Saturday was a mess. I was tired. Really tired. I actually came close to taking a nap a could of times on Saturday, but ... we were busy boxing stuff up for the move. Seriously, our house looks like a box bomb has hit it... More than once this week, I recalled how I could once fit all my earthly possessions into a Plymouth Horizon and be on my way. ... I have a grill now. That would take up most of such a car. We have a hutch. How do in the name of god do I get a hutch into my Element?
We box stuff up, throw stuff away, donate stuff, sell stuff ... and there is still MORE stuff. It is unbelievable. So all day Saturday I dozed to podcasts while boxing stuff up. Did not get out for anything. And that was probably a good thing.
Did I mention on Friday I did not see anyone on my hike up Green above the Gregory trail head? Not a soul. Today, Sunday was totally different - there had to be thousands of people out there on the hills out there Saturday mid day.
Early in the AM, I had to drop TZ's 'rents off at the airport. TZ and KZ had a rock climbing gig with the Girl Scouts. JZ and I got back to the house, grabbed some grub and headed to the hills with Hans (my in-laws' dog). We hiked up Green from the Flagstaff road. We saw Allison V with Sierra coming off Flag as we got out of our car. A few minutes above the Greenman/Ranger junction we ran into JV, looking strong. At the top, there had to be a dozen folks up there - including mountain adventure legend Buzz. There was even a guy up there with a damn parrot. Of course Hans, a bird dog was going ape-sh*t at the site of a tasty green bird. Thankfully, no feathers or fur were lost.
Some pix ... en route in the Element.
Hiking up ... that is not Green in the background but the NW shoulder of it ...
Cooling off on the way up ... one lays in the snow, the other puts it in his hat.
Looking back at Flagstaff, about 3/4 the way up Green. You can see the p-lot where we started.

Signing the register at the top.
JZ at the top of Green (we had cold pizza and oranges for lunch)
Still too short to use the mountain locator disk though!

Afterwards, we scooted back down the mountain and down Flagstaff road where we met up with the GS troop. Back to east county, dropped of Hans, picked up Lucy, got some water, yapped with TZ and headed back up to the hills. Lucy and I did not dig up Green but I knew we were making fair time. At the four way junction, I was wondering if we'd break 48. 30 seconds later I was thinking we could break 47. A minute later it was a run at 46. I finished up in 45:59.
That last stretch is a b*tch. Ascent Ace Scott E has done that section from the four way junction to the top as repeats to emulate the last section of Pikes - the 16 Golden Stairs. As I hiked with John today, I was telling him that this last section was tough, and I gave it a name - "The Silver Stairs." He agreed as he was doing it, it is tough! Of course, a lot of the step ups are a lot harder for him given his height! Or leg length!
I realized as I was running (uh, yes, I was running and it felt fine) that last section of the stairs, and this is a realization I come to periodically, when you are tired ... you can keep digging, keep going. The "stairs" burn, they hurt, you want to stop, ohgodyouwanttostop! ... but if you can (somehow) get past that, suddenly you can keep moving through it ... times begin to fall.
It felt good to roll a little bit. It did not hurt my stomach (going up never really seems to hurt it), and it was nice to sweat a bit. I realize that this is not the ideal sort of training for me, and hence, it is not the ideal sort of run up for me. There are sections that are "flatter" where I'd love to be able to open up and roll - but those are sections are don't because I can't / won't / ought not to stretch out on.
For what it is worth (fwiw), tonight it did not matter ... I was loving being out in the woods, working, running with my dog, listening to U2 (Joshua Tree) (dude, it was released the spring of my senior year of HS... of course I am biased!) (first two songs start with "I want to run ..." and "I have climbed highest mountain, I have run through the fields ..." ... yes cheesy as all get out but good running songs). I felt very alive. And that feels good.
Oh yeah ... I did not see ANYONE above the Gregory Canyon entrance. In fact, I only saw one person in Chautauqua when I headed out at 6:45 ... and that was Stefan G of Satan's Minion's fame. He biked in as I was getting ready to roll out. Before I even rolled out, he was running up the old ski trail. If you have never seen the Minions, you are missing the coolest thing in Boulder ever. These guys run up to the base of a Flatiron, scramble climb it, then run down to the base of another and do that again ... in ridiculous time.
Week in review ... a lot of vertical this week, easily more than 10K feet.. My stomach feels fine with this activity. It is the coughing, sneezing and sleeping I do that makes it hurt. Yes, as I sleep face down, I think it positions my hips in a way that bothers this thing.
- M - Green, 94 min RT
- T - Green, 85 min RT
- W - Green, 82 min RT
- Th - Treadmill at 15%, 70 min
- Fr - Green, 95 min RT
- Sa - rest
- Su - Green hike w/JZ, followed by Green 45:59 up; 80 RT.
Week was 506 minutes. This is less than what I'd like it to be (at least 10 hours, closer to 12), but ... well, it is what it is. I am nursing an injury. I feel much happier doing this sort of stuff (climbing in the hills) than trolling around on a bike! And considering that this week came with a day off ... well, not bad. Not great, but I will take what I can get these days in light of it all.
I keep getting this reminder to register for the BTMR tonight. I think I am going to have to play it safe and pass.
Congrats to Dave Mackey ... winner of Miwok 100K in record time. Dude - you continue to amaze us! (and if you can hold 7:30's over 62 miles over hill and dale, well ... show up next year!)
“All I want to do is drink beer and train like an animal.” Rod Dixon
GOOD NIGHT!