Checking in…..

11 Jun

I took a break from the blog world for the last few weeks. Things got just a little too busy at work, at home, Son’s 8th grade graduation, birthdays, etc

However, as planned I have been hitting the trails. There are several open space areas nearby, and this is where I have been making my home lately. I do my shorter runs at Lime Ridge, a small open space area about 3 miles away. Then there is Shell Ridge open space, nestled between Concord and Walnut Creek, which offers steeper hills with a mix of fire roads and technical single track. But by far, my favorite place to run is this wonderful mountain, Mt Diablo – the Devil’s Mountain.


I always attack from the north side of the mountain. You can park for free in the neighborhoods spread across the foothills, and its less crowded. My favorite time to hit the mountain trails is early Sunday morning. I’m usually the first to park at the trailhead. By the time I’m done, 3-4 hours later, I will have encountered 4-5 hikers/runners, and perhaps as many mountain bikers.

My last jaunt through the hills took longer than expected.

Mt Diablo – north face 9.6m

Sometime after 2 hours, I lost my trail map. I had just made my way to Prospector’s Gap and was headed downhill through Eagle’s Peak. I never saw the side trail off to the right headed back to the trailhead. Instead I ended up at Twin Peaks then Mitchell Rock. This was a very difficult and technical trail section. very steep in places and very rocky. I fell on my ass a few times. I made it back unscathed. Though now, eight days later, I’m finding small dots of poison oak here and there. Nothing serious – probably resulted from when I slid on the rocky sections.

But, by far the best run I’ve had this year! Whew!!

Anyone watching the World Cup??


Guess who I’m cheering for???

How I spent my Easter break

20 Apr

Since running the LA Marathon back on Mar 21st, I’ve run exactly 4 times. After taking about a week to recover, I took to the local trail at the Lime Ridge Open Space preserve. It felt great to get away from traffic and off the pavement, and follow the ups and downs of a hilly trail. Then Easter break hit, and I haven’t run since.

This year, for Easter, My daughter and I volunteered to travel to Mexico to build homes for those in need. The day before Easter, we joined about 65 other adults and teenagers, as we caravanned to Tijuana, Baja California. This was our first year traveling with this group, made up of volunteers from local catholic churches in Concord, CA. Last year, we had made similar preparations to travel to TJ, but the violence related to the drug cartel wars had frightened many families. The decision to not go left me feeling empty. Although the drug war continues, the violence has been contained within the warring drug families. No harm has come to Americans, particularly the hundreds who travel to Mexico during the year on these type of missions. So the trip was on for this year.

After an overnight stop at Loyola-Marymount university, we arrived at the border north of Tijuana on Easter Sunday. I was traveling in a van with 8 teenagers and one adult. Although there was much frivolity on the US side, the quiet was deafening once we crossed into Mexico. As I looked back on their faces, all I saw were astonished looks. Most of these kids had never traveled out of state, much less to a 3rd world country. Though they tried to hide it, one could sense their shock at the deep contrast in living conditions. Here they were in a place where buildings are crumbling from disrepair, basic sanitation is not a given, and some houses are made of cardboard. there are scattered new government subdivision, but the housing units very small and very expensive.

Finally we arrived at our campsite on the grounds of one of the local churches. Over the next 4 days, we would build one new 3 bedroom house from the ground up, plus custom additions at two other sites. Together we put up the frame, applied stucco and new roofs, and installed drywall.

The neighborhood of La Morita is a mix of dirt and decaying roads. There are open markets selling corn on the cob, grilled meats, and various clothes. There are thin, flea infested, stray dogs everywhere. In the midst of all this are an amazing people. The love and support we receive from the community was overwhelming. Most people don’t have running water, some no electricity. Some do not even have enough to eat. Yet they invited us into their homes. The heads of the three homes we are working on, were all women. It was not clear how large each family was. However, they all joined us, in whatever way they could, particularly in applying stucco. What was most heartening were the kids. Many of the US kids have taken Spanish in school, their Mexican counterparts know a few English words. Yet, all they need to do is smile and they connected easily.

The work was at time difficult (it rained on the first work day, and very hot on the 3rd). But we had many willing hands and we accomplished much. At the end of the last building day, we  gathered together with the families and had a simple home blessing. We were uneasy as we gathered out tools to leave. Over the last few days, we had opened our hearts to each other and had somehow become ‘family’. Later, as we returned to our campsite and finally crashed out, I felt emotionally and physically spent, yet spiritually energized.

