Wednesday, November 18, 2020

GUEST POST:FINDING YOURSELF

Finding Yourself, Nate Wright Style
by Uma Sanker*

"Running is a sport in which you can either choose to find yourself or lose yourself." 

Reading the Big Nate books growing up, one thing that I always admired about the protagonist of the books, Nate Wright, was that he never gave up on his ambitions. Whether he’s being thrown in detention for the millionth time in a row, or his friends are telling him that it really won’t work out with Jenny, he keeps working towards his goals. Even if they’re quite questionable goals sometimes. 

When I first started to run competitively, I was definitely more of a Chad - the insecure, chubby boy who’s one of Nate’s various friends and does things cause he enjoys doing them, not because he’s good at them. In sixth grade, when I walked to room 274 to scribble my name on the cross country sign-up sheet, I was someone you’d expect to have their head buried in a book. I was someone who you’d expect to be on the math team. Someone who you’d never expect to see busting out a six minute mile. Nate would have probably called me a nerd who needed to, “get a life,” much like he frequently said to Francis. I didn’t really have anything that I wanted to work towards at the time; nothing to ground myself. I hadn’t found who I really was yet.

Running is a sport in which you can either choose to find yourself or lose yourself. You can choose to work your hardest and be the best version of yourself, or mindlessly drag yourself through miles on end. One causes you to find yourself, and one causes you to lose yourself. The work you put in, the training that you dedicate yourself to, all define who you are as a runner. Both paths will get you to the same place, but in different ways.

Nate embodies the confidence that I tried to when I placed my name on the sign-up sheet. He doesn’t care what other people think about him. He shamelessly goes after what he wants, and doesn’t give a crap about what other people may think. He doesn’t strangle himself by conforming to the stereotypes that the world has provided him with, and in doing so, he’s found himself. 

In the process of finding yourself, it’s quite easy to lose yourself. I remember in my freshman year of cross country, that my summer training - although I did 200 miles, all of them were half-hearted. It was apparent that I cared, but I didn’t have the motivation to improve. The moment you begin to feel like you can’t improve anymore is always a point at which you lose yourself. 

The way to combat losing yourself is hard. You may think that the obvious answer is, you need to find yourself, but it’s not that simple. It’s a battle that occurs within the mind; it may not be visible on the outside, but can be an ongoing struggle. It sounds so easy to not be sucked into the trap of succumbing to your ego, but it’s ultimately easier said than done. I had to shatter my ego; wake up and realize that the world was not waiting for me, to continue to find myself. Although Nate has a huge ego, he doesn’t succumb to it. He knows, although he verbally never says, that he can improve. He knows that he can keep working on himself. Yet, he stays true to himself and doesn't change for anyone but him. Maintaining that balance, is key.

I like to think of running as a beacon within a storm; the competitiveness. Throughout my middle school years, cross country and track fed my inner competitive side I never knew I had. I started to grow an idea of what I was looking for. High school further showed me I had long ways to go, but that I was stronger than I realized. 

The pain is just as much as critical a part of the refuge as the serotonin. Workouts are the stepping stones to success, races are the mile markers. Pain is a part of all of it, but it is a constant that doesn’t change. The pain shows that you’re improving. The improvement is the motivating factor to find yourself; the constant desire to improve and to be the best version of yourself. Remodeling yourself from having a Chad mindset, to having a Nate mindset. Trying not to lose yourself amid the process. Quoting what Nate says when he begins to do something, practically anything: “What could possibly go wrong?”

Listen to this:


*Huge thanks to Uma for letting me share this post with the RWM readers.  It is such a pleasure to work with you and watch you grow both as a runner and a young woman.  Stay after it.



