tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31894317584040472912024-02-07T09:30:22.582-08:00Gloria KingGloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.comBlogger1378125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-64064034601094049922021-01-04T20:26:00.001-08:002021-01-04T20:26:31.110-08:00Starting Over 2021<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pUjkCVq8xxGOAQBlAQBXRAGYvnLEe5ebxYIqC1fq7qRenmuukiZUj_BWPgMminus8iyYCTDtfOgvwybIUwwIxeiMu3A6csH-qtsWB_BPurxR8WZs72oAoZwJSIaC2I6xm-F2sQDnH1I/s2048/6126C23D-F346-4246-BB9B-4A383BFBF557.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pUjkCVq8xxGOAQBlAQBXRAGYvnLEe5ebxYIqC1fq7qRenmuukiZUj_BWPgMminus8iyYCTDtfOgvwybIUwwIxeiMu3A6csH-qtsWB_BPurxR8WZs72oAoZwJSIaC2I6xm-F2sQDnH1I/w640-h640/6126C23D-F346-4246-BB9B-4A383BFBF557.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: large;">I think it's time to get back to it. What I like to think of as my little piece of online heaven. I have always loved Memory keeping and getting back to my blog feels good. So here we go. One of our family traditions is every New Years day we go on a family hike. We usually go to Cuyamaca State park but this year Cuyamaca got snow. That also means you get lots of people. This is the year I would like to make sure my dad stays healthy and being around a-lot of people does not work. We choose a new trail my friend recently introduced me too and it was beautiful. I think with kids or my kids I am happy to just be able to get her them out walking for a couple hours. I love or I should say double love being outside. Anytime I can share that makes me so happy. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI2eALv5s2piYwFuKAjHXgs0U13LyIMzZqUFJJ-bO50edegSHYPmXva6NRrKC0c9bRZYzSVKWwFDl_wDsAg7EgllnMF6kJvKMisCIu4ToHxC9Fk9pvpqa9ZWDHMhy68Q_l9B1V9I-h1wQ/s2048/D96E8BD0-DED5-4224-8CD2-D5C13CE72725.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI2eALv5s2piYwFuKAjHXgs0U13LyIMzZqUFJJ-bO50edegSHYPmXva6NRrKC0c9bRZYzSVKWwFDl_wDsAg7EgllnMF6kJvKMisCIu4ToHxC9Fk9pvpqa9ZWDHMhy68Q_l9B1V9I-h1wQ/w640-h480/D96E8BD0-DED5-4224-8CD2-D5C13CE72725.heic" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nature always wears the color of the Spirit. I love this quote </span> </div><p></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-14378102319226210232019-06-22T09:06:00.000-07:002019-06-22T09:11:36.849-07:00for the love of pacing <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A huge congrats to all those who showed up and tackled that 100 mile distance. </span>Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-25091449172039901722019-04-10T21:52:00.000-07:002019-04-10T21:52:30.208-07:00Los Angeles Marathon 2019<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I know it has been a while but I am back. I ran the Los Angeles Marathon a couple weeks ago. I have wanted to run it for a while and decided that I would do it this year. My dad and I drove up on Friday and made it there by 4 pm and that gave us about an hour to get my bib. Then we went to dinner and made sure I was sleeping by 9 pm. I took this picture at 4:30 am. I got up but unfortunately I didn't want to wake my dad up so I didn't have coffee. That was not a smart choice. I left the room and made my way to the shuttle. It was cold outside and I walked 3 blocks from the hotel to the bus. It felt like the time I ran the Seattle marathon. When I was walking to the bus there was people coming from all over walking to the same bus so you don't really have to feel afraid to be out at 4am walking the streets of LA.<br />The bus drove us to the marathon and it was a nice bus and everyone was excited and friendly. Once at the start I noticed it was cold and I did not bring a warm enough sweater. I froze for about an hour and then a nice stranger gave me his jacket and I was so cold I took it. The race took of right on time and all 25 thousand people started moving. The first mile was tough but after that I got moving. I was wearing a new pair of shoes and it was a bad choice so my feet hurt for a long time but I was able to run a 4:14. </span></td></tr>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-46453187530451905672018-11-26T07:20:00.000-08:002018-11-26T07:20:16.549-08:00Mount Laguna marathon 2018<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This race seemed like a reach but last year I missed it because I was sick so this year even if I had to hike it I wanted to be a part of it. We started of on time 7am and The running of the 6th Mount Laguna was off. November in Cuyamaca is amazing. Its not to cold but the leaves are changing and its a beautiful. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The best part is seeing everyone out there. Hugging your fiends and hearing all the stories from every ones latest adventure. The race was not hard but I was tired and my legs were tired from Javalina. I found a nice steady pace that worked for me and just stayed at it . I didn't hike to much instead I opted for a steady pace. I think finding a pace and staying at it is a great thing to learn to do well, Slow or fast.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The week before this race, I felt like a mess. I was nervous and excited and had so many vivid dreams about this race. My daughter, Isabella, drove 6 hours to Arizona with me and she was also excited to be able to share this with me. She was my weekend helper. This would be her first big 100 mile experience with her mom. <br />When we got to McDowell Park I was impressed by how well this race was set up. They made dropping off all your stuff really easy. The parking was easy and the showers and bathrooms were all easy to get too and clean.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Race morning went as planned and I was ready. The music was loud and the excitement was all over. I was excited to try for 27 hours. That was my huge goal. That would take 3 hours off my PR and I had done the math and thought maybe I could pull it off. Plan B was 29 hours. That would still be a PR and so those where the numbers flying around in my head. Robert convinced me to start with the first group. I was nervous I wouldn't be able to keep up. Robert said to just do it and I did and it was great. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.800000190734863px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The race start felt awesome. There was music the Race Director was our DJ. She did a great job getting everyone excited. It was a very different race start and I really enjoyed the whole thing. Runners dressed in costumes and techno was playing. I think it is the coolest race start I have been a part of. