It’s been such a mighty long time.

 Yep, it’s been awhile.

I’ve quit running…….hmm, about 5 or 6 times in the last 4 years. About a month or two ago I quit running for good. I made up my mind. I can just walk and ride my bike. I found how much I enjoy riding my road bike. I can go faster and further! All was going well. I’d put on a 15 pound ruck sack and head out the door to walk the hills in my neighborhood a couple of days a week and throw in a couple of bike rides. It was just fine with me. Then on one morning walk in the pre dawn hours there were two runners in the neighborhood. As I was passed by the second one, I waved hi and saw it was my friend Hilda from up the street. It was dark and she didn’t recognize me right away but as soon as she did she yelled Hi! right back at me. I quickly turned and ran along with her. I had to hear about her recent Camino de Santiago adventure. 

Last May Hilda told me about her plans to hike a portion of the Camino de Santiago starting from Portugal. The Camino de Santiago is a network of pilgrimage routes to the tomb of the Apostle St. James in northwestern Spain. As we ran she told me all about her adventure on the route and her travels through Portugal, Spain and France. Well, before I knew it we reached the 2 mile mark. It was time to turn around and run back to our neighborhood. I was running! The pace was easy and enjoyable.  We turned off the road and back to our neighborhood and I bid Hilda farewell as we parted ways. We had run 4 miles! Good thing I didn’t wear the ruck sack this morning. I truly enjoyed the run! Why had I quit running?  

So many times I struggled with getting comfortable on a run. I was beat, exhausted, frustrated after a run. It took too long to recover. Again and again I questioned why I continued to run. I’m old, I said to myself. I’m worn out. I’m a broken runner. Turns out I was losing the runner I once was and I couldn’t let go. I kept looking at my watch on my runs. Kept checking my pace. Yes, I’m getting slower but not by that much, I thought. It was hard to accept. Recently I read something about how people who live their lives according to a clock are not as happy as those who do not adhere to a strict schedule. Yes, there are appointments and commitments to be kept but our free time should be free of time constraints. Running with Hilda at her comfortable pace made me realize running can be fun again if I just run free. Something I always knew but failed to practice. I’m not the runner I once was. And never will be. But I can be the runner I am today, and maybe I can be a runner tomorrow.

I ran again two days after that. And two days after that! Yesterday I returned to the trails at Friedrich park, one of the local favorite nature parks in my area and I loved it. Tomorrow I’ll be running at Government Canyon State natural area. I have the route mapped out in my mind, Joe Johnston trail to wildcat canyon to  far reaches and recharge trail for a little over 6 miles of enjoyment. I’ll run at an easy pace and walk when I want to without being tied to my watch. 

 Here’s hoping I don’t quit again. Wish me luck.

Oh, and Thanks Hilda.

Drenched

  Today's run was at my favorite Local natural area. It was very humid with no wind at all. I had a fairly good run not concentrating too much on speed but as a runner with a techie watch, I kept glancing at my time. But all in all I had a great run listening to a Podcast with an interview of the Korean Vegan. I've gone Vegan! Never felt better.  After my run I had to run an errand to the grocery store. Pick up a few things for the house. I changed my shirt, I brought an extra one, but as I glanced down at my sky blue shorts I noticed I was drenched in sweat. On the back all over my butt. On the front it looked like I had not made it to the bathroom in time. oh well maybe I'll dry up in the 15 minutes it'll take me to get to the grocery store. Not a chance. As I got out of my truck I quickly walked to the grocery store hoping that I could get to a shopping cart quick enough to shield my body before anyone noticed.  Forget the back. I can't see anyone looking at me from the rear. 

 I got home and made some soup with any and all vegetables I could find. With tofu as my added protein. I called it junk soup. That's what my wife said she called  Homemade vegetable soup when she was a kid. As I was eating an old childhood friend called me up. In the conversation I related my story of today and he shared a story of playing a water balloon fight with his kids and then having to go to the store. He didn't realize it until he noticed everyone was staring at him at the store. Then he said he got out of there as quick as possible. We shared a great laugh as we always do when he calls.

All runs are good.

 Friday April 16, 2021. The morning was damp. A light drizzle became heavy at times. Arriving at the Salado creek trailhead at loop 1604 there were two runners exchanging laughs as they prepared for their run. Second thoughts entered my mind. Should I run? Will the drizzle turn to rain? My phone and car remote tucked safely in my water proof waist belt, I took off headed south on the paved trail. Initially I saw no one else on the trail. Half a mile in, to the right of the trail at a construction site, two men were working on a wooden structure. Only the frame of what looked to someday be a house was up. These guys had to work. Drizzle or no drizzle, I thought. In the construction business it's no work no pay. 

The music I was listening  to on my Bluetooth headset complimented the scenery around me. Allman brothers, Neil Young, Steely Dan, Doobie brothers all fit the mood of being surrounded by Live and Red Oak trees. Some covered in deep green moss. The cloudy skies dripping with a soft light drizzle on the Texas Persimmon, Juniper, cedar, and Mountain Laurel, various shrubs and dripping off the brim of my visor. Nature trails crisscrossed the oak pollen stained paved trails. Many of these nature trails were recognizable. Years earlier, races were held here. Long before the paved trails existed. Friends and I trained on these nature trails. We ran races here. Memories of those runs with friends filled my mind. 

Up ahead two men who looked to be in there 60's emerged from the woods with two dogs. They crossed the pavement and walked back into the woods. A lone cyclist appeared around a bend in the trail coming toward me and whizzed by gesturing with a slight wave. A group of three ladies, one carrying an umbrella, two ladies and a threesome of elderly folks were others I saw. As well an an eighty something looking gentleman shuffling along. A 60 something runner like myself at the end of his run shares a friendly good morning.

Four miles? Five, or six? Not sure how many miles I wanted to run. I decide I would turn around after reaching Voelker park. There, at the 3 mile point is one of my favorite spots on this trail. Trees closely line both sides of the trail with a drop off  of over ten feet just beyond the trees on one side, overlooking natural trails in the creek bottom, and  wooden fencing of the backside of homes behind the trees on the other side. This approximately one quarter mile stretch just seems so tranquil.