Tuesday, November 3, 2020

RWR:MEET BETH MOM, FORMER DJ, & COACH

"We gotta get out while we're young
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run"
~ Bruce Springsteen, 'Born to Run'

Today I am thrilled to introduce you to my dear friend, fellow runner & coach and former deejay, Beth Baker.  I first met Beth out in the social world; Twitter I believe.  We connected through the Oiselle team, which we are both members of, and we instantly hit it off due to our shared passion for running, music, sarcasm and dumb jokes.  We finally met in person back in the summer of 2018 at a team Birdcamp, where we spent four intense days together sharing both a cabin and random toiletries like dental floss and earplugs.  We have obviously stayed connected on account of our friendship but it was not until weeks ago that I learned that she used to be a legit radio deejay.  And not just a deejay.  She majored in audio engineering assuming she'd be on the radio long term.  But, of course, life doesn't always happen the way we plan it.  In her own words:


Before I started running, I was on the radio. I got my degree in audio engineering and I wanted to go into radio to make people happy with my music choices. My debut on the radio was an intern for a classic rock radio station at the tender age of 18 years old. I was the one who would laugh at the morning comedy duo, and to run "the board".  My first day of being on the radio, the station got a record number of calls to get me off the air...my laugh was "too much" (for those who have not met me, I have VERY loud laugh). But they kept me on and I continued to work in the radio industry till I started Running Evolution and got pregnant.  I hated running, but my love of porter beers started brewing, so I figured I might need a balance.  It took me a year to train for a 5k, and then I was hooked.  I began helping friends start running and created Running Evolution fourteen years ago.  I've worked with over 2500 new runners. One of my favorite things to do is to make rockin' running playlists.  And I get to use my engineering degree making my podcasts, Why We Run

So, yes, she took a different path, including motherhood, to get to where she is today but her love for music and running continues to be stronger than ever.  Listen to her playlists.  They're awesome.  Listen to her podcast.  Also awesome.  But first, let's get to know her a bit more here on RWM.  Without further ado, meet Beth Baker a RUNNER WHO ROCKS.

RWR:MEET BETH BAKER

Name: Beth Baker
Where you're from: California, in the southern part 
Where you reside now: Seattle, WA in the southern west side
Age (if you're ok sharing): 46 or 12...depends on the day 
Occupation:Mom & Running Coach for people who aren't competitive, who like beer & doughnuts 
Blog/website: https://runningevolution.com
Podcast: Why We Run
Fav Radio Station:KEXP.ORG


ON RUNNING & MUSIC:
What do you love most about running? 
One of the biggest gifts that I love about running is that I used to hate it, and I kept at it, and learned to love it.  It reminds me that I can change, evolve and be a better person.  I also love the way my legs look when I run.  

What do you love most about music? 
Music raised me, literally.  I was a 70's/80's kid and my parents weren't around.  It was me, FM radio and my MTV.  It's been the chorus throughout my life, and whenever I get lost in the muck, I turn to music, and it's a big billboard saying, "This is you.  Music is in your heart".  I also went to school for music engineering and production and was in radio for 15 years.  It shaped me.  When I run with music, it's like this weird moving dance that allows me to express myself on a very elemental level. 

BETH'S FAVORITES:
Band (current, all time or both):
UGH! I want to pick all of them, but Built to Spill is pretty wonderful. 
Album (current, all time or both): Led Zeppelin 'Houses of the Holy'. I know, cock rock...but I love it.  
Race venue: Avenue of the Giants marathon in Weott, California 
Music venue: Bottom of the Hill in San Francisco
Race distance: 1/2 marathon. I can still walk the next day. 
Show you've seen live: I've seen The Mountain Goats many times, and cry each time. They're great. 
Ice cream flavor: Anything that has something crunchy in there. 




THIS OR THAT:
Sweet or salty?
Yes. 
Live or recorded? Yes. 
Coffee or tea? Coffee. 
Summer or winter? Summer. 





MORE MUSIC INFO:
Which band or artist would you go see tonight if you could?
PJ Harvey
Which band or artist (wait...but no longer alive or playing together) would you go see tonight if you could? Otis Redding or Aretha Franklin or both together. 
Which band or artist would you like to have dinner with tonight if you could? Tom Waits.  I've always wanted to meet him and I know so many people who have and say he's so great.  I also want to meet his wife, Kathleen Brennen, who is an amazing producer. 
Which band or artist would you like to be playing alongside you during your next race (or long run)? Bruce Springsteen...cause tramps like us. 


LAST ONE: 
Today, I feel like….(fill in the blank):
making soup and being cozy. 


Top 5 Songs for running, dancing or both? 
This Year - The Mountain Goats (a 2020 anthem)
Mr. Blue Sky - ELO
Juice - Lizzo
Comeback Kid - Sharon Van Etten
Straight to Hell - The Clash
Huffer - The Breeders
Oops. That was 6. 

