despite chilled hands for the first 2 miles, I warmed up for the rest and had layered wisely. This year there was a head wind heading out AND heading back. There was enough mud to get good and dirty, enough water to get the feet wet and enough breeze to cool off and sun to warm up. This was the best I've seen the course; it was also very well marked. Many thanks to those who posted the flags and set mile markers. Also, no ticks! Yet, I still feel the creepy crawlies when I think about them.

The power lines are stomping, chewing and biting grounds for deer ticks so before the start I slathered some herbal and non-herbal Deet concoctions over my most tasty-to-ticks spots and hoped for the best.
I thought that by the time all the other runners had gone through the power line area, the ticks would have been well-fed by the other runners, I would then pass by just in time for their dessert. YUM.

This was the longest I'd run in over three weeks so I was committed to treat at least the first 2/3 of the 10+ mile race as a training run. The last 1/3 would be tempo. I took walk breaks about every five minutes for one minute, even on the flats, and power-hiked the inclines. This is not the 10-mile race strategy for many, I know. I am nursing a pinched nerve, and am approaching my 2010 running with a more balanced outlook than past years, namely with the addition of a lot more cross training. No apologies. No excuses. My approach at a happy-go-trail-pixie pace.

Along the A.V.I.S. Deer Jump Reservation.

Photo Credit: Steve Wolfe

Today's goal was to begin to ramp up the miles, run (not race) comfortably at conversational pace while maintaining an average of 10:30 minute miles. Despite finishing 6 minutes slower than last year, I felt so much better throughout the run this year. Only in the last mile did I begin to feel the effects of picking up to tempo pace. Goals Met.

Photo Credit: Krissy Kozlosky

The runners & volunteers, Dave Dunham and his crew, & the Chamberas family, all make this race flow smoothly. AND, of course, Steve Peterson, the RD. He is full of positive energy and adds a positive spark to the pre- and post-race festivities. Petey puts the FUN in Fundraising.

Not for Yahoos

In the raffle, I scored a brick of Yoohoo chocolate drink and an IllumiNite reflective crossing-guard smock and can sew this mini bolt of fluorescent yellow fabric into something more runner/rider useful. But then again, I am an art teacher so the smock angle still has studio/street cred.

Butter Bunnies

2010-04-04T16:00:00.032-04:00

My father's family has a tradition of carving a small butter lamb (baranek) for the Easter Sunday dinner table. Short on time, I crafted these butter bunnies instead. Their eyes are pepper corns and their whiskers are rosemary springs.

Skug Discoveries

2010-04-01T22:39:00.003-04:00

How do I know it is spring?

While on a trail run, I ate a small flying insect.

Today the Skug River Trail was swarming with growth and green. I stopped a lot on my run, kneeled in the wet mush, soiled my knees, tuned my camera to macro and started clicking.

Trail Pixie's

Spring Foolin' Photo Journal:

The Moss Woozle, as discovered in its native habitat.

Eggs from an unidentifiable animal.

The tiniest of Bark Breasts.

Frog sublimation.

Class 5 Frog Rapids.

Wild Wet Willies.

Less known as beaver, badger and bear Q-Tips.

Here's my prince enjoying the care-free current:

While some folks try to skirt a flooded trail,

I decided the best approach was

to pass directly through the drink:

Trail Pixie Water-Crossing Wisdom:

Atalanta Athleticwear Explores New Adventures

2010-03-30T20:30:00.002-04:00

"The goddess of travel and adventure, Atalanta was a legend for her athletic prowess, as well as her courage and willingness to stand up for her personal values. Sought after by many, she preferred first to see the world and ran like the wind in an effort to earn this right. "

(Atalanta, Greek marble statue; in the Louvre)

The passage above is from the Atalanta Athleticwear site where I found an exceptional running skirt. Over the last few years I purchased several commitment skirts in different colors. The sizing was always the same between orders & colors; the attention to craft & construction was always impeccable.

After inconsistent orders from runningskirts.com and Skirt Sports, I've determined that Atalanta Athleticwear takes the gold.

In my quest for exceptional running skirts, I did not discover any athletic skirt—with compression shorts beneath—that exceeded the quality & comfort of the commitment garment. The commitment is for women who wish to wave so long to chub rub and hello long- and short-run comfort!

The committment skirt has two outside secure pockets with shorts beneath that don't travel; it's my choice for long runs in both cool and humid weather.

"Does this skirt make my butt look fast?" tm

With sadness I read an e-mail from the owner that she will begin to liquidate her inventory. As she explores opportunities, I hope she finds a way to keep some of our favorites available for the long term.

Thank you, Heather! Thank you, Atalanta!

Heather, of Atalanta Athleticwear, e-mailed her coustomers:

"It is quite difficult for me to say this, but the time has come for atalanta to reach for a different golden apple. As many of you know, atalanta athleticwear is really just me - a one woman show, and was started because I could never find anything that I wanted to run in. This has been great fun, but I still have a regular job. Circumstances in my life no longer allow me to serve as chief marketer, customer service representative, shipping department, product developer, operations manager, saleswoman extraordinaire, webmaster, bookkeeper...