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.800000190734863px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The race started and I felt great. A couple things I have been working on for this race. I started using carbo-pro for all my runs. I also have been cross training consistently. I felt great I told myself that when I finished the second loop I could listen to my music and I made new play list with Elton John and Kanye. I don't know why, but these songs worked for me.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The first 3 loops I ran with Robert. To my surprise I was able to keep up with him. I just kept a steady pace and we didn't talk we just did our thing. Slow and consistent. I kept waiting for the shit to hit to fan right?? I was thinking Omg why do I feel so good and should I slow down. I kept checking in with myself and everything was fine. Yes my feet where sore and my arms where tired but I felt great for 60 something miles. I ran the first 50 miles in 12 hours. I was doing the math and at mile 70 If I just kept it together I could have had a sub 23 hour 100 mile race!! Lets just say never ever ever would I even think I could do that. Why ?? All my 4 other 100's I have been really close to 30 and between 30 and 31. I know you do not do math while you run so even </span><span style="font-size: large;">though I was doing the math my main focus was finishing and I think the numbers thing was a great way to pass the time. I felt so good at one point I had Rocket man playing the sun was setting my heart was bursting with gratitude . Big thoughts I had I am so grateful that I am healthy enough to run 100 miles fallowed by I miss my sister. Then I always go back to how amazing are my fiends and daughter sitting there and waiting with open hearts to help me. A good crew is priceless. I always think about how lucky I am to have good people .. Then I check in with myself. I do a full body scan. I always find something that hurts but pain during an ultra is always changing so when my feet felt so sore I just remind myself that in 10 minutes that will change..so just hang in there.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The night came and before I knew it..my wheels feel off. ( I was doing so well) I started feeling sick and cold. I was tired and the GU would not stay down. I was dehydrated from only drinking carbo pro and no water. ( what was I thinking) That was the problem and consequently my diagnosing skills where left at mile 60. The next lap I lost a ton of time but I also knew that my friend Colleen was here to pace me. I also knew that everything I was feeling my friends where feeling too. Hey G your not alone in this suffering, this is not easy for anyone so just keep fighting and sooner or later you will finish. Any hope of sub 24 were put down to rest and now it was about keeping my shit together. If you ask my pacer I failed at that too. I am really so grateful for Colleen she took care of me when I was barfing and freezing and at my worst. Thank you Colleen and thank God for good girl friends that are patient and strong.<br />The sun came out and something in me woke up. Then we ran the last 3 miles in. Ran ran not jogged but 3 miles running.</span></td></tr>
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Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-17978121347445746802018-10-13T07:49:00.000-07:002018-10-13T07:49:09.074-07:00I agree<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-7506262735002921582018-10-13T07:44:00.002-07:002018-10-13T07:44:59.875-07:00The Beer Half Marathon<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was a half marathon 6 miles for my house a could weeks ago. You know when you find out there is a race really close to you. You have to go . I wa also able to talk my husband into running the 10k. The race was the beer half marathon. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The race was actually really challenging . I ran 20 the day before and I just thought this would be easy but it was really hilly and there was trails and lots of street running. I really had fun and had a better second half than first. I was able to catch a couple of my friends and we all ran in with in a mile of each other. Mike got 7th over all for the 10k . I was excited for him and I ran a 1:49 . </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I ended up with first in my age group . I think this was a first for me. I had a blast and it was a perfect Sunday. </span></td></tr>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-76460008479464797752018-09-29T20:54:00.000-07:002018-09-29T20:54:47.082-07:00Noble Canyon 50k race review <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Early this Saturday morning I stood in a crowd of excited runners in a parking lot surrounded by beautiful mountains. We had perfect weather. It was not to cold and not warm at all. I also love when you can park a couple hundred feet from the start of the race. There was plenty of parking and lots of bathrooms and it was just easy. I made my way to the registration and got my bib #121.<br />In 2012 I ran this race for the first time it was my first 50k and I remember I was so excited. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The race started right on time and the course was so well marked. I never really got nervous about making a wrong turn because every where I ran I saw a ribbon. The first 8 miles are challenging. I was told this so I just put my head down and kept moving. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.800000190734863px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Preparing is the way to go. The race was a blast and the races in San Diego have the best volutes and that leads to amazing aid stations .. You need it they have it. You might even know you need it but guess what they do. I think this is an awesome 50K and if you have not run it you should. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.800000190734863px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">So with the help of the Trail Crasher and making sure we train I made it to the finish line with a huge smile. Lets be honest I threw up at the finish line but thats because I pushed the last 3 miles . I love the feeling of leaving it all out there. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.800000190734863px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yup, I kissed the rat. 7 hours 11 minutes </span></td></tr>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-70571789916543570322018-09-07T17:19:00.002-07:002018-09-07T17:19:26.682-07:00Mt.Baldy and a bad stomach<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This Labor Day was really special. My friend Becca got the ball rolling she signed up for The Mt. Baldy run so as a good friend a bunch of us decided to join her. The more the merrier right ? My husband Jack and I drove up the night before to Ontario and got a hotel room. This way it would just make life easier.