Turning around I see the the folks I had passed. One mile back up the trail and suddenly, around a bend in the trail, I see a Large OWL! It looks at me from it's perch on a tree stump. It looks sideways. Still keeping on eye on me, it jumps off the stump as I fumble with my waist belt to get my phone out. On the ground the owl walks slowly away and stops. The phone out, the camera ready, I snap a photo. Then another. The owl jumps back on the stump as I am about to put the phone away. I try to take a better photo. I talk to the Owl. "hello bud." I say. "How's it going." " Be still." It looks straight at me as still as can be. I get a great shot.

All runs are good. Some are great. So many of Nature's creatures I have seen in all my years of  running. This one will be remembered for a long time, and will be recalled every time I run this route on Salado creek.

After speaking to a park maintenance man at the end of this run I find out the Owl has three little ones! Maybe I will see them next time. Or maybe when they are big like Momma.

He graduated High school the year I was born!

I ran into my friend Roland yesterday. He flashed a big smile as he raised his head to see who was calling his name.

I met Roland several years ago on the trail near our home and have been running into him occasionally. Roland is turning 81 on Tuesday March 2. Again he smiled when he shared this with me. We talked and he shared a prose he had just written that morning. Again smiling as he watched me read his prose. 

Writing proses mainly about memories of his youth is his new hobby.

We shared stories of some of the places we both knew in our youth. It turns out we grew up not too far from each other, though he pointed out he graduated from High school the year I was born! Again he smiled broadly.

But perhaps his biggest smile was when he told me of a 5K he is running on Saturday.

Running, writing, smiling. 

yep, that's the ticket.

Hillotes half marathon

 The Hillotes half marathon is usually held in Helotes TX. As you might guess,"Hillotes" is a play on words of the name Helotes, a small town just northwest of San Antonio and at the foot of the Texas Hill country. Helotes is Spanish for Corn, by the way.  Because of covid-19 restrictions in Helotes the race was relocated to Bankersmith Tx. 70 miles further to the northwest. Bankersmith is nothing but a general store next to an old barn turned into a honky tonk. There is an old 1950's era bus behind the barn next to a small stage surrounded by picnic tables. This is where packet pickup and after race festivities took place. Parking was on the grass along the winding hilly state road that runs through Bankersmith..

At race start from the courtyard adjacent to the store, runners were required to wear a mask until they spilled on to the road for the out and back race. The field of 92 runners were also released 10 at a time and at 10 second intervals. 

The run starts with a long downhill. First thought that came to mind was how this would be an uphill at the end! Next to running trails I really enjoy running country roads. There were no spectacular views on this course though. There were cattle ranches and the remnants of what looked like an old stone home on the course that made me wonder who may have lived there 150 years or more ago. 

The road had may twists and slanted curves. This had me switching from the left to the right side of the road for a more even surface to run on. luckily this was the case for only about a quarter of the race. There were also dips where the road crossed 3 creeks. These were not to steep except for one where I did walk up after crossing the bridge at the dry creek. 

There was about a three quarter gradual uphill climb approaching the turn around. Surprisingly I felt good at this point. I had been worried since I crammed in only a couple "long" runs of 9 and 11 miles in my training. I thought about running the 10K but I could not see driving 70+ miles to run a 10K. After the turn around I began leap frogging with a young girl. She passed me as I slowed on the ascents and I caught and passed her on the flats and descents. It seemed like we were playing a game as we exchanged smiles and thumbs up. With a little over 2 miles to go I set my eyes on another runner who had been running ahead of me for most of the race. Her pace was good and I locked in on it as I slowly cut the distance between us. As I was about to pass her I recalled what my friend Liza Howard would say when she accelerated near the end of  Ultra marathons where I paced her,  "lets get this thing over with!" As I passed this runner I said "come on, we've got this thing licked. just two miles to go!'

The last quarter mile and there it was! The uphill climb that was a downhill at the start. I walked most of it but of course ran the last 100 yards when I was in sight of the finish. After the race the runner I leap frogged with thanked me for helping her pace. The one I passed at two miles also came to tell me "Thanks for the motivation."  Very Nice. They helped me as much as I helped them.

Post race I hung out and saw two old friends and my neighbor down the street who had signed up at the last minute. He won the Half Marathon race with a time of 1:25:08! 

I was third in the 60 to 65 age category with a time of 2:01:48. 

Fun race, fun experience.

 

Life. Forrest Gump's mom was right.

 I have not posted in quite a long time! Major changes happened in my family since my last post in May 2016. I retired from the Metropolitan Transit system in San Antonio Tx. in May 2016 after 30 years. It was a great place to work, I loved it. 12 years in Warehousing/Inventory control and 18 in Information Technology. It was time to go though but I did not want to stop working, so I went to work for the San Antonio Police department in  Fleet Management.. That was fun and very interesting. I made many good friends. Cops are people just like you and me. I heard many stories from policemen who joined the force to help others. One story that really touched my heart was a cop who struggled as a child of a single parent. He talked about his life moving from home to home, abusive stepdad, going hungry. Now he wanted to help kids and families who may be struggling.

This brings me to my family. My wife and I were faced with a life changing decision in late 2016. Our three grandkids, ages 2 months, 1 yr. old and three years old needed us! Without going into details, we brought them in to our home and eventually adopted them in 2018. Of course this turned our lives upside down. Diapers! Sleepless nights, runny noses, daycare! Of course this threw my running routine into a loop. Between the bickering, crying, finger pointing and non stop talking, the kids are wonderful. With the oldest grandkid now in third grade and the middle one in kindergarten, I was forced to leave my job with the PD three months ago to help the kids with virtual learning. The third grader is the reason I decided to come back to this blog. He has to write a personal narrative. I showed him mine. "you write long stories." he said. 

Back to 2016 and running. 

The wheels really started to fall off in 2013. That year I was 55 years old and was running well at the beginning of the year but I ran too much and too fast. For me. In the first six months of that year I set my marathon PR in Austin, 3:40:00, ran a very tough Possum kingdom 55K, ran a difficult and technical, beautiful,  mountain 50K in Colorado and crewed and paced my great friend Lalo 25 miles at the Angeles Crest 100. After that I was out of gas but in denial. Maybe I did not want to adjust my training. Maybe I wanted to rely on the strength I thought I still had. I was never a fast runner but I held my own in the middle of the pack and usually placed in my age group. But I was done. Cooked. I kept running and struggled to complete races.