Sincerely,

Heather"

Spring Fells Trail Ultra

2010-03-28T11:09:00.009-04:00

After training run & hike along the Seven Sisters course last weekend, my 8-mile loop around the Skyline Trail in the Middlesex Fells felt "easy" by comparison. Of course, I only leisurely wogged one lap in the Skyline to take photos of the Spring Fells Trail Ultra:

If images above aren't visible:

My Picasa Album

After Bogie D stepped down from directing the Fells Trail Races, as he'd done for several successful years prior, Steve L took over and dropped the 8 mile distance leaving just the ultra distances of 32 or 40 miles. Nothing less.

Capped at 25 pre-registered runners, about 20 "lovers of long distance" showed for the 7 a.m. start. It was 19 degrees and sunny; the trails were ice-free and not muddy.

If video above is not visible:

Ultra Runner navigates Fells Trail

Congrats to all starters, finishers

and everyone in between.

2010 Results.

Spring's Huckleberry

2010-03-20T21:52:00.010-04:00

A bunch of surprises this week led up to this fabulous first day of spring.

Apart from learning of the pinched nerve in my back, which is on the mend, spring is fresh and blooming. To quote a friend, “you just can’t seem to catch a break!”

This seems to be the theme of the last few months but why droop; I am relieved nothing is broken and with any setback —minuscule or mountainous—I’d rather focus on the positive.

Life is becoming a whole lot better.

I l o v e s p r i n g !

First, my grant came through to participate in what I refer to as Summer Art Camp for Adults. While my summer takes shape, it appears I’ll be spending a lot of time in the Green Mountain state between Solar Fest, ANE Workshops, the Vermont 100, and visiting family and friends.

I love VT!

Also, on Friday I met my baby niece Brooke for the first time; she is a peach flower of adorableness! Then, I stopped in REI for new bicycle shoes and also discovered two new gel flavors: Jet Blackberry by GU and Hammer’s Montana Huckleberry.

By Saturday, daylight savings settled into my waking routine and I was up and out to Bradley Palmer to run with some of my T.U.G. peeps, Dan and Rob, for what turned into a fun Mud Fest 4000. Hello, VT 50—2009.

Our meeting spot(s) were flooded out:

Deciding we didn’t want to start our long run by passing through three feet of moving water, we headed to another lot. After a few crazy loops, loopy conversations, and moss-inspired Haikus (I'll keep those to myself), I shoved off after 2:15 hours on the trails. Dan and Rob dove back in to wrestle another 10k.

I visited New England Running Company in Beverly before satisfying my burrito fixation at Rawbert’s Organic Garden with their Guacamole Burrito.

...And what an unexpected surprise to lunch with the Callaghans & company!

If I feel fit in the early morning, I'll head east tomorrow to the Mount Holyoke Range for some training. Hopefully, my jaunt along the 7 Sisters won't be a huckleberry over my persimmon.

Note: This expression refers to something that's just a little bit beyond one’s reach or abilities.

In Just—Spring

2010-03-20T20:34:00.002-04:00

a poem by ee.cummings

[in Just-]

spring

when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old balloonman whistles

far and wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's

spring

and

the

goat-footed

balloonman whistles

far

and

wee

Out of Hibernation

2010-03-04T21:33:00.006-05:00

Spring is my favorite season with fall a close second. But if it isn't going to snow anymore, then I just assume encourage my dafooldils to keep pushing their way through the blanket of mulch and leaves.

A New Englander to the core, I hold out hope for one more snow storm before the end of March. Flowers or snow, I emerge this March from hibernation— from my bear-like "winter lethargy."

My 2010 training has been groggy from the start with about 60 miles in January, along with 10 days of cross-training, rowing, and cross-country skiing.

February looked increasingly promising until I added one little straw that broke this back. Not literally.

In addition to training, I moved a lot of furniture in Dec. & Jan., including one especially large metal flat file that was stacked on top of a solid oak flat file. Wake up call. Bring, bring... Darwin Awards. After a few days rest I started up my usual winter work out, treated myself to very deep tissue message and entered a weekend road race. That was the straw.

After 17 months of running exclusively off-road, I thought it would be fun to run in the Bradford Valentine Run. Good run! Bad timing. My pace was conversational & I felt comfortable throughout. With a mile to go, I thought I might pick up the pace a bit as I felt way, too, comfortable. I love the fast down-hill finish & even kicked it as I tried to pass the lady in the tutu. All's well that ends well. Until later that day when I had some trouble. Ice and Ibuprofen...Then to the doctor's office for strict orders, a diagnosis (back muscle spasm) and some muscle relaxants....

The doctor looked at me and in his Russian accent delivered the news, " No running, no rowing, to biking, no skiing. Nothing below the waist." A pause. A look of concern (me to him). "Emily, because I know you need to do something, I give you these exercises and gentle stretches.... And this prescription."

Alas, I rested for two weeks, which felt like a winter hibernation. On day 15, I decided on a little test run, followed the next day by a sampler at Dan's Fat Ass Birthday Suit Run.

As I attempt to increase my training, please do not stop & ask me for directions nor offer to give me a ride—
no matter how lost you are or how lethargic I appear:

Got snacks...?