On our final day, there was excitement in the air as we packed up. Traditionally, our group has a crafts party for the neighborhood kids on our departure date. Sure enough, there was a long line of kids and parents at the camp entrance. Once we opened the gates, the kids rush in to partake of the various craft activities, play with the giant parachute, or join in a soccer game. One activity which they all looked forward to, in particular, was creating custom foto frames. We take a foto of each kid with a digital camera and print it out on an attached printer and computer. For some families, this is the only family picture they may have.

After a few hours, we finally left to return home. This was the most difficult time for me. I didn’t want to leave. Although I looked forward to seeing my family again, like with any vacation, I dreaded the thought of returning to work, commutes, bills, mortgages, and mowing the lawn. We left behind new friends. Friends likes Guadalupe, smiling ear to ear as we finished her new home; or Jesus, who provided camp security and showed me even an old guy can hang with the young soccer studs; or Benjamin, the fastest dry wall installer I’ve ever seen. We left them with wishes that they stay well and strong. Wishes that they overcome their struggles and realize what they want in life. Wishes that God will keep them close. Wishes that we see each other again soon.

We returned to Concord, CA on Sunday, and I went back to work on Monday. It took me 4 days to shake off the emotional and physical fatigue. It took me another week before I finally strapped on my trail shoes for a short run. My knees had taken a  beating and had finally recovered. And the trails have never looked so inviting……

Into the Woods..

26 Mar

Yesterday marked the earliest I have reached 300 miles in a year!  I guess there’s still some life in these old legs.

After taking 4 days off to rest up from the LA Marathon, I drove to my daughter’s school, dropped off the car, and ran home. My daughter had a track meet and would not be back till later. On the run back home, I got caught in a thunderstorm, which actually felt great. Today all effects of the marathon are gone. No stiffness or achiness.

The photos from the marathon are also available now online. A little pricey, and they didn’t really catch a good one of me running. I’m debating whether to get one of these:

no 5 This is me at about the 25 mile mark. Note the ear plugs. By the end of a marathon, for whatever reason, my hearing gets really sensitive. Usually its because of cranked up music or older brothers nagging me to keep going :-). So this time, I decided to wear plugs when I couldn’t handle all the noise. They worked pretty well, though I could hear my shoes pounding the pavement.

no 3 This is me right at the finish. The happiest guy on the face of planet earth. I was going to stop and do my Usain Bolt pose. But, I was too out of it.

no 11

Tonight I was all set to sit my big butt in front of the tube and watch my alma mater, St. Mary’s College of California, take on 3rd seed Baylor in the NCAA sweet 16. Alas, I forgot my wife and I had bought tickets to watch one of her music students in their school’s production of Into the Woods. Maybe I can sneak in my transistor radio?  I’m sure my Gaels are going to pounding the Bears senseless!!

Finally, this weekend marks my return to trail running. I’m not leaving road running entirely. I just need to refresh and running Into the Woods has always been the way to do it. And live happily ever after!!


LA Marathon recap

23 Mar

I’m back home now with a bit of soreness in the quads, but otherwise I’m feeling pretty good. here’s a recap of my experience during the LA Marathon.

Saturday, woke up at 4:15 am to get ready to the drive to Dodger Stadium. I was traveling with my sister , her husband and one of their friends. Her husband was not running, and  besides driving us to the start, was planning on meeting us at different spots on the course.

Things didn’t look good as we approached the turnoff to the Pasadena Freeway, which runs right next to the stadium. There was a huge back up to the off ramp. Cars were moving about 100 yards every 10 minutes. We decided to try taking the streets instead. We got as close as Echo Park and had to walk about 1.5 miles to the stadium. We later heard that some people got so desperate to get to the stadium that they abandoned their cars on the freeway.

I easily got to the 11 minute marker at 7am, about 30 minutes before the scheduled start. However, the start was moved out about 20 minutes due to some difficulties. I can’t tell you how much I now hate Randy Newman’s “I Love LA.”  they must have played that song about 100 times while we waited. I met some interesting people. Met a guy running in Vibram Five Fingers, a girl who plans on running Bay to Breakers in the nude (it’s on her bucket list), even someone from Australia.