Last 5 Songs you listened to today?
Moonlight Mile - The Rolling Stones
September Girls - Big Star
Pretty Good - John Prine (another good 2020 anthem)
Sweet Baby - Ted Hawkins
Mockingbirds - Grant Lee Buffalo 


Listen to this:
Sir Duke - Stevie Wonder

Sunday, October 18, 2020

RACE REVIEW:MINE FALLS 50K

"When you run your first marathon, more things seem possible.  When you run your first ultramarathon, everything seems possible."

~ Michael D'Aulerio

Last Sunday I raced the Mine Falls 50K  Not virtually.  It was a real, live, in person event with other runners, bib numbers and start and finish lines.  I know some of you have already gotten out there again but this was my first official race of 2020 and by the time Sunday rolled around I was giddy like a toddler on Halloween.  Seriously, I have never been so excited to race, maybe ever.  And while my expectations weren't super high simply on account of the fact that, for me it honestly didn't really matter how organized or well attended this even was, the first annual Mine Falls Trail Running Festival did not disappoint.  

Running is such a simple sport, you know?  But then, I guess when you're out in the woods for multiple hours during a pandemic it becomes a bit more involved.  As of Saturday our forecast looked perfect.  The race was taking place up in Nashua, NH which is about a forty minute drive for me.  Temps were expected to be in the low 50s at the start and then work their way up to the mid to high 60s for the finish.  I have a couple new run friends, Brian and Addie, who are ultra experts and both have been incredibly helpful to me as I have started to dip my toes into these uncharted mega mileage waters.  No joke, I would have been up shit's creek without their guidance as I prepared for this rodeo.  The race director let us know that there would be water and fuel stations but asked us to consider carrying our own fuel in an attempt to avoid over crowded stops.  Fine by me.  I've been practicing with a water vest for my last half dozen long runs so I was happy to wear it.  I laid out my stuff the night before the race and then checked in with Addie to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything.  I told her headphones were "optional but not recommended" and asked if she thought I shouldn't bring mine.  "Fuck that" she said.  "I always have to have my music."  Clearly I was very glad to hear this from an expert.  See how helpful she is??  Since I was driving up in the morning for the 7:00am start, I tucked myself in around 8:45 which is a full fifteen minutes before my usual bed time.  I know...crazy.


I needed to be out the door by 5:30, so I set my alarm for 4:45.  Oddly my eyelids popped open around 4:15.  Too early.  Couldn't get going.  I went back to sleep for thirty minutes which actually felt like thirty seconds.  Holy crap was it hard to roll out of bed at that hour.  I slithered down to the coffee machine and started brewing the magic.  My dogs, of course, heard me and came down to be fed after which they assumed they'd be getting walked.  How they are able to spring to life so quickly at any hour totally blows my mind.  I got all my stuff together and got going right on time.  It was a quick and easy drive, most of it in the dark, though the sun was starting to rise just as I got to NH.  I got off the exit and made my way to 1 Park Street.  It was a big, empty parking lot which I thought was odd as I figured the race crew would be in full deal mode by 6:15.  I drove down the street, back around the block and over to the lot again.  Nope.  Nothing.  Cue the panic.  I got on Facebook and found the race company and a listed phone number.  Praise be.  I did feel bad calling someone who might not be at the race that early in the morning but I had no choice.  Thankfully, Chris, the race director, picked up and explained I needed to go to Park Street Extension which was about five miles from where I was.  I calmed myself down and drove over to the right location, reminding myself that one doesn't really need to warmup up for a 31 mile race so I still had plenty of time.


Mother Nature did not disappoint and though it was a little on the cool side since we were further North, it was otherwise perfect.  I picked up my bib and shirt, dropped them at my car and walked down the hill to the race start.  By now it was about 6:45 so I just took in the moment and worked to keep myself warm while pretending to look super focused as I had no one to talk, too.  As you can see, the scene was pretty mellow and absolutely nothing like the start of a typical race which was a welcome change.  I was still pretty nervous as this was my first legitimate ultra but the pre-race pressure that I normally put on myself was nowhere near as high.  