In what has been my last attempt at an ultra I registered for the July 2016 Never Summer100K in the Mountains of northern Colorado. If you love running as I do, you will never quit. 

It has been four years. I will try to remember my attempt at the Never Summer 100K. I flew up to Denver and met up with friends for the ride to Gould Co. Gould is a very, very small town. As I remember there was not even a traffic light. Just a sign marking the city limits. We checked in to our cabin at a campground about 2 miles from the start of the race at the community center (a barn like structure). Having stopped to check out sights along our drive from Denver we arrived late the day before the race. 10 miles down the road was a town whos name I forget but a little bit larger than Gould. It had three traffic lights! Our visit to the grocery store there proved futile, all produce and snack food was gone. My friend Rachel and I chatted with the store clerks. Across the street we stepped in to an adult beverage store to buy some post race refreshments. Chatting with the clerk there I got a sense that some folks who live in this area have left a past they are trying to forget.

At the start the friends from San Antonio got together for a photo.

left to right. Jason, "The Hawk" and me in the forefront, Brian (red visor, lowered head), Chris and Ash center rear. Not sure where Rachel was or who the guy in the upper right of this photo is.

The race starts at an elevation of 9000 feet and heads up a dirt rocky road. We climbed up the mountain and soon came to a clearing and beautiful majestic views.

The trail at this point was nice smooth single track. We crossed many streams and came to serene alpine lakes. The steepest climb was to the highest point of the race at 12,840 feet. On this climb there was no trail! The markers took us straight up the mountain. At one point I thought I would fall back. Thankfully I had my trekking poles with me. Going up I saw a marmot just sitting by a small bush about 4 feet from me. He just watch as I hiked by him. At the top of the mountain four of us took a photo.

Late in the day Ash and I were together rounding a mountain when my foot caught a root and I went down hard with no time to reach out and try to break my fall. I was hurt pretty bad. Ash is a doctor and asked me if I was ok. He advised me to get up slowly and catch my breath. I was good to go. A bit later the trail took us over a long patch of big jagged rocks and boulders. There was no trail here. We had to be careful with our foot placement for fear of turning an ankle. The only good part of this was the  beautiful lake to our left. I was glad to get over this portion of the course.

As evening set in the temperature was dropping fast. I found myself trying to warm up with the hot soup at the 44 mile aid station well after dark. Ash was there too. Ash's dad was crewing for him and was there also . I changed my socks and left the aid station with thoughts of my jacket in my drop bag at the next aid station. I left before Ash thinking he would catch up with me. I was tiring and thought for sure he was feeling stronger than me. To this day I wish I had waited for Ash.

 About 50 yards down the road from the aid station the course turned left in to a brushy area. Up ahead I could see a couple of head lamps slowly drifting away. Soon I was climbing on a smooth trail. I was moving very slow at this point when I heard an animal sound off in the distance to my right. Then I heard a similar sound to my left. Hmm, I thought. That is not a cow. It's not a cat because it was more like a long grunt. I kept hearing this for the next hour. the sound started to sound clearer and closer. What could it be? I came to a clearing on what seemed like a hilltop where the trail turned around the hill to the left with a slight drop off into a field. suddenly I heard the grunt very close! I turned to my right and my headlamp revealed a MOOSE! No Antlers but she was huge and only about 25 yards from me. I yelled out loud "Oh C&@P!" I wanted to run but I picked up my walking pace and was yelling "Leave me alone moose, Leave me alone."

The trail then lead back in to the woods and the moose left me alone. I was tired and I was cold. It was very dark in the woods. I could not see or hear any other people on the course. Then after a long climb the trail spilled out into a dirt road and I could make out the faint sound of people talking. I saw light about a third of a mile down the road. My elation in hearing the signs and sounds of the aid station was interrupted by a small dark animal running right at me! It was so fast I could not make it out nor could I aim my headlamp at it. It wasn't a raccoon. It was bigger. It almost hit me as it ran by my right leg. Then, a very strong musky odor filled the air. Another "Oh C$@P!" Bear? Was the small animal a cub? Bear prey? I don't know but thank god I made it to the aid station.

 At the aid station I was very tired and beat, cold, and now spooked. The jacket in my drop bag was too thin. It and the coffee at the aid station could not get me warm and now at 10 PM the temps were dropping even more. I decided to call it a day. DNF.  I was ok with it. As my friend and race director Joe Prusaitus once said, "It's only a freaking run!"

The sag wagon showed up and took six of us back to the start/finish. Ash would drop too. After trying to sleep in the car for a couple of hours I went to the community center to look for my friends. When I explained that I Did Not Finish one of my friends said, "Oh, I'm sorry."

I am not, I thought. I had fun. It was a beautiful tough course. I am alive, and I saw a Moose!

I have run a few races since Never Summer. Short distances. 10K, 10 milers,  and half Marathons. I have contemplated giving up running and maybe go to cycling. But nah, I love running too much.

The kids are more manageable now which equals a little more time. I am older and wiser about running and recovery. I have gotten over my pace slowing and run distance shortening. 

Yesterday I  registered for a road half marathon in the Texas hill country on October 17th! Next to trails I love running on country roads. I'll be back with that story.

   

 
 

 

Running at Pace Bend Park.