The first 6 miles had some nice small hills which weren’t too bad. At mile 2, someone tried to jump the tie down ropes holding up the air filled marker, failing badly. The mid part of the balloon marker started to collapsed on the runners underneath.  I managed to get around it. After mile 6, the course flattened out a bit. I was running at my planned pace, but it was starting to get hot and, for me anyway, humid. There was water at each mile, and it helped a little, but I could feel my leg getting heavy. I ran into my brother and brother-in-law at mile 8 and sucked up some orange slices they had ready. 

By the 13 mile mark, I was struggling. I was wondering how much hotter it was going to get and whether I’d be able to get through this. I didn’t even notice any of the Hollywood landmarks. I perked up in West Hollywood when I thought I saw some college cheerleaders about a quarter mile up. Imagine my shock when I realized they were transvestites! Talk about adding misery to my pain.

To this point, the crowds were out at each neighborhood, handing out water, oranges, even Vaseline. However, Beverly Hills seemed empty in comparison. That dreariness was wiped away as I approached the VA grounds. The runners were met by swarms of high school cheerleaders. It looked like there was about 10-12 different schools trying to outdo each other. Although it was short-lived, it was very uplifting.  This was right in the middle of the last 6-7 miles of slight upgrade.  I had been getting bad cramps since the 13 mile mark, but this last uphill section was killing me. I had to walk about 1/3 mile for every 2/3 I ran wobbled. My brother jumped in and tried to pace me from mile 20 on to the finish. However, his constant jabbering and Rocky references were driving me nuts. I finally had to tell him to shut the hell up! But, he ignored me and continued to accompany me. About this time, I started to feel the cooling breezes from the ocean.

Finally turned the corner on Ocean Avenue and looked out to see thousands of people lining the last mile stretch. I could make out the 26 mile marker and the finish just beyond. So close and yet so very far. I put more effort into the final yards but pulled up with 1/2 mile to go with more cramps down my left leg. At last, I crossed the finish. Hands up in triumph, a stupid grin on my face.


PLUS – great course, great place for the finish

MINUS -  the net loss in elevation was overstated. The uphill sections were long, and the downhills short and abrupt

PLUS – high school cheerleaders – such energy!

MINUS – Transvetite cheerleaders – I was fooled. What can I say?

PLUS – water at every mile, Powerade at every odd mile

MINUS – warm Powerade sucks.

PLUS -  thousands of high school kids from the Students Run LA program – what a great idea – now in its 12th year.

PLUS – fantastic support from the surrounding communities. great way to bring the city together

MINUS – not enough porta-potties at the start, even counting the washrooms inside the stadium. The lines were too long. And whose bright ideas was it to have the route go between the porta-potties and the start line?

PLUS – big brothers who stick by you till the end – no matter how much you tell them to get lost

MINUS – the finisher’s medal – you’d think they come up with a cool design for the 25th anniversary

LA Marathon short recap

21 Mar

It’s all done!

I didn’t BQ – LOL !! – but I wasn’t looking to anyway. Not that big a deal.

I was hoping for a 4:40 something time, averaging an 11 min pace.

But the course turned out to be a little to warm and humid for me in the first half. I was bothered by leg cramps from about 13 miles till the end. I finished in 5:46 –  about an hour later than I was hoping. But that doesn’t bother me. I’m glad I persevered and gutted it out till the finish – with some help from my brother, who bitched at me paced for the last 6 miles. Ha ha – he was talking way too much, trying to get me not stop, but I was in such tormet from the cramps, that I finally told to just shut up. He just laughed and kept me going 😉

Now, due to other commitments, I have about a 3 week period of somewhat inactivity. More on that on a later post


4 days and counting….

17 Mar
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Just 4 days days until the LA Marathon. I’m trying not to think too much about it yet. but it is a little hard to focus at work.

I’ve cut back quite a bit from my training as I finish off the last taper week. I’ve been feeling really good the last few days. I’ve slept in for the last week or so, something I haven’t done in years. I’ve also have been eating everything in sight. Is it just me, or does everyone just naturally eat more during a taper? And, my belly is starting to stick out a little too much. Gotta watch all this carbo loading!!