THE RACE:
LAP 1
The 50K runners would be doing four, 8 mile laps.  Normally, this might sound kind of painful.  But given how long it had been since I'd raced I probably would have still done it if it was 30 laps on a one mile track.  And, I mean, check out the scenery?  So, yea, I was totally good with the laps.  The entire loop was on trail; a lot of single track and some parts more technical than others.  We set off on a main part of the trail but were directed off to the right shortly after we got going.  We'd be weaving on and off of that main trail for most of the course.  I'm not exaggerating when I tell you I felt like I was floating.  The miles just clicked by.  Pace didn't matter.  People were around me, passing me, smiling at me; the vibe was so awesome.  I did make the mistake of following the group in front of me around mile three which went off in the wrong direction.  The course was marked with pink tape and the lead guy missed a piece that had gone downhill and since I was a newbie I just followed the leader.  Lesson learned.  They took me about a half mile out of the way but clearly that was all on me.  No big deal.  Aside from this, I had no other issues and I cruised comfortably through the finish chute on my way to lap 2, still feeling like the situation was almost too good to be true.


LAP 2
This lap was much quieter.  The 80 or so of us doing the 50K were now pretty spread out and I was happy to have my tunes for a distraction.  I thought I'd have no issues finding my way through the course on my own since I'd already done it.  But I quickly realized that I'd leaned heavily on those in front of me during my first lap and found myself having to slow down or even stop once in a while to find the pink tape.  I had a couple moments in this lap when I worried that I was backtracking as I saw the tape but felt like I'd already gone by in the other direction.  What happens then, I thought?  Do I get disqualified?  I had no to one to ask so I just kept going and hoping I was getting it right.  Finally I saw the set of wooden stairs that were about half a mile away from the finish area and breathed a sigh of relief knowing I'd gotten back to home base.  

Katrina in the blue shorts above

LAP 3
The legs were definitely getting tired by now and my excitement was waning a bit.  It was also getting a little warm.  But, as I set off for my third lap I just reminded myself how lucky I was to be out doing what I love and to embrace it all regardless of how I was feeling.  About a mile in people started passing me.  Lots of people.  They were literally flying by me.  I felt a tap on my shoulder and responded with a "yep" meaning, I know, I hear you & I'll get out of your way only to look and see that it was my friend Aaron who smiled and waved as he cruised by me.  Several more people passed me and I started to worry that I was falling apart at the seams as I couldn't move my legs any faster.  Then Aaron's wife, Katrina, tapped me and said "Hey Trax!"  I asked how far she was going and she let me know they were running the 8 mile race.  Ohhhhh.  Well, that made more sense.  We chatted a bit and I ran behind her for a while on the trail until it opened up and she flew off to a first place finish.  Seeing them was such a boost for me and gave me a new burst of energy that I so needed at this point.  Once I got to the finish area and waved to them again I knew I had enough in me to bang out my last lap.  I took off into the woods with an ear to ear grin on my face for my final push.


LAP 4
Cruising past the finish area where those who raced the shorter distances had their feet up and were drinking cold beers....well... that was tough.  When you're talking about 31 miles and change, 8 miles sounds like nothing.  But when you're in the woods, climbing up a hill that requires putting your hands down for balance, 8 miles sounds like a GD marathon.  I was so ready to be done and I had over an hour to go.  Oof.  I put my head down and forged ahead.  I will say, the playlist I created for this race was so good I almost felt like I was cheating because I had it and my competitors didn't.  Every time a new song came on my batteries would get a mini re-charge, if you will.  Thank goodness I listened to Addie as things would have been very different without my music.  Picking my feet up over the rocks and roots was getting significantly harder due to the fatigue in my legs.  It was also tricky to keep the pink ribbons in site as having to focus on more than one thing was kind of tough.  For a while, I had a guy running right on my tail which was kind of unnerving but at the same time it was nice to have his company.  The trail was tight but whenever I could I moved to the side in case he wanted to pass which he eventually did.  I was happy to give him the lead and follow in his footsteps for a while thus taking the navigation element off the table for a bit.  When the trail opened up again he moved to the side and I took the lead back.  And this is how we finished.  I had one part where, yes, even after three laps I couldn't remember where to turn, so I looked back and he pointed me off to the right.  I was very gratefull for that.  And once I popped out of that final small section I knew I was home free.  Well, I had 2.5 miles to go, but basically home free.  Finally, I saw the clearing up ahead and the finish line with volunteers waiting with medals.  Sweet Lord above, I was done.  It was probably the most anti-climatic finish I'd ever experienced.  Aside from the medal guy, no one was even near the finish and those who were were sitting off to the side, totally engrossed in their own worlds.  This made me smile.  I found a spot in the grass, took my shoes off and just laid in the sun basking in the glory of having successfully knocked out 32 miles.