<br />First I need to start with this on Sunday morning we went out to eat at this place I really like but this Sunday It didn't like me. I don't ever get stomach stuff but what ever I ate hurt so much. I had the worst cramps and just so much pain. I felt horrible but I was hoping it would go away and it didn't.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This race starts at 6000 feet and finishes on the summit of the third highest mountain in California- Mt Baldy 10,064 feet. That's 4000 feet of gain in 7 miles. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">the views where spectacular and I think thats why we do it . To be out in a beautiful place and push yourself in nature. Oh yeah and there is always the fact that your favorite runners are there with you.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I felt horrible for most of the run /hike my stomach was hurting me so I totally slowed my friends down but there was not much else I could do I just moved slowly and we made it ..</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The race had a lot of single track and the drops where awesome. I loved it but I really want to go back next year and see how I do with out pain. It was hard and fun but so so pretty.</span></td></tr>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-81327030819372507082018-09-04T21:55:00.001-07:002018-09-04T21:55:14.257-07:00The AFC Half marathon <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was not going to run the AFC half marathon my son was going to run it this year and I was so excited for him. He did all the training but unfortunately he was not able to go and this year it just was not in the cards for him. I ran in his place and I do love the race. I have ran this race with my dad 5 times and with my husbands twice and alone 3 times. This was my 10th AfC. How fun right ??</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">During the race I saw a couple of friends and Juliann ran a couple miles with me . That was so much fun we talked and hung out and ran. I wanted to run it under 2 hours because I just think that's a good time . I was getting close to the finish and my dad jumped in and ran half mile with me and I got in at 1:58. That's perfect </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">My super sweet people . My dad came to see my son run but instead he got me and Juliann ran a couple miles with me and other friends but it was nice to get to see her. It was a great Sunday and I do love this race. Getting up at 4 am maybe nit so much but after the race is over all the inconveniences are so worth it.</span></td></tr>
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Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-84416251852784447422018-08-08T05:33:00.001-07:002018-08-08T05:34:42.762-07:00A couple new summer races<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I feel like sometimes for me after running 100 miles I am done for a while. I feel like I got kicked of a horse and getting back on seems like a lot of work. I guess the way to get back on and train with purpose is to find a race and sign up. </span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I signed up for another 100 miler in October. My biggest reason was because I get to spend time with my friends and it looks like a fun race and one I would not try alone. The <a href="https://aravaiparunning.com/network/javelinajundred/" target="_blank">Javalina 100 miler in Arizona.</a> I am worried about the heat but my thoughts are if I just manage myself and keep ice on myself I should be okay.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Then while going Ultra sign up I saw run to the top of <a href="http://run2top.wpengine.com/" target="_blank">Mt. Baldy 7 miler</a>. I have always wanted to try this one I signed up last year but was unable to attend so this year I hope to be there.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I almost forgot Noble Canyon Sept 22nd. I love this because it hard and hot but the perfect distance 31 miles and its local. </span></li>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-26102449741634584102018-07-22T22:10:00.004-07:002018-07-22T22:10:52.927-07:00Summer check in<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;">This last I went on vacation with my family. The whole family and I know when I am with them I am right where I am supposed to be. Its an easy time. 20 people and we all get along . Everyone is really good about compromising too. It was so pretty and warm and all those tings you just love about Mexico. I just love the feeling of being away on a beach get away. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Everything was going really nicely until I got this bad pain in my mouth. I had an implant put in and it was infected. I had told my dentist several times that it felt wrong but he did not listen so while in Mexico it got real. I went to pharmacy and got medication not pain medication because I am not big on taking stuff for pain but I did get medication for the infection. <br />I got back Sunday and Wednesday morning I had to have surgery in the hospital to clean out the infection. It was brutal and one of those holy crap this hurts surgeries. Its now Sunday and I do feel so much better . I cant smile yet and I have to eat soft food due to all the stitches in my mouth but I can feel my body is healing. I have not really ran for almost 12 days either.. (aaarrgghhhh)<br />This makes me very anxious and I am hoping that by Tuesday I can go for a 10 mile run. It is crazy how much more in balance with my body and mind I feel when I run and move. This year has been full of doctor stuff and I am hoping this will be last of it for a while. I would like to get back to my running life instead of eating and sitting around life. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is from our vacation. All the girls doing girl things.<br />Shopping please :). How is your summer so far ?? Any Plans</span></td></tr>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-43475760462619500002018-06-29T21:46:00.002-07:002018-06-29T21:46:15.577-07:00My friend ran Western<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was lucky enough to be able to attend Western states last week. My girl friend Julianne got in and she asked me to pace her for a 20 mile leg. My friend Ricky also got in so I got to hang out with a bunch of the Trail Crashers in Auburn. It was an exciting time . I love watching the race it is so much easier than running the race. It was another hot day in Auburn and the race course its just hard. Those canyons are a killer. I stayed with Julianne and her family and at 5 am we where at the starting line. My girl friend seemed calm and I never had any doubt she would finish. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This was my first time crewing from beginning to end and I was worried the entire time. You get worried you won't get to the aid station on time. You get worried about your runner, Your worried there eating or that you brought everything they might need every time see them. I never stopped being worried and that was a different kind of stress. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Robert paced her the last 20 and it was awesome to be a part of her succesful Western States.</span></td></tr>
