This blog is going on hiatus, perhaps indefinitely. After several years — some more diligent than others — of blogging, it’s time to call things for what they are: being an ordinary Jane does not make for exciting content in today’s micro-blogging, insta-world.
I moved pretty much across the country at the end of last year, from Washington, DC, to Sacramento, CA.
The move was a long time coming, and friends had been threatening to send in an extraction team for years, although, if we want to get all yogic and new agey about it, there is no extraction team, only the individual. From there, it is the individual’s responsibility to the Self to take that first step.
My 15-ish years in the Washington, DC area – 14 within the District’s boundaries – meant that I witnessed the revitalization of some places that were pretty sketchy in the late 1990s. I saw the changing climate of politics and protest. I experienced the ebb and flow of the physical presence of friends in a very transient community, to the point where I was losing approximately 8 friends a year to moves. In turn, social media made connecting with now far-flung friends easier, although the painful corollary was, of course, noticing when you were excluded from not-so-far-flung gatherings.
While in D.C., I rehabbed a knee from surgery into regular yoga practice, teaching, and even found myself on the stage at last year’s DC Yoga on the Mall event.
|This was the slightly chaotic demo session.
I’m in the purple t-shirt in front row, in downward facing dog.
And while we’re on the Mall, I ran around and around it a lot. Another skill that I cultivated was adeptness at traveling through the local airports with multiple pairs of skis and a rolling duffel bag. Coincidentally, I also developed an impatience at other airports when travelers took more than 5 minutes to get through security, but that’s a different blog post.
There is a trajectory that many people who at one point called D.C. home take. That was not my path. I remained there longer than many, and nothing cataclysmic occurred that spurred the move to California. I’m still in the same career field. I didn’t have a partner in D.C., so it’s not like I jettisoned him, either. My move was a product of the hackneyed John Muir quotation more than anything else.
But that doesn’t mean the transition has been easy, either. I still have no idea where the nearest mail box is to my house, and I’m ridiculously out of shape for someone who ran a respectable half marathon time in November.
|I had so much energy left over after the half,
I ran Colleen’s mile 25 with her. While carrying a purse.
My yoga asana practice is intermittent, and the lunch time fast casual food options are meager – D.C. really has that one dialed.
|Free yoga in Sacramento,
through Yoga in the Park/Yoga Moves Us!
And, I am actually more neurotic than ever about skiing.
Will I ever keep my hands up and not in a defensive posture? Will I ever not want to puke at some point while skinning? Will I remember to lock down my heels on the downhill??? Will I ever move on from being a backcountry skiing bench warmer, or, as I call it, the C Team??
It happens. In early spring, you have every intention of making this the year you’ll adequately prepare for a fall race and execute the race plan. The Universe throws you a few curve balls, but it’s okay, you’ll get back on track. Look, there’s even a Groupon for a random race that sort of fits your training schedule for the peak race.
Then you catch a dreaded early fall cold and are knocked off your feet for days. And race day turns out to be chilly, and when you look at the course map, it’s essentially laps around the parking lots of a defunct football stadium.
That’s how my first DNS happened this morning. Going into the summer, I soon realized that my running base was nonexistent, which made a half marathon training plan with any sort of speedwork silly. New goal: build up mileage without injuring myself.
I was lured by a Groupon for a 15K a few weeks after the Army Ten Miler but before the Richmond half. I’d never run a 15K before. Why not?
When I went to bed last night, I still had every intention of racing this morning, even though I was on Day 10 of a lingering cold and had celebrated a friend’s birthday with an 8-mile hike and multi-course dinner the night before.
Then my alarm went off at the reasonable time of 7am. Instead of bounding out like I usually do on race day, I rolled over and hit snooze. When the soothing tones of NPR woke me up again, I made the decision that my body was not well enough to race.
I slept for another 1.5 hours, pretty much proof that I was too exhausted to race. I did make it out for an 11-mile run later in the day. Suffice to say, my cold and tired legs showed.
I don’t feel great about not making it to the start line this morning, but there’s no doubt it was the right call. Plus, I got this view yesterday:
|There is a ridge behind me. Really.|
We ducked into the loop at the upper Mammoth Hot Springs in hopes that we could then head up. Meh. Nothing special, unless you count practicing putting on skins, maneuvering over brush and downed trees, taking off skins, and not tripping over downed trees on the way back. Which is good practice.
|Sheep! Ram! Or whatever.|
|Off to see what’s behind the trees, towards Druid Peak and Mt. Hornaday.|
I would love to ski Yellowstone in a solid snow year. The Cooke City area, which is outside the park’s northeast entrance, is reputed to have great terrain. And even within the park, it looks amazing in that corner. As for myself, I need to get into better skinning shape, improve my technique, and get more experience with route finding. I’ll be back…
|The swag kicked butt, too.|
|Chasing winter….in May!|
After catching powder over the weekend (I was fine after some shoe shopping in Silverthorne) and a little more travel, I settled back in to DC last month a complete respiratory mess. The weather was unexpectedly mild and fantastic for running, except I couldn’t get my act together to cobble together any good runs. Then it got steamier and toastier here in the swamp, and because I took the bulk of last summer off from running, I forgot how to set myself up for successful summer training.