Not more than a couple hours after that last post I went out for a little run that turned into a long one. Of course, not enough food and not enough water, but it felt really great. 2 hours and 25 minutes. 17 hours seems like such a long ways away.
The link up: China Beach to China Beach running the Juan de Fuca trail to Parkinson then out to the Kludahk up and along to Meadow Cabin and out Maddie’s trail back to China… It would be in the ~100 km range with 4000 m of elevation and it would be awesome. If you do it/have done it send me a note. Me, I hope to do it within a couple of years with a target time of 17 hours. Yahoo!
Seven trees: three oaks and four douglas firs
on a point of dried grass and black, ice-smoothed
rock overlooking the Gorge inlet
just the right distance away for aesthetic framing
a 4 second walk if I cared to do so
instead I sit there through days
watching how the sun lights up the interior foliage
in the afternoon versus the glint off the water in the morning
and the difference December-green grass
and grey skies makes
my butt becomes wet and then dries again
some frost and a little snow
Shrieking traffic on the road behind me
until I’m back to where I started
toss out the rest of my coffee and,
walk the dog back home
and try to recount the year past
I think of mid-city sidewalks that inexplicably disappear.
Fuck me. Not all 50km runs are created equal. Worked after 10.5 hours of movement (of one kind or another) but stoked at the accomplishment. Finished most of the trail. Explored new (to me) realms of human experience and fatigue.
I felt way more wasted than I looked.
On a typical year for the last 8 years or so my birthday day would be spent with a basic list of items like this:
- beer for later
- +- friends
And that would be about it. Somehow I’d find the ocean and I would surf in it.
Last year, my birthday day was actually pretty shitty even though the days after were really nice. My birthday last year came a couple of weeks after my dad’s cancer diagnosis, I was at the beginning of a depression that I’m still in, my neck was going nuts so I was on muscle relaxers, and insomnia had me taking benedryl like it was going out of style. Benedryl plus muscle relaxers are a potent combo and by 3PM I was asleep at my desk at work. I went home and crawled into bed and slept until about 9PM. Woke up in a daze and went to a BBQ where no one knew it was my birthday. Blah.
This year is looking better. I already had a good time in the mountains with Liz. And I’ve got a very special day planned for tomorrow. The list for tomorrow looks like this:
- hydration pack with 1.5L of water
- 10 gels
- 3 cliff bars, dried mangos, dates
- sour candies
- basic first aide with tape, adhesive dressing, sterile pads, latex gloves, knife, lighter, benedryl
- GPS Watch
- light shell
- nuun electrolyte tabs
- cell phone
- pristine water treatment stuff
The plan is to leave Victoria at 5:30 and run the Kludahk trail plus the access roads. the trail is a 32 km route overlooking the Strait of Juan de Fuca from the alpine. It’s surrounded by blueberries, some old growth and a lot of clear cutting. There are cabins (in case of emergency) and boardwalks and stuff. If it all works out I will have run a number of miles equal to my new age. In kilometers that’s around 57. Yahoo. Much better than being stoned out and depressed in bed all day. better than surfing? jury is still out.
A trip report will follow.