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Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-46630097952513095312018-06-14T08:49:00.001-07:002018-06-17T22:39:00.472-07:00My San Diego 100 mile race report <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had planned on running this race last year but life had other plans. Fast-forward to 2018 and I found myself at the runners briefing last Thursday with butterflies in my tummy and so much excitement. One of the best parts about signing up for a 100 mile race is the journey you take to get there. I find that, for me, in order to have a shot at completing a 100 mile race it's the journey that teaches me all about my destination. Unless I show up for almost every training run and put all my miles in my chances of holding a buckle are slim. When you have a running group like ours that is easy. Becca tells us where we are meeting and what time to be there so all that is needed is to show up and run.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love the journey. I choose to train with the Trail Crashers. I spent hours and hours training with them and so many of us signed up for the San Diego 100 miler. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The race started at 6 am. I went and took my place near the back of the conga line as the race started. I like starting near the back because for me slow and steady is the way it is going to go. I loved catching up with old friends like Chipping Fu . Last time we saw each other was on the trails at Western States where we finished with a seven second difference .<br />Now here we where at mile 1 of the San Diego 100 catching up. That felt really cool. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I could feel it was going to be a warm day really early on. It was more of a feeling of 'take it easy G its gonna get warm and stay that way all day so take it easy'. Just feel this one out as you go. When the weather is like it is in a-lot of San Diego races hot and dry you really need to learn to listen to your body and keep checking in with yourself. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">My plan was to eat as much as I could . I made some really dense bars and cut them into small pieces and just had maybe one an hour. I also made rice but I put a couple spoons of it in a baggie w gee butter the night before and crushed some bacon bits and mixed it up and had a baggie of the every other hour. Then I had a chia gel every hour, I had lemon Skratch in my pack half of what they tell you to drink for the first 40 miles and then just water the gel and the food and pure water. I usually throw up at least once during a long race so I am trying to figure out how to help my tummy not hurt. This race I felt full most of the time but I still threw up about 6 times. I do feel way better after and I kinda feel like I can start over.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love this picture because this tree has so many memories for me. We have had lots of training runs and all Trail Crashers stop and hang out under that tree. This tree is also the part of Lost Boys course that tells me I only have 23 miles left. The Cuyamacas are magical and will kick your ass if you do not prepare. One the bright side nothing like getting your ass kicked on a beautiful mountain right ?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I get to see so many friends and I made new ones too. The race was hard and hot and meeting people out here is fun because there is no time for bullshit. It's more 'hi how are you'?? The person replies, 'I feel like shit'. You try and help them and talk for a bit and become friends. I love the fun personalities I get to hang out with. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I just took it easy and ran at my pace. Slow and steady. I was extra careful on the super technical parts because my feet are always what hurts the most. The views did not disappoint either. On my way to meadows was all kinda crazy. I got to run with my new friend Alex and his friend Ben that was fun because they're great storytellers. I started seeing people just sitting down and I thought it was kind of early for that but it was hot and not everyone had a pack. Going into Noble canyon was hot and I had lots of water and decided it would be smart to carry an extra bottle just in case. I am so glad I did there where so many guys who had ran out of water who were seriously hurting. I gave two of them some water and convinced one of the to just start walking with me back to the aid station and once we got there it was way better the aid station crew took care of him. I also got to run a little bit with my friend Spring and that was great too. The canyon consisted of me telling myself every single reason I could think of that it would be okay to stop here. This works for because I give myself time during these races to mope. Then when I can't come up with any reasons I mentally tell myself Ok G. You're done now let's keep going. I had so much to look forward too. My husband was driving my pacers and crew so I would get to see him for maybe 4 min and Julianne was going to pace me for the next 20 miles. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here we are. I was tired but coming into the aid stations at this race is just awesome. Everyone wants you to succeed. I had Nartaya waiting for me with my night time clothes, chicken soup and my light. My husband and his friend Doug with words of encouragement. Nartaya told me when she would see me next and that it would fine and Cinda told me I will pace you after Julianne. Having new goals of seeing my crew again and running with Julianne gave me a great boost. When we left the aid station I was doing okay for about 6 miles after that I felt like my body hit a wall. It was like a huge woosh feeling of its time for bed G. Poor Julianne went from jogging to walking and I couldn't seem to wake up. Then it hit me all the gels I was eating do not have caffeine! I forgot I had a plan no caffeine until the evening. So<br />I found them and took one and started jogging then Julianne got me down to Cubbits and there I picked up Cinda.