I ran the Tejas trails Paleface 30K race for the first time last year and although it has some technical rocky sections I did not think much of the course in terms of it being pretty or very challenging. This year though the course was rerouted and changed to a Marathon and Half Marathon that included more views of the bend in the Colorado river that surrounds about two thirds of Pace Bend Park. Like Mikey, I like it!  There was a climb along some power lines, nice views of the river,  and an abundance of wildflowers on the flat dirt trails near the end. I ran the Half Marathon.
I was not expecting to run hard yesterday. My left hip has been hurting a bit and affecting my hamstring on that side. Foam rolling has helped. I have to stick with it though.
Arriving at the race site is always fun. Meeting folks in our group with big smiles, hugs, and laughs sets the tone for a fun day and motivates everyone to try to do well. There is truth to finding more in yourself than you think there is when you are exposed to "the Group effect" and we have a great group in the Rockhoppers.
At the start line I exchanged teasing and well wishes with my buds. As the race began I took off at a swift pace trying to get to the single track quickly. I hung on to Rick and John who run at about my pace. Soon I felt like I may not be able to keep up with their pace but then it seemed we all relaxed and toned it down. Exchanging greetings on the trails with my friends of the Austin groups is always fun too. As I pass them feels good also. Of course this racing is all in fun. Hah!
At about mile 6 our buddy Wade passes us looking great! I tried to hang on to Wade. Wade had a smooth strong pace going but at one point he did pause to take a glance at the water below as we ran along a ridge. "Pretty, huh?" I asked. Wade knodded.
The next aid station was at the bottom of a hill. After quick gulps of Mountain dew and Tailwind with a pretzel I was running up the hill to catch Wade who was gone!
Power hiking this short hill and sprinting to catch Wade the hip and hamstring issues were out of mind. I was very surprised at how well I was feeling hopping over roots, rocks and through trees. The group effect! I hung on until the last aid station with Wade. Here I commented on how he was maintaining a great pace. We leave together but I could not match his pace. Now I just wanted to keep him in sight.
Racing is fun. We were not racing for the win. We were racing for ourselves.
Wade started to pull further away. A runner I came up on asked if I wanted to pass. I really did not want to but I did. Sprinting to pull away from him because I would not want to pass someone only to slow down. By this time I knew I could not catch Wade so I settled into a comfortable pace without slowing to a shuffle.
My dream goal to finish under two hours faded but my realistic goal to finish under 2:15 would happen.
I finished in 2:09 and Change. A bit over a minute after Wade. Rick and John were only a few minutes back. At our group tent we exchanged high fives, smiles and congratulations.
Another fun, exciting, and great day at the races.

My Hip hurts today.

A tale of two races

The first weekend of March I ran the Pandora's Box 'O Rox half marathon. Last year I ran the Marathon here and after that vowed never to run long again. For the umpteenth time. I have yet to learn how to run this course. Revielle Ranch, where the race is located is in the Central Texas Hill Country. The terrain is littered with granite rock and there are not too many even surfaces here. Those darn little hops over and around rocks and rock domes are killer. I admire those who run a 50 miler here. Of course running a half marathon makes one run a little harder. Only because in our mind it is a "short " race.  I started Ok but after 5 miles those little hops took their toll. Then at about mile 8 I twisted my ankle. It was painful to pivot or turn on my left foot. One good thing about this is I had my good friend Tom in my sight and soon caught up with him and was able to trot with him for about three miles. Tom's commitment to run by heart rate has paid great dividends. Tom completed the Texas 250 today at the Hells Hills race. The Texas 250 award is presented to anyone who completes 5 Fifty milers of Tejas Trail races in 5 months. Congratulations to Tom!
I finished the half marathon back in March but beaten once again By Pandora.

Yesterday at the Hells Hills race it was a different story. My training has not been what I would like but is it ever? It has to improve though. I have registered for The Never Summer 100K in Colorado on July 23rd. Does it ever end? I don't know. I have been wanting a new adventure and should go for it while I can. So  it will continue. For Now.

Back to Hells Hills;
Race morning was a chilly 43 degrees. What to wear was a worry as I hung around with fellow Rockhoppers huddled around a butane heater provided by Rich and Jeanie at our hangout near the start line.
I decided on a short sleeve cotton T over a sleeveless tech shirt and shorts of course. Shorts which kept slipping off.  My original plan was to take it easy and try to run by my max aerobic heart rate of 128 while listening to music. My earbuds kept slipping off too! Not my usual ones. I discarded the earbuds but kept my shorts on.
The HR running went out the window too when the race started. My buddy Rick, John MC.Allen and a host of others raced up the hill at the start and I tried to hang. Only for a little bit I thought. Then I'd back off and cruise. yeah right.
We drew a few others and soon had about 8 to 12 runners in a pace line. I don't know what the pace was as I have quit tracking mileage pace and all that other stuff that made it seem like work. I work 5 days a week in IT monitoring software, tracking and troubleshooting data! I don't want to do it while I'm trying to have FUN!
Anyway, a runner drops off unable to keep up the pace. A quick look at my new heart rate monitor (ok, I've started to look at that only because I see Tom's success) and I am at 156 bpm.
I try to relax without slowing too much but soon find myself dropping off the pace line with two others. Seeing the lead pack led by Rick pulling away I speed up and pass runners racing to catch Rick and John and three other runners. One of the guys then trips and falls. We stopped, made sure he was OK and continue as he gets up. This guy dropped off the back later.
No one stops at the first unmanned aid station. At the next aid station Chris Russell is walking up and with a grin says "Man you guys sure are moving slow."  He also says we shouldn't bromance it and walk across the finish line holding hands. Gotta love the big guy.
After leaving the aid station a tall guy in our pace line wearing a long sleeve red shirt decides to pull off the front and takes off. No one follows. Until a few minutes later when the youngster with spandex under his shorts takes off leaving John, Rick and I.
The pace remained even with John now leading, I was right behind and Rick not too far behind me. John keeps asking where Rick is. Not far behind me I say. Soon John starts to pick it up and I find myself  trying to hang and not willing to let up.
The Thrill of it all! Makes me feel like a kid again!
With about 3 miles to the finish we catch and pass Long sleeve and soon after overtake the spandex kid. John kicks it up and drops a guy who tried to cling on to his heels a bit earlier. Rick is right behind me. In an attempt to catch John I recall words from a book I am reading. Actually the Title of the book, "How bad do you want it?" A glance at my HR monitor and I'm still at 156 but it doesn't matter anymore. Rick is right behind me and the thought of waiting for him crosses my mind but the thrill of the chase keeps me going. I love Rick! He has helped me become a better runner. We've trained and  run races together.
I turn it on and pass a couple of runners heading for the finish but can't catch John.
Still good enough to take third place Masters, Thanks to John and Rick.