There is one down side to flying down from Northern California to LA for the marathon. I signed up for this back in December. Well, my daughter is going to her junior prom this Saturday. This is her first prom and she is so excited!. My wife took her to buy a prom dress recently. Since I’m not going to be around, she modeled it for me on Monday. wow! My little baby girl has really grown up. I can’t believe how great she looked. She promised to take a zillion pictures for me. Still…I’m kind of sad I’ll be missing this big event.

So, I’m flying into Burbank on Friday and hitting up the expo that afternoon. Then, I’m going to relax with family and friends all day Saturday. And, I’m not going to even take a sip of beer, as tempting as that will be. I’m not young anymore. Gone are the days of partying till 2am, and running a 1:45 half marathon after 4 hours sleep!

Just checked the forecast and it looks like temperatures will rise into the low 70s. That’s going to be hot considering all my long runs have been in 50 degree weather. If anything kicks my butt, it will be the sun.

Taper week # 2

11 Mar


Only 10 days until the LA Marathon  I’m not getting too freaked out about it yet.

Last week, I took an extra recovery day after my last long run of 24 miles. I did a short 5.5 mile easy run midweek. At Johann’s suggestion, I kept my long run to 13 miles on Sunday. Then this week, I threw in a couple of 5 mile runs.

I hate tapers. The runs seem so blah. Or perhaps, I’m just fatigued from all the long runs. Then I started to feel these aches similar to when I had a calf injury a couple of years ago. Back then, I had to take 3 weeks off to let my body repair itself. Last week, I started feeling the same twinges in my calf. Thankfully, it went away once I got going. Since then, my heels and knees have felt sore and my legs have felt stiff and heavy.  Maybe this means I really ready for LA.

Anyway, I felt I needed a change. For today’s run, after a mile warmup, I took to the trails. Sprinting up and down the dirt hills felt fabulous! This was way better than doing 800 intervals. And I felt great afterwards. I even had a spring in my step.

In a way, I’m looking forward to getting the marathon out of the way; getting away from the asphalt and cement roads, and all the traffic. I can’t wait to get back to the trails….

Long (road) runs suck!

2 Mar

Two weeks ago, I came down with a bad cold/sore throat. For about a week, I laid around fatigued, blowing out this gunk from my nose. Concerned how this lost week was going to affect my preparations for the LA Marathon, I finally got back on the roads last week. Due to family conflicts and other meetings, I only managed two 6 mile runs. I could feel I had a ways to go to get back to form. My rhythm was off, my legs ached, and I struggled to even out my breathing. By Thursday, I decided I needed a few more days rest in order to get my last long run in on Sunday.
Unfortunately, I forgot about my daughter’s first track meet of the season last Saturday. It is an all comers meet, with about 30 high schools participating. Unfortunate because I forgot I had volunteered to help with the event set up and with the discus competition. My daughter looks like a sprinter, and has a lot of raw speed, but she has no interest in the running events. Instead, she opted for the discus and shot put. And I’m happier than heck. Each time I watch her throw, I can see how much fun she is having. She’s got rail thin arms, and doesn’t intend on bulking up, so it is all about technique for her. And whether she places, or not, doesn’t matter. She’s having fun participating, and I’m having fun supporting her.
Anyway, even though a rain storm had just pushed through, Saturday was still cloudy and cold. For six hours, I set up for the different events, bent down to measure each toss, avoided errant throws, and slowly froze my ass off. By the time I got home, I was so tired. I rested and hydrated for the rest of the night in preparation for my long run.

The long run…well, let’s just say it’s done. I had 2 other runs of 20 and 22 miles which had gone perfectly in the weeks before. This one was a disaster.
I ran on pace for the first 12 miles. I started feeling some pain in my foot every 3-4 miles. It would linger for about 1-2 miles, then disappear.
By mile 16, I knew I was in trouble.
By 18, my pace started to slow. The hacking fit didn’t help.
When I hit 21 miles, I knew I was done. I had no more energy. I could either call my daughter to pick me up, or suck it up and finish the damn thing.
Well, I decided to suck it up. It seemed to take forever, but it is done.

On the plus side, 19 days to rest up and get back to 100%. I’ve got some good tapering and nutrition suggestions from some of you. I’m looking forward to meeting some friends in LA – hopefully other bloggers. I’m glad I got that depressing run out of the way. I’m confidant I’m going to have a great run on March 21st!!

How or when did you know you caught the running bug?