<br />When I got down there I saw Phillip and he was hurting and I saw Mark Daniels pacer . He told me Daniel was in an ambulance so I was worried about him but I also knew there was no way that they would let anything happen to him. He was in good hands. Nartaya gave me some soup. I think I did something with my shoes and I put on a jacket. I was feeling to comfortable at this station and there was so many people that had dropped and I was just thinking about the fact that they didn't have to run anymore and that made me want to get out of there faster because not running sounded good but it was not an option. I got the coolest new light too. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> for the night time. This thing is as bright as the UFO light in ET.<br />It was so great I took my headlight off . I forgot to tell you I had a toothache going into this race and it was messing with my head so not having a headlamp helped enough that I could deal with it. Cinda was a great pacer we didn't really know each other but by the time we were done we bonded. Man I have so much respect for her. At one point, she fell so hard her head bounced and, yes, she landed on her eyebrow...on a rock! A big Rock. There was a ton of blood and I felt so bad I can't imagine how much her head hurt because of course she never once complained and ended up running 25 more miles with me this way. In her words we are on a mission and it's the finish line so let's go. I never gave up and I knew it was hard but I always think to myself when I feel like shit. Yes it's hard but I am doing hard just keep doing hard. Bad English an all. It is also comforting to know I am not the only one feeling like this. All the runners / survivors still out here where suffering too. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We ended up running the last 9 miles with Louka and Cinda and what a treat that was. We ran the last mile in and I just wish I would of had the real energy to tell everyone how freaking grateful I felt. I was so tired I didn't even take pictures. The race is put on by such a good runners ( Scott and Angie S) legends people that really want you to succeed. The volunteers are amazing and I mean that. One volunteer, Guillermo, held my face when I felt like shit and looked me in the eye and told me: 'You can do this you just need to patient with yourself ride out this shitty place your in and keep moving'. Be patient it's a 100 miles. I know you can be patient. That stayed with me the whole time. If it's one thing I have, it's patience. ( I have 4 kids and they teach me to be patient everyday) I was so glad to be done. Cinda was too. I have a whole new appreciation for the length of one mile. One mile is a long way when your tired. I was hungry ,thirsty dirty chafed but so freaking happy to have finished. When your a back of the pack kind of gal and you know your going to be out there 30 hours but of course you hope that by some kind of magic you might do 29 hours you mentally have to get ready to just hurt but when you cross that finish line its like a magic wand just blessed you with this feeling of YES that was all worth it. Yes that was all worth it....</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Getting my ass to the finish line was a group effort. Starting with the Trail Crashers sending out the emails telling us where we needed to be every Saturday. To following the training plan Robert gave me. Eating healthier and having amazing crew and pacers. I feel like just showing up and towing the line takes guts. Lots of us didn't make it to the finish line at this race but as corny as this sounds we really are all winners. We have our health and we found something that we are passionate about. That's huge.<br />I am so happy I was able to grit it out and yes that is a lovely buckle right ?? Thank you to all my people that helped me during this journey to complete this hard ass race. Sneaky hard is what it is. </span></td></tr>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-7285753100589624462018-05-28T22:11:00.000-07:002018-05-28T22:12:18.695-07:00Sunset run on the PCT<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This Saturday instead of running in the day we ran front sunset to 10 pm. It turned out to be a magnificent sunset. One that I got to share with my friends. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is amazing right ? The sky was blue and yellow and crazy windy so the clouds kept floating by us. It was a great idea to get out there at night so we could try our night gear. I was freezing so I need to rethink warm clothes situation. That is why its good to plan.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The light was amazing. We ran about 14 miles and climbed 6000 feet I think . I called out for hiking so I ended up running at night witch sometimes I get scared to do but once I took of it felt fine.</span></td></tr>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-10550423715778091502018-05-26T07:03:00.000-07:002018-05-26T07:03:54.102-07:00Pacing on the PCT<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The PCT 50 was two weeks ago today and a bunch of my friends where running it. Its 25 miles up the PCT starting near campo and then 25 rolling kinda down. My plan was to volunteer but instead I ended up pacing my friend. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We arrived really early. Runners love the early morning thing. I still have a hard time with it. My runner had to run 25 miles up hill before I could pace her so since we had time to spare a couple of my fellow Trail Crashers and I went for a short 8 mile run. We ran through the meadows and it was lovely. Then I just hung out watching all the front runners come in and out.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">It is always exciting to See the people in charge specially because I never get to see them run. If the race is an out an back I do but being a spectator is like having a front row ticket to your favorite show. (to me) </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">My runner came in and off we went . I have not paced much so I was excited to be able to help a friend out and keep her company. I had a great time. My friend never complained she just kept going and talking bout stuff.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It has been really awesome watching my friend take on such hard races train her butt of and finish strong. Today was no different . </span></td></tr>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-7051967252075303292018-05-21T21:48:00.001-07:002018-05-21T21:48:19.270-07:00Birthday Post<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The whole birthday situation always throws me for a loop.