Just Like Ruben

Yesterday My truck would not veer towards the trail head. My tired legs kept my arms from turning the wheel.
That was not the case today and I am glad! I fumbled with my gear getting it ready for a trail run on my home turf, Leon Creek. As I stepped out of my truck and on to the Paved trail that leads to the woods, Ruben came riding by! My good old friend Ruben! I've written about Ruben before. My friend who Challenged me years ago to ride and go further and further. We rode our road and mountain bikes on  many Texas back roads and desert trails. He is still hitting the trails on his mountain bike. Mostly the paved ones but hits the nature trails every so often. Not many 75 year old guys are able to do that but Ruben is still at it. My old pal  and I caught up. We laughed, shared stories old and new. He asked about my brother Andy who joined us on some rides way back when.. We vowed to get together soon as we parted ways. I could not help to wonder about how active I will be at 75 years of age. Can I be just like Ruben?
Running on n the trail again after my last race felt labor-some at the start but soon I eased into a comfortable pace. It was nice being on familiar trails. I contemplated upcoming races. What next?
Towards the end of my run I came around a corner and to a slight incline as another runner was about to descend. He stopped and said "come on, I need a rest." Running up to him I asked how he was doing. "Good" he said smiling, as I passed he added, "Keep at it!"
Yes, I thought. I will. Just Like Ruben.

Leon Creek, My home turf

Return to Huntsville State Park

Late last year I mentioned to Tom that I would like to run at Huntsville State Park again. My first Ultra was at Huntsville 10 years ago. A 50K which was then called The Sunmart trail race and where I set my 50k PR that still stands.
Since then I have been to the Rocky Raccoon trail race at Huntsville to pace a good friend on her first 100 miler and to volunteer at the Damnation aid station.
Early this year I registered for the February 13, 2016 Fifty mile run.

On one of my almost daily conversations with my brother Andy, I told him my plans to run at Huntsville. His response was, “hey, maybe I'll go and meet you there! I can support you.” Of course I thought that was a great idea..

Andy booked a room and counted down the days every time I spoke to him. Asking what I would need him to do and planning what we would do after I crossed the finish line.

Feeling I had not trained properly for a 50 miler and knowing I would not be up to doing anything with my brother after the race, I changed my registration to the 50K so that I may be more able to spend time with Andy. My big brother who I owe so much too. He doesn't see it that way but Andy has done so much for me all my life. When I introduced Andy to Jeanie at Rockhopper Central she asked me what kind of brother Andy was.

Andy scolded me and even may have punched me (tongue in cheek) if and when I strayed but did everything for me otherwise. I could not have asked for a more loving and supportive big brother.

Andy drove from his home north of Dallas, I from from San Antonio to The Woodlands, TX. We met at the Hotel Friday afternoon before the race and were soon joined by his son, my nephew Andrew who had recently relocated to Pearland, TX. After having dinner we settled in to our room and caught up and learned some history and interesting facts from Andrew. That guy has a wealth of knowledge. As a kid Andrew read The Guinness book of world records, issues of the Farmers Almanac, and Texas Almanac cover to cover and would keep up with new editions. When he learns something new he researches it even further (something we learned from Grandpa, my dad). It's fun having a conversation with Andrew.

Andy dropped me off at the race site in Huntsville state park at 5 AM the next morning. He would drive back to the Hotel 30 miles away to have breakfast with Andrew and the two would return two hours later and hang out with the Rockhoppers at the Damnation aid station.

Rockhopper Central was already buzzing with smiles, hugs and well wishes at 5 AM as everyone was getting ready for their race. My plan was to run relaxed and hope to have a good time emotionally and on the clock without bonking.

As the race started on time at 5:45 AM, I found myself trying to stay close to other runners so that I
 could take advantage of their headlamps. Mine was a bit dim. I should have replaced the batteries beforehand.

I completed the first loop feeling good about seeing so many Rockhoppers on the course and at all the aid stations. Damnation had the biggest group of Rockhoppers and that place was really hopping! I looked forward to running into Damnation because of the big ruckus there. Also it's where my big brother was. I had pushed my pace just a bit over my comfort zone on the first loop but held back many times trying to conserve some energy for the second loop.

I walked out to begin the second loop eating an oreo cookie pancake while thinking I had only seen a couple of old guys (like me) at the turn around before me. Hmm, masters awards go three deep. Ah, I'll run my best, I thought. Then, An old guy passed me. Now the competitive side of me thought, I need to stay close to this guy. I fed off his pace trying not to stay too close. I felt he knew I was close behind as he picked up the pace. I gave him more room. Approaching the nature center aid station I relaxed and fell! I got up and walked in to the aid station and lost sight of the guy in front of me. He was gone. A mile or so down the trail, there he was. I caught him and passed him. Soon he passed me. I stayed close. I passed him again. The race was on. On the downhills my pace was faster. Running uphill he was stronger. I let him go up the next hill as I power hiked. As I crested that hill he was halfway down the other side. With another hill up ahead I made the decision to try and kill his spirit. Hey, this is racing! I get that competitive fire in me. Maybe I learned this from my brother as a kid. Andy was a great competitor in Soccer, Tennis, and life.

I picked up my pace going downhill trying to get momentum to carry me up and over the next hill in hopes of dropping my competition and making him think I had a full tank of energy.

I crested the next hill and kept on pushing into Damnation. In and out after big smiles with my Rockhopper pals I kept pushing on the out and back that would bring me back to damnation again. A funny thing happened on this out and back. I acquired some pacers! Two dogs ran out of the woods towards me! One ran ahead of me and the other behind. I talked to the beautiful light brown brindle pit bull and the dark brown hound mix. On the way back on the out and back, there was the other old guy about a quarter mile back. I tried to stay strong without blowing it. The dogs ran back into the woods as I approached damnation. Jokingly I asked Chris Russell to help me out. Engage the old guy in conversation Chris! He's gaining on me! Stall him. We all know Chris can talk.

A quick laugh, a bottle refill, and a pancake with bacon, I was out of the damnation aid station.

My only thoughts now were can I keep up my pace and stay ahead of this guy. Now, I was not sure if I really had a chance for a masters award but in my mind it was now me and the guy behind me. If I am in the running this guy will not take it from me. Does it matter? In the big scheme of things, probably not. But this is my little game of competition, in a little race, in the woods.

I'll confess to using the same line at Park road aid station with Claudette. In this case I asked Claudette to use her charm on the guy behind me to stall him. Jason chased me out of Park road.