In the end I ran about a mile extra due to my wrong turn and a couple other small turn errors that I made when I was by myself.  My watch has me at an 8:41 average which is just too good because, as you may know, 41 is my favorite number.  I placed 7th overall and was the second female across the line.  I was thrilled.  Though, honestly, none of this mattered.  I could have cared less about place and time, but still, it was just really exciting to have this first ultra behind me and to have it go so well.


Note the wooden medal shaped like New Hampshire.  I love this.  Of the three ultras I've done, two virtual and one in person, all the medals have been unique like this.  The ultra world has a whole different character compared to the regular race scene.  It's warm and friendly and, as I already said, mellow.  And having been racing somewhat competitively for the past ten years or so, it's such a breath of fresh air.  I literally can not wait to get back out there.  I just need to make a few more friends in the area so I'm not hanging out by myself before and after my next race.  Or Steve, my running partner who recently moved to Vegas, needs to come home and start doing these things with me.  I'm not holding my breath on this one.  Next up....an 8 hour race in NJ.  In December.  So, yeah.  Next level crazy.  Bring it.

Listen to this:

Feel Good (feat. Bre Kennedy) - Super Duper 

Thursday, October 8, 2020

TOP 10 SIGNS THAT I'M AN ULTRARUNNER

"Just like life, long distance running is a beautiful struggle with challenging obstacles to better ourselves."
~ Michael D'Aurelio

Post-run...waiting for my coffee.

On Monday I ran twenty eight miles.  It took me just under four hours.  That's a long damn time on my feet.  And plenty of time to dream up a good subject for a blog post, map out the post in my head, edit it multiple times and then repeat it out loud for the next three hours so I could hopefully remember it all.  Naturally, I came up with a post about this new (for me) ultrarunning world that I have quietly crept into this year.  I have yet to do an official ultra with a race bib on and a finish line to cross for obvious reasons but I have done several virtual events on my own.  You know, for fun.  And in so doing I have begun to notice a few key signs that I am now fully invested in the life of an ultrarunner.  Beyond the fact that I can't really find anyone to run with me anymore primarily because he/she doesn't have the time and/or interest in running for more than two hours (fair), below are a few of the other obvious indicators that the ultrarunner's life is now my own.

TOP 10 SIGNS THAT I HAVE OFFICIALLY TURNED INTO AN ULTRARUNNER

Post-run....the next day.

1. During marathon training my recovery runs used to be between four and six miles.  Now they are ten. Minimum.

2. I used to wonder how one could possibly be running long enough to wear a vest that carries water.  Now I have two of them.  One for long runs.  And one for longer runs.  And I can't imagine not having them.

3. The first thing I want to do after my long run is brush my teeth which honestly feel like they're rotting mid-run due to the amount of gels and chews I eat for fuel.

4. I've started exploring completely new genres of music (ie. Electronic, Bluegrass & Americana) as my current playlists now only cover about 1/8 of my weekly mileage.  Also digging around in other artists' playlists on Spotify like the one below by Electic Guest.  So many gems in there.

 

 5. When I tell my husband or kids that I'm going out for a run and they ask, "For how many?" they are referring to hours not miles.

6. When I only have eight miles left of a run I feel like I'm basically done.

7. I am burning through running shoes like candy.  Not great for the wallet.  And, no, I don't throw them out when they're shot.  I wear them to the ground.  And then a little more.

8. Squirrel's Nut Butter is my new best friend.  Never go anywhere without it.

9. I used to think a marathon was long.  Now I do one a week.  Usually on Monday.  Followed by a trip to the grocery store, a walk with my dogs, a few loads of laundry and then cross country practice.  Maybe a little Bed, Bath & Beyond if I have time.  I never know.

10. I used to think I drank a lot of coffee.  Ah ha ha ha.  Don't ask.

Listen to this:

You Do You - Bear In Heaven