<br />One of the reasons is because it reminds how fast my time flies. My kids will be 23,17,15 and 5 WTHeck<br />This past year has been an easy one. I love easy I have learned a couple things . I really want to be a better listener so I am consistently working on that. I also discovered I love reading. I have read more books in this past year than I have my whole life. This reading thing is amazing. I like different kinds of books I love good mysteries and girly books that are just easy fun reading. I also love biographies. I also discovered audible and when I run I can listen to books too..<br />Ahh my love for running has not diminished at all. I freaking love it and I hope I can do it forever. I never thought ever that I would love a sport like this. Running has sparked something in me I had no clue I needed . It has helped me cultivate inner strength and I am so much healthier too. I love knowing I can run forever and I love that in running ultras I can be slow or fast as long as I keep moving its perfect. I feel like I have a whole new family with my friend I run with. I love it !!<br />This year has also included grieving for Chris. I didn't know you could miss your x husband this much. I cant begin to explain how hard it has been for all of us and I cant speak for my kids but man I cant get over it. I never expected Chris not to be here or to killed the way he was. My heart aches for what he must have gone through when he passed. My heart aches for everything he is missing. I know and have felt this whole passed year that he needs to be here to see his kids going to prom and tennis games. You cant ever fill the space of someone who was taken to soon. I visit him a couple times a week and it just sucks.<br />I am living my best life and my husband is really a good man. He loves our family and he is so good to my kids and what more can I ask for. My kids always come first.<br />My greatest teachers I figured out this year are my kids. I am listening more and having date nights with them. I am really looking and watching and its awesome to watch someone you adore grow up right before your eyes.<br />I have to say this birthday was one for the books. It was all I could ask for. I saw my mom and sister and aunts. Had lunch with my dad and dinner with the family. I know I am right where I am supposed to be. I feel it and my focus is to continue to focus on the positive and keep growing in my faith and in life.</span></td></tr>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-33762909076907936742018-05-07T08:32:00.003-07:002018-05-07T08:32:49.530-07:00Trying Training never stop moving<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I kinda felt like a baby throwing a temper tantrum inside of me. I just wanted to sleep in and stay home but the idea of knowing I might be able to shift the way I was feeling by just getting up and getting out was to good to pass up. I asked my friend if he wanted to ride up with me to the mountains. This way it helped me feel accountable and my sweet friend told me I kind of felt that you needed me to come in order for you to be able to show up. Even though he ran 20 miles the day before he made the trip for me and ran another 20.<br />I am glad I went and yes something shifted inside of me. Even though I run a-lot the thought of a 20 something mile run in the mountains sometimes feels impossible. You know this whole being vulnerable movement and asking for help thing works. The run really helped and after 5 miles I was thanking my friend for telling me yes I will go with you. </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some smiles are harder to come by than others. Life is about doing trying, experiencing the whole thing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So heres to not giving up with out a fight or a long ass run. Hoping you have a magical week.</span></div>
Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-17045410661568689052018-05-05T22:01:00.003-07:002018-05-05T22:04:43.245-07:00What Slump<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The what of what slumps ? I love . Let me say it differently I adore the happiness-magical-glitter that seems to surround me on most of my runs. I really do have a passionate affair with that feeling that comes with moving my body consistently in a running motion. My arms love the way the air feels and my legs love the stride. It really is something I love to do...<br />I have noticed that sometimes that feeling gets zapped completely out of me . Its not a little zap. Its a complete oh my gosh where did my love for running go ? Then my minds tells me all these things I dont want to hear and before you know it I feel like I am going down that tunnel of insecurity and I feel like a loser.<br />I am in that place right now but I refuse to just sit with this feeling with out trying my hardest to get my glitter back. I do have this HUGE race coming up SD100 in less than a month.<br />So even though today I totally cut my run short by 15 miles and the last thing I feel like doing is getting my butt out of bed on Sunday morning at 4am to I can be in the mountains by 6:30.<br />I am going to do what I don't feel like doing . I am going to listen to all those positive self help sayings and I am going to show up and fake it. Will it benefit my mood ? Will it benefit how I feel ?<br />I have no idea but I have to try because I hate feeling like crap. So here is to not giving up with out a fight.</span></td></tr>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-65132235342602272902018-05-03T17:29:00.001-07:002018-05-04T07:07:37.668-07:00Goodbye Lost Boys 50 miler <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The bus picked us up at 3:30 am from Lake Cuyamca. They drove us down a crazy road for about 30 minutes and I was so excited for the bus trip to end because it made me feel a little bit sick. I have never been a fan of sitting in the back seat on windy roads.<br />To my left on the bus was guy named Alex and beside me is Julianne. (my ultra girl crush) I had never met Alex before and little did I know that by the end of the day he and I would become good friends. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">As soon as we got out of the bus there was that buzz in the air. The weather was perfect just a little cold and not too windy. I saw a bunch of my friends and some new people too. There was 40 runners. I love this part of race morning. I stop close my eyes and just take in that feeling. You're nervous and excited and you know this day is going to be an adventure. There was about 5 Trail Crashers and that for me is the same as having 5 family members along for the same ride as me. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This was how dark it was when we started. We started running and about a half a mile in someone says Gloria where is your head lamp and I said oh I don't need one the sun will be up soon and, before you know it, I fell on my knees. Then I said OK peeps that was my fall for the day!! No mas</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The desert was beautiful it's stunning watching the sun come out over the rocks in the early morning. It is truly magical. I knew by mile 5 today was going to be really long day. My legs felt heavy and I just was not finding that happy place. I decided to just take it easy and just keep moving. I kept reminding myself how lucky I was just be there. I knew it would be a long day but I was surrounded by beauty and awesome humans. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was able to spend some time with my friend Colleen. I love hanging out with friend and running with them for miles in crazy awesome places it makes our friendship so special just knowing you had that time together. We helped each other up the crazy climbs and just kept making our way forward. This is a hard race so the trick is to keep eating and drinking and moving. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Going up Orriflame was brutal, but I found a couple friends and we all struggled up together. It was hot and the headwinds did not help either. We saw this rattlesnake crossing the road . It was so much bigger in person. I finally ended up run walking with a new friend and I got to hear all his stories. We did the ultra shuffle and picked up two more friends along the way and eventually made our way to the top. You do the happy dance at the top of Orriflame. I always feel like when you get up there you should get a half medal or something. Lets see by this time a couple friends had gotten lost but found there way back. Other friends where throwing up. I was tired and a bit slow and my body just felt off . I know thats those are the times you need to just keep moving and specially when your running and climbing a race like Lost Boys. The key keep moving don't get discouraged and yes its hard but if it was easy everyone would do it. My mantra for this race was just because I feel something does not make it true. Sometimes specially out here feelings need to be put aside and you just need to keep moving. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Things that made me happy on this race while struggling to make 50 miles happen on the crazy rocky course. Seeing Gemma along the way and knowing that even though yes she got lost she felt a bit discouraged she has what it takes to just crush it and she did. She got first place female. Then seeing Ilian along the way and just watching her help so many people. If your running by her and you need anything she probably has it. Oh yeah I started throwing up for bit and when I was feeling just yuck I Phillip and Daniel and we all decided that running together would be so great for us. At this point we felt done but that was not an option yet. So we made it a 3 person ultra shuffle support group and with about 14 miles to go and Cuymaca Peak in our future we made our way together and got it done. In the last 10 miles Alex our new friend joined us and once again it was story time. He had so much to tell me the time flew by. That lake cuymaca finish was so hard. All those rocks my feet hated me but Alex and I crossed that finish line together.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">It took me over 13 hours to finish and it was honestly so so hard. I never felt good or found my happy place. I just kept moving forward and made my way to the finish line. I love this race and I am sad its the Last Lost boys. I did get to run it 3 times so I feel very lucky and I can't say enough about the Ultra community and the volunteers. The race was amazing and Brian Gonzales puts on a class A event. ( I never got lost ) If you know me you understand the event was very well marked. One of the biggest reasons I love this race is because this was that race for me. The one that really scared that I thought I could never finish . Are you crazy G. Have you seen the elevation on this thing and its so technical but I closed my eyes the first time I pressed pay on Ultra Signup and hoped for the best. Like my dad always tells me Princes showing up is half the battle. This race taught me. G you can do hard things.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear past self, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you for pushing me through my fears. Running is really hard like I thought it would be, but I fell in love anyway. I do not want to ruin your story but I promise you if you stick with it, it will change your life.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">P.S. the people you meet along the way will be in your heart forever</span>Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-45655062144319414352018-04-26T22:22:00.000-07:002018-04-26T22:22:29.421-07:00Its almost that time. LOST BOYS <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here we go again. I am excited and nervous about Saturday's race. I think it might be the last Lost Boys 50k and 50 miler. This will be my 3rd year running it. The course is insanely beautiful. I am going to try and take pictures this year. I love this race for several reasons. This truly feels like an adventure run to me.<br />First you get picked up at 3:30 am and you get a bus drive down to the bottom of the Anza Borego Desert. There they proceed to drop you off and at 5am you start running.<br />There are two distances this year 50k and 50 miler. I will be running the 50 miler and I my bib is number 40 this year. Last year I was 39. You run about 25 miles up the desert and then when you get to the mountains you run another 25 to the finish line !! <br />50 mile baby !!!!! I love hate this distance because its a butt kicker.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">So here is what I would like to do this weekend. See my time from last year 11:37 ..I want to beat that time by 15 minutes. I remember thinking last year that there was no way I could go any faster and I have worked so much harder this year on my running that I think unless something goes wrong I can do 11:15. That's right you heard it here first. I don't care what place I come in what I want is to do better than I did last year. I am racing myself peeps. <br />I am also excited to see how my nutrition goes . I need to eat solid food out there. So wish me luck and I hope you have an awesome weekend.