By this time my legs were tired and a bit achy. I ran into another guy who was fading. We talked and encouraged each other on (later he would come over to Rockhopper central and say thanks).

I ran trying my best not to look back and remembering a quote by the great Satchel Paige “Don't look back, something might be gaining on you.”

I crossed the finish line and was asked how old I was (guess I look like an old guy) and was awarded third place masters. A big metal red ant! Another yard ornament to remind me that I am very fortunate to be able to run.

And fortunate to have friends like the Rockhoppers and a big brother like Andy.

2015 year end recap

With 5 series races under my belt for the year 2015, I ran my last two sub-ultra races this past November and December, in a quest to end up in the top three for my age group in the Texas trail Championship series. Success!

After Cactus Rose 50 I slacked off in training. I was Relying mostly on 15 mile weekend runs but not enough mid-week training. Getting Lazy? Or getting old. I can’t do that much longer. I paid for it after running these last two races of 2015.

The Wild Hare in November was a race I had not ever run. The race is held on a mountain bike course in Warda, Tx. Pretty nice area in east Texas surrounded by rolling hills. I ran the 25 K event. The trails are not technical. They wind down, and around a stream with slick (if it’s wet) short descents and climbs. Some of the course was wet. All in all I had a great run and won a metal pig as third Masters coming in at 2:33:59.

My Last race for 2015 was in far North Texas along Ray Roberts Lake in Isle du Bois state park. I really enjoyed this park! The course on the 23 mile event was 99 percent single track under a canopy of trees. The area had been flooded recently and some picnic tables near the lake shore were under water. The course was dry for the most part. There were about three areas where we had to run through water but these were no longer than a couple of yards.

I was having a great race until about mile 15 when I began to feel just a little fatigued. I started out too fast I guess. Around this time I could see my buddy Thor up ahead. He seemed to be struggling. I caught him with about six miles to go. We pushed each other to the finish and crossed the finish line together at 4:04:30.

Got to ramp up my training and stay consistent. Rocky 50 on February 13 is fast approaching!

My Cactus Rose 50 Mile trail run 10/24/2015, with Orlando

Cactus Rose 50 mile trail run highlights

Race started before the rain came.

Seeing Rosie!

Running with Orlando.

The rain came, without Lightning.

Listening to the wind howl through the hills.

Climbing ice cream hill with Rick Smith and Chris Russell.

Helping a runner who thought she was lost.

Again helping her and seeing her smile.

Playing Rabbit to Orlando on his first 50 miler.

Orlando and I leap frogging with two other runners.

Rebecca recognizing me and reintroducing herself.

Seeing Edward running in the rain wearing sunglasses.

Crossing paths with Jazzy and Jean and getting two BIG HUGS!

Reaching the half way point and getting out of the rain.

Seeing familiar happy faces. Sheila surprised that I was smiling.

Joe P. pointing to me and smiling.

Getting into a dry shirt.

Rani feeding me.

Eating half of a turkey subway sandwich!

Heading back out with Orlando on the second 25 mile loop.

Sheila coming up behind me running the second loop of the relay and pausing to give me a motivational hug.

Seeing Rosie coming down Cairns!

Chatting with Bear on Boyles.

Running with Rebecca descending Boyles.

Two pretty girls crossing my path saying Hi and one of them asking, What's that on your leg? As I looked in shock, she laughed, smiled, and said, Just kidding!

HA! I love it, I said.

Climbing Mount FUJI saying to Orlando, This is the last Fuji Climb.

Rebecca (not far behind) saying, Thanks for rubbing it in. She was doing the hundred and would see Fuji again. Twice.

Arriving at Crossroads being greeted by Rani, Jeanie, and JOHN! The Rockhopper Grand Puba!

Listening to Jeanie tell about how John restored order to Rockhopper Central after Rain and wind had toppled a Canopy and runners gear was rain soaked.

Rani ensuring I ate!

Heading back out for the last 15 miles following Orlando.

More Rain and Orlando saying, This is like when we were Kids running through puddles in the rain.

Orlando and I pausing at a stream to wash off the mud caked on our legs.

Seeing Julie at Crossroads and sharing Hugs!

Orlando's wife Elda meeting us at crossroads. Mile 45. She had so much food I couldn't decide what to eat! So I ate a little of everything.

Seeing Edgar in the field just before nightfall.

Running into Jean as she descended Lucky, with Kelli Newlon pacing her! More Hugs! Hugs are good medicine!

Recognizing Eliot In the dark as he came up on us running the third leg for his relay team. We shared a manly hug!

Orlando saying we had 8 minutes to reach our goal of breaking 15 hours with less than a mile to go and as we hit the thick, sloppy, quagmire. The shoe sucking mud leading to the finish.

Laughing together as we made our way trying to run on the grassy edge.

Reaching the chute to the finish, Orlando said, We have  a little over 2 minutes.

Sprinting in together crossing the finish at 14:58 and change with Elda greeting us there.

Greeted by Ben, Chris, and Rachel at the tent.

My old friend Gabe Ayson, a friend from Austin who was a big influence on me with regards to Trail running so many years ago, and who I had been thinking about recently, coming up behind me to say Hello.

Enjoying post run food and beverages with Orlando, Elda, and Tom.

It was a good run.

Lighthouse 20 miler

Things went so well at my latest race. The lighthouse 20 miler is held on a ranch north of Blanco Texas. The course is fast with most of it on a totally exposed jeep/gravel road, I made a comment to rick that it wasn't very scenic and he pointed out that the vistas from a top the hills were nice. They were. I think Rick was trying to tell me to "Look and you will find beauty."
The race began with great conversation while running with Rick and Cara. I thought this would last a few miles then we would part ways as the run went into the late miles. We stuck together through the first loop of ten miles sharing interesting stories. On the second loop it was Rick and I. At one point I thought I would slow down but Rick encouraged me to keep up the approximately 10mm pace while walking every single incline no matter how short. This worked well and led to my first negative split ever in a trail race.
Rick and I came in together in 3:25:20. He did officially beat me by 20/100 of a second though.
It was fun!

I'm not small.