2 Mar

In answer to Christina’s question…How or when did you know you caught the running bug?

I first caught the running bug back when I was a sophomore in high school. I had played organized sports when I grew up in LA; basketball, soccer, rugby, even football for one day*. Running was always my old standby. Due to other conflicts, I never ran track or cross country in high school. I wish I had. I hung around a large group of friends who used play fun, odd games. We’d play flag football some weeks, then change over to croquet the following week, then switch to capture the flag. The games always had an edge to them, with unique rules. One rule, after the flag was captured, called for gang tackling each member of the losing team. The losing team could only hold off defeat by not being tackled. Only then could the first team claim victory. One particular day, my team quickly fell apart, losing our flag, my team members quickly picked off by our rivals. However, I managed to elude the other team for about 2 hours, running cross country through the open space. I remember how fun it was just to run and run – my first trail run.
More recently, I had an epiphany of sorts. Since those long ago school days, I’ve kept running; some marathons, some halves, a few 10Ks, but mainly to keep fit and mostly on the roads. Then about 3 years ago, I was running by an open space area and wondered where a trail went. I took off down the single track and entered a new world. It was like the clouds had parted, and the sun was shining on Shangri-la. I was so jazzed I could barely contain myself. I ran home and pulled as much info as I could on trails in the immediate area, then trails on our local mountain, Mt Diablo. I was in ecstasy. I woke up every day thinking of new areas to run. I recall even leaving work early to go run a new trail I had found.
Someday, I hope to do an ultra. For now, I have this road race to get out of the way. After training on asphalt and concrete for the last 6 months, I long for the muddy single track, the wide open fire roads. I miss screaming my head off on the quad busting down hills. Soon…very soon.

* The summer before my sophomore year, while acting stupid I fell off a car and ended up with a severe concussion. I was unconscious for about a day, and spent a week in the hospital. This was the year I was going to go out for football. Feeling invincible and wanting to play so bad, I went out for the team about a month later. I got knocked silly during tackling practice – and that ended my promising football career. Because I was such a jokester, my friends left me on the road for about 5-10 minutes – thinking I was kidding around. They still joke how they finally trudged over and kicked me a few times before realizing I was out cold. Such fun guys.

back in the saddle..

23 Feb

After a week long layoff, I finally got back on the street again this morning. I debated whether to ease into it with a 2-3 miles easy run, or just bite the bullet and do a full 6 miles.

After thinking about all the training I’d put in the last 5-6 month, I knew my conditioning hadn’t suffered that much, so I decided to do the full 6. It wasn’t easy… I expected to have no rhythm, achy knees, labored breathing, and general tiredness.

Usually, with all the driving to pick up kids from school, meetings, etc., I find it easier to get up at 5 in the morning for my runs. In order to do that I make the decision to get up early ahead of time. I don’t know why that works. But having one less mind game to play with myself seems to do it. It almost didn’t work this morning. I woke up at 5 and lay in bed thinking of a million reasons to postpone my run till this afternoon. The warm bed…the residual sinus pressure..and so on, but I finally got up and dressed, and was out the door in 15 minutes. (Good thing too. It is pouring out here right now)

I picked a perfect route. It starts at a slight downhill in the first mile. Then a minimal incline over the next 2 miles, before flattening out. The last half mile is also downhill. I started very slowly, focusing on my form, and breathing, trying to capture a good rhythm. I started to tire after the first mile – seemed like I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. And running that long straightway (from miles 2-4) in the dark seemed to go on forever. I laid out the course so I could cut it short at 3 or 4.5 miles, if I was having too much difficulty. I did feel some discomfort at both checkpoints, but I  dealt with it and trudged on. My pace was really slow – later I realized I was going as slow as the final miles of my last 22 miler 9 days ago.

I made it though. No leg soreness, though my feet are a little achy. My sinus pressure went away after blowing out a few snot rockets – yum!.

So, first recovery step taken. 2 more runs in the next 3 days, then if all goes well, my last long run on Sunday. I ‘m somewhat concerned about the long run, though. I hope to get my legs and lungs back by Sunday – but I’m wondering if I should postpone the long run for a week. I’ve seen some training plans with long runs 2 weeks before a marathon. I’m not sure if how it will affect me on marathon day. Hmmm… something to ponder over the next 5 days. Of course, I expect all you experts to chime in with free advise!!