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This weekend was all about running and more running with <br />San Diego 100 so close by I am just trying to stay consistant with my milage and with my work outs. Showing up to all our Saturday runs in key at this point and coming up with a long run on Sunday too.. I think that is even more important. Its those back to back long runs on tired legs that get you ready. This Saturday we went to Black Mountain in or near Poway and the plan was to run 26 but we ended up with 25. something. Its a hard run because it has lots of hills and there super rocky !! Welcome to San Diego trails </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I really do love making new friends that share the same love as I do. You would think it would be hard to find other females that love to run these long distances but its not !! Each one inspires me to keep working hard . Just like this girl she is go getter and I love that. We will be sharing the trails at SD 100. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love having all sorts of coversations and sharing the mountains for hours at a time. Here is our Saturday group.<br />When you get the text that says group run 26 miles you kinda cringe and then think..that is such a long way to run. It is a long way right ?? but now I just let the number be and like with so many things in life I know that I just have to show up and the rest will fallow.<br />Sometimes when I have been out there for to long I have these crazy ideas and then I say them out loud and next thing you know. It is the day after your 25 mile run and I find myself at 5 am running to a run a half marathon. The craziest part is a couple of my friends joined me. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I woke up Sunday morning after getting crappy sleep. I say that because I woke up every hour afraid I was going to be late or that I would over sleep. I set my alarm but sometimes things happen. I got up at 4am and once I finally woke up got some coffee I got really excited. The plan was to meet about 6 miles away from the La Jolla half and run to the race. I loved getting there when it was still dark and hearing the ocean. I felt safe because I had two friends with me and it was that kind of morning weather that let you know it was going to be a hot day. We ran to the race and made it with 30 minutes to spare so we hung out and then we all ran the race separately. I like the run your own race thing. I have to say the more I run the more I like those just me miles. The race went really well. I ran a 1:54 . That is really good for me. I think about all the miles I put in the day before and I feel more secure about my training for San Diego 100. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;">The weather started out in the 50s. It was windy so it felt colder. Most runners had on there long sleeve shirts and jackets gloves and buffs. It's the mountains, so you just never know.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gemma took this picture. (thank you) I was so happy to be done. I was done with the climb and ready to just sit. On this run, I listened to the Gypsy Kings and just sang my way to the end, feeling so good. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We all ran and this is our Trail Crasher finisher picture. These are truly happy runner smiles. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">How crazy is this? I got 3rd female!!!! I got my medal which fits into The Old West medal like a sweet little puzzle piece.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">It was an awesome day and I love being there with my friends in the mountains running.<br />This race was well put on the shirts are really nice and the aid stations had great volunteers. You park right where you start and finish and there are good bathrooms ...Everything you need to run an ultra..</span></td></tr>
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<br />Gloria Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01133264507743725859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189431758404047291.post-46824675994053861722018-03-19T23:38:00.001-07:002018-03-19T23:38:55.847-07:00Ultramaraton Baja Trail<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This last weekend March 17th I ran this race. In Tijuana Baja Calif. In Mexico. I just want to start by saying I was really nervous about this one . I had at least 4 people tell me how hard this race was going to be so I knew it was going to be a challenge but a new challenge is always welcome.<br /> The day started really early , I was up at 2 am and a friend picked me up on his way down to the border at 2:30am. The bus was scheduled to pick us up at 4:30. You would think we would have enough time to get everything done but we barely made it to the bus and then finding the bus was its own adventure.. By the time it found us we had walked 4 miles.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The race had 3 distances. My friend Louka ran the 80k and started at 6 am . The rest of our group Kylee, Scott, Janell, Maria started at 6:30 we ran the 50k. So there we all are standing in the cold rain excited and ready to go. We all counted in Spanish and off we went. You start in a single conga line going up hill and make your way up a mountain. Then there was another and another. My friends did not lie to me this was a hard race but lets be honest whats the one thing that makes a hard race not so hard.....Perfect Weather<br />How can you complain when it is 60 degrees with a light mist. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The views went on forever.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is at the top of El Capitan. Getting up here was an adventure..</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seeing so many familiar face of friends I admire and call friends made the miles and hard work go by quickly. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Another familiar happy face coming my way..</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">and another. Sometimes you run races and you know there are people you just admire and look up to because there so strong and have been killing it in this sport forever. There also so nice and wise and then You feel lucky just to able to share the trail with them. Even if your way behind them it is still special.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I loved the race and I didn't mind the climbs. You know how sometimes your just feeling it. I got lucky because this week I feel good and I went out at my pace and just ran my race and finished around 8:20 something. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I really loved how the entire day unfolded. It was such great course and the rain all of it made it a special day.<br />I want to mention a couple things.. The course was so well marked. They did a great job marking it. The aid station and the volunteers so kind. They gave me hugs and food and so much encouragement . If you get chance to run the Baja Trail Maraton Just do it.<br />Be the girl who decided to go for it !!! That's it.... Happy running </span></td></tr>
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