This past weekend I ran 16 miles with friends at Hill Country State Natural Area celebrating a buddies birthday. He was running 49K to celebrate his 49th birthday.
I tried out my new hydration vest. An UltrAspire vest that holds two 24oz bottles at an angle behind the rib cage. I love it! But it fits too big. I ordered a large -XL. I could not see ordering a small-medium. But I guess I am. For so long, between the ages of 20 to 45, I was a LARGE-XL. Now after changing my diet and running like I do I'm a medium. I haven't been a medium since High school. My North Face medium trail running shorts feel too big, but I am not a small! No matter what my wife says. Big guys will be kicking sand in my face at the beach she says.
I ran with my buddy Lalo today! My regular running partner cancelled so I thought I would run alone listening to my iPod playlist. Just before I left work I get a text from Lalo.
We caught up. I hadn't seen him for awhile but It's always like we pick up where we leave off. Running, hiking through the woods. No rush, enjoying small talk. No, It was deep talk, deep thoughts, LARGE talk. We are not small friends. Our friendship is Large!
I have made some very special friends trail running. That's Large.

Just stay in the game.

Running up to a ridge in an open field Today. There he was. Descending from the hill. The legend.
Larry is known as the legend because he has run trails almost everywhere, day or night and in every weather condition. He has completed runs while injured and kept going when others would quit.
As we ran together our conversation started with the Legend telling me about his hip problems and knee aches. The banter about how now in his fifties, his body is beginning to break down, led to his plans for a possible run at the Javelina Hundred. Just to see if the fire to run long still burns inside him.
We spoke about training at a low heart rate. A new fad? An old idea rehashed? The thing to do at our age? Yeah, That's it. Stay at a Steady comfortable Pace.
I agreed with the legend on the point of our 50+ year old bodies slowing down. I have dwelled too long on just that lately. But for every story I hear and every story I tell about my own body resisting a physical load I am reminded of stories like the 90 year old woman running the Boston Marathon. More recently, the 70 year old completing the Western States 100 miler.
Also recently, I ran into an old friend. John Cantu. I met John over 25 years ago. At the time I had just begun to be more active bicycling and running. John challenged me to go longer on the bike and on the run. Now 65,  John was on a bicycle ride with his wife the other day. Later they were to go to their country home to mow before returning back to town where John was in the starting lineup at shortstop on his Baseball team. Not softball. Baseball!  John said, "I just take it easy now. Not wanting to be a hero. Just trying to stay in the game."

Life's a race. Isn't it?

Well it's been a while. Writers block and pretty upset with my last race.
The first weekend of this month I ran the Pandora's box 'o rox trail Marathon. I was looking forward to this race. The Granite rocks in this part of the Hill country I remember so vividly. Years ago my Dad brought our family to this area frequently to camp, fish, and swim.
My race did not go well. The first 14 miles were ok. But then I started to feel really bad. My head began aching as did the whole length of my back. Three times I stopped and laid down to rest. Runners going by asked how I was. One offered to share his orange. Trail runners are cool that way. The only thing that kept me going was knowing my friends were out there too. Three of my friends passed me at about mile 19. Their encouraging words and knowing my buddy Tom was at the last aid station kept me on my feet even though I felt like I was going to faint..
I finished and waited for others in Our group to finish. It was fun cheering them cross the finish line.
Two days later I felt like I was going to die. The headache persisted. As did the Pain in my back, legs and abdomen. Three days at home and I began contemplating the reason for running long distances. I shared my thoughts and the pain I was going through with close friends. Comforting to know they were understanding and cared enough to respond with compassion.
After two weeks of no running I met with a friend for a 5 mile trail romp at my favorite natural area. It felt good but I would only run one more time that week. Today I ran 4 miles . I began thinking two miles would be good enough but feeling ok, I kept going for two more.
I had been wondering, the last three weeks. do I want to keep running these ridiculous races? Maybe. Maybe not. I do very much enjoy the friends I have made running. And races are exciting. Watching my friends do well is the best part. We have a great group. Belonging  is very beneficial to my physical, and more importantly, my emotional health.
I think I'll stick with it. I don't have to run long. Running or hiking will keep me fit, and by belonging we can be part of exciting and fun events like races and the Wilderness survival course I volunteered for last night. 

My rescue team did well!
 

This course is taught by my a wonderful friend I've known for over 10 years. A friend I met running, and one of many  I have shared many thoughts, laughs, and tears with on the trail.
Yeah, I'll keep going. My friends will help with that. Maybe I'll run another race too. Not too long though. Just long enough to keep me well.

Joe T's 14 mile Boerne stage rd/Cascade caverns turnaround 04/11/2015

My buddies Joe T., Tom, Ed Souza, and I had a great run this morning on one of Joe's many training routes in the Leon Springs/Boerne area back roads. 

Although it was very humid the cool mist made for a comfortable run. Running on the bridge over IH 10 I couldn't help but wonder what motorists on the highway thought seeing four runners wearing headlamps crossing the bridge overhead at 6 AM. We stirred dogs and scared deer in the residential area we ran through making our way to Boerne Stage rd. Boerne stage road is a typical Texas hill country back road with gradual gentle inclines and lined with farms and ranches, although many new subdivisions are popping up. .

The Airport lights on the Boerne airfield, all three of them, weren't powerful enough to light up the road. Maybe the fog was too thick.  We turned left on a small narrow road for an out and back to add some mileage. The surrounding area looked spooky with that Scooby Doo like fog blanketing the fields. I said to Joe that this would be really scary running alone. Tom said it would be really scary if Zombies started coming out from behind the trees!

Back on Boerne stage road we shared our stories about Dog encounters while running. Joe had the best. He stopped and tried to carry the dog home. Tom had the most costly,  $100 in medical bills. For the dog!

At mile 7.5 and just before daybreak we found Joe's water stash. The next stretch took us up a two lane black top, past a few sheep ranches to cascade caverns. We also spotted a donkey hanging out with a few cows near Elmer's ranch (sign on the fence). The Donkey looked suspicious to me.

With three miles to go Joe tells us the last 1.5 miles is uphill. Reaching this point it seemed we all were determined not to fade. We kept a steady pace and actually ran the last mile faster than any of the previous miles (8:15).

But wait! The end of the run would be at 13.6. If you know Tom he doesn't round up. normally I do but this time I followed Tom and Joe for an out and back down Fair Oaks road to make it 14. Ed did better by going further to get his 16.

We celebrated with Recovery drinks of Coffee stout and Chocolate milk

Hells Hills 25K

 Rocky Hill Ranch is not very rocky at all but I'd forgotten how many rollers it had. I also had forgotten how pretty this place is. Before this past Saturday the last time I ran at this east central Texas locale was about five years ago. Most of the place is single track sandy loam terrain through piney woods.
I arrived early enough to see some of my buddies start their 50k. After that I walked over to my truck to try to catch a few Z's. I didn't sleep much the night before the race. Does anyone?
The 25K started promptly at 7 AM. The start began on a slight incline and for the first mile or so the trail was  hard dried mud full of holes and ruts of all sizes. We'd been warned. There had been a mountain bike race the weekend before with 600 riders tearing up the exposed trail. Luckily most of the trails are under a canopy of tall pine trees and covered with pine needles and leaves. There were some very small pockets of dried up hard mud and running water from springs we had to jump over but for the most part the trails were smooth. My plan was to walk every uphill no matter how short.
My buddy Mike and I leaped frogged throughout the race. It was nice having him around. We talked and pushed each other to run harder.
My left leg has been bothering me. I think it's my IT band and I know I should use my foam roller to massage my legs, but I don't. Favoring this leg led to me pulling my left calf muscle at about mile five. It hurt so bad. The next ten miles I hobbled as I ran trying to ignore the pain. It would hurt more if I walked too long. I'd find a rhythm now and then. My stomach started to turn at about mile 12 and I had to find a place far off the trail to lay some fertilizer. Thank God for Leaves.
Peering through the woods to find my way back to the trail, I see Tanya running at a brisk pace. She sees me and waves. Right behind her is Mike. I fall in and soon pass Mike. Later mike said he wondered, "how did Tony get behind me?"
I caught up with Tanya and hooked on to her pace. It's amazing how one can find energy feeding off of another runner. I don't know what the pace was but we were moving at a swift clip.
At about mile 13 the rollers get longer leading up to "The Wall", A short 20 yard  Very steep climb.
Coming out of the woods at mile 14 Tanya pauses and asks if I want to pass. "No." I reply, "I'm using you."
Tanya takes off and I am hot on her heels. I keep up until about 150 yards from the finish. I couldn't hang anymore. I crossed the finish line at 2:30:10. Mike was about five minutes back.
I hung out with the gang at "Rockhopper Central." Our groups canopy/tent/refreshment post at the start finish.
My left calf  has ached for two days. Feeling better though. I broke out the foam roller.

Nueces Trail Races. 02/28/2015

The ever changing weather forecast called for freezing temps and rain. I planned to meet a friend in Boerne,TX on IH 10 at 3:30 AM and caravan up to Camp Eagle on the Nueces river. Driving up the highway 18 wheelers littered the roadside rest areas and  picnic areas almost spilling on to the Highway. They dared not try to traverse the frozen bridges. Texas Department of transportation work crews were out in force spreading gravel and anti ice agents on the bridges. Nearing Kerrville TX. my Tundra pick up began fishtailing on the bridges. Marianna called from behind and asked if maybe I should park my truck and ride with she and her husband. I made the right choice.
Turning off the main Hwy and on to the farm to market two lane highway we were now driving on a sheet of ice. We watch a pick up truck ahead fish tail every now and then. I felt comfortable in Carter and Mariana's front wheel drive SUV.
We arrived at the race start 10 minute before the start of Marianna's 50K race. I headed to the start to see my friends Tom and Michelle. Marianna and Rachel started together about 15 minutes late. They all were to have good runs. It was Michelle's and Marianna's first Ultra.
My 25K race started one hour later at 7 AM. 25k is just about right for me now. My left knee can take not much more (don't tell it I might run a trail marathon later this year). Besides, I'm tired of trying to figure out the right nutrition plan for an Ultra. And 25K's can be run hard and they're over quickly.
I hoped to have a good race despite no running the week leading up to race. I was battling a stomach virus but felt good two days prior to the race. I did walk 5 miles three days before race day and figured the time off may be a good thing.
The first mile climbs a bit and I was sucking wind. As the trail began to level off I got into a rhythm and hooked on to the back of about five young dudes who were moving at a pretty good clip. Hey! I was feeling good and feeding off these guys and their energy. Almost felt like a road bike team pace line.
After five miles the group broke apart. The first big climb found me trailing a guy I knew was also a masters runner. My competition. I passed him and put the hammer down. Gotta beat this guy to the finish. That was on my mind the rest of the race. Nothing wrong with that, Right?
At the top of the second big climb there was Michelle! We spoke briefly and up ahead was her husband Tom. Tom and I had a couple of laughs as he took my picture.

Still moving well and now running with my friend Fabian on the long descent into the final aid station I hoped to keep my energy level on high. A brief chat with Chris at the aid station and I was off alone on the final 1.5 miles to the finish trying to keep pushing. The energy dial began to slowly turn down as I tried desperately to keep it up. With about half a mile to go the fellow I was trying to stay ahead of passes me! Oh No! I try to keep up then he cuts off course. I yell at him, "Hey, the course turns here."
"NO" he said as he keeps going straight, "It goes this way."
"The arrows point to the left pal." I responded
He kept going. Cutting about 20 to 25 yards off the course jumping over a bright yellow tape to get back on course.
Now, I may not have been able to keep up with him anyway. He was moving well and I was spent. But......
As I Crossed the finish I noticed the time keeper tried to catch him to give him the first place masters award. He was already at the parking lot heading for his car. I wondered. Was he afraid I would confront him maybe, and call him out? I would not. Maybe he felt bad knowing he did cut the course. He undoubtedly saw the yellow tape he jumped. I hoped he did not intentionally take that shortcut.
Again, I may not have caught him, and this isn't the Olympics. "It's just an effing run."
I was happy with my effort, and my cute Kitty second place award was cool too!

 

He's coming home tomorrow! We have to get the house ready. It's going to be fun. I can't wait. Matthew will be here soon. Everything has to be perfect. I'm so anxious, nervous!
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But it's only a dream. A dream she doesn't like. A dream that causes her to wake up. A dream she only recently shared. Because it will never happen. He is not coming home. Ever.
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