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Snow, Ice, Rain and Orcas 50k Round 2

I'm going to be very honest, I've been dreading this blog post.

Lack of inspiration to write I would assume.

To be frank, lack of motivation to do anything and writing is at the top of the list.

But here I am, on my fourth version of this blog post and still not very satisfied with any form of sentence I string together.

It's okay, I tell myself.

Not all things can be all sunshine and butterflies, but within every experience there is a lesson to be learned. Lately I've gotten a lot of those-

lessons

.

Life waving its finger at me saying “

Sawna, you should know better

”.

But

Alas!

I do what I want, 

don't listen to my body, 

don't let myself recover and inevitably end up with a lingering injury for over a month that I just can't shake.

There is no one to blame

but myself.

Several lessons to be learned.

Thus, do not do as I do.

If anything... learn from what I do and do better.

ha.

Alright, so where are we?

Orcas Island 50k

, yes.

My second time! (

Read my first racereport HERE

).

Let me begin this series of lessons with a bing of pain I felt in my calf early December- a strain in my soleus.\ I attempted to rest but my source of income demands me to be on my feet...

all day long.

Instead of running, I filled my time with yoga; stretching, hiking and a bunch of pity parties that I've gotten pretty good at throwing.

It lingered, it got better, it got worse, it got better again but it never stuck.

The week leading up to the race it seemed to feel fine, I was able to run- albeit very slowly, but run nonetheless.

I told myself that I would go thru with Orcas, but it wouldn't be a “race” like I intended on initially when I signed up.

If I woke up Saturday morning and didn't feel 100% I would volunteer or walk the entire course... at least that's what I told myself.

The Thursday before the race I found myself chatting up a storm with Rich founder of

VFE

while receiving a sports massage. 

I was shocked at how good my body felt as I walked out and felt a bit more confident going into the weekend.

Flying into Seattle I knew I would be in for a treat.

We began Friday with a mini tour for Tony, for his first time visiting Seattle. 

It included some touristy places like Pikes market, the gum wall as well as some hot apple cider, cinnamon rolls and cookies- galore!

When you're EXTREMELY late for the ferry yet you somehow still make it as one of the last cars- YOU CHEER!

Smile guys ;)

Unlike last years race, this weekend's weather was to be a stormy one; snow, rain you name it!

Being a SoCal girl, I welcomed it with opened arms.

Literally.

As we drove to Anacortes, the window down, my head and arms flaring out trying to catch the snowflakes graciously floating from the sky.

"The adventure begins"

, I tell myself.

BAGS PACKED

Look guys.... SNOW!

Saturday morning we awoke to a bunk house full of eager faces.

It was slightly raining outside and we all began preparing for the days adventure.

Coffee in hand I couldn't bare to drink it, overwhelmed with doubt about today's quest.

I am no stranger to doubt, lately she visits quite often but doesn't linger too long.

I pushed her to the side and let the excitement of being outdoors control my morning instead of the negativity of doubt.

Slightly creepy photo by Tony Hart ;)

Checking in was a breeze and the minutes before the race started was used to say hi to all the friends I've made in the PNW these last few years of running Rainshadow races.

James pre race details "it's raining... be careful... possible ice... be careful"

So many friendly faces to greet, to hug, to catch up with that time flew by and suddenly we were all outside listening to the clock tick down.

It was still raining as we set off and Orcas 50K began.

I am trying to find the right words to describe how I felt the first few miles of the race.

I wish I looked this good.... 

The way I picture it is one of those waving inflatable arm-flailing tubes you'd find at promotional stores.

I know how to run, but somehow couldn't seem to connect my brain to my flailing body parts and heavy breathing.

It was painfully difficult to stay slow, catch my breathing and not speed up like my brain wanted to do.

It helped that the road was filled with ice and snow, demanding my attention with every foot strike.

See flailing arms... and Joel makes the photo a winner. Photo by the amazing Glenn

Still, once past the first climb on the road, I was unable to get a hold of my breathing nor my wacky arm movements and posture.

Feeling the extra 10 pounds I'd gained from my lack of activity this last month- each leg was it's own wooden log I had to drag across the trail. (It happens, I know)

The first half of the race, to be quite honest, was not fun.

I didn't enjoy how my I felt, how slow I was going and I was really letting myself get upset over it.

Arguments formulated in my mind as I quickly gave in to them.

Have you had one sided arguments with yourself?

It's not fun nor is it productive but still, I continued on.

I had regretted my extra jacket I wore and had to pull to the side to remove it- it was cold but not that cold.

Once I felt I had a good groove going back on the trail, I had quickly remembered setting my phone on the ground when removing said jacket and had to turn around to retrieve it.

Ohhhh my phone, the least of my worries.

Back in the right direction I found with my persistent attempt to keep my pace down, my breathing light and my mind clear- I began to feel the motion of running becoming easier and easier.

With that I let myself gain speed.

Mind you, this is around 16-17 miles.

The negative Nancy that had been occupying my thoughts the first half of the race finally disappeared.

HELLLOOOOO Positive Polly!

What took so long?

My breathing began to normalize as I stayed present on the trail.

Although I found most of the sections leading up to the Powerline trail to be very runnable, with the snow and ice it began extremely dangerous and slippery.

ICE ICE BABY

I was most thankful for wearing tights when I found myself face planted on the trail. 

My knees caked in mud while adrenaline shoots through my very core.

I arrived at the third aid station, North Arch mile 20.3 of the race feeling warmed up and pretty excited for the Powerline trail.

I grabbed a pickle and a corner of a PB&J and quickly set off. 

(

Apparently that's the only thing that I wanted- I eat 3 sets of those and that was it

)

"Take it easy Sawna"

, I told myself.

Although I may have felt great, 

may have felt as though I could push it, 

I had to tell myself that to keep it slow.

Nothing is worth injuring myself further.

So I paced myself alongside a guy from Seattle.

Seth I believe is his name.

I stuck next to him and we conversed the first half the trail.

I ran every moderately flat or downhill section in order to break up the arduous climb that is Powerline trail.

I knew I was going slower than last year and I was ok with it.

Hand on knees, pushing each foot forward- the slight rain began to change to snow.

I couldn't help my smile and be thankful for the beautiful sight.

Despite the slippery trail, running while it snows is a magical experience and I was giggly from it.

I felt great!

What an opposite feeling from this morning.

Every ounce of my body was awake and moving forward with such ease.

WHY CANT EVERY RUN BEGIN THIS WAY?

Oh yeah... maybe if I trained it would.

I fell into a nice rhythm as I climbed Mt. Constitution, the final big climb before the last aid station and long descent to the finish.

The trail was packed with snow and I found it difficult to grasp the trail with each step, slipping slightly backward with each step forward.

Nothing at this point bothered me, my thoughts were filled with the scenery that surrounded me.

Light puffy balls of snow floating down from the sky, finally resting on its new home along the trail.

The time went by in slow motion, feeling as though I was merely a guest of the moment and thanking mother nature for this glimpse of beauty.

The climb barely phased me as I watched the dark green mossy trees slowly get covered by a blanket of snow.

What a view!

It's not something I get to experience too often and its these moments I cherish so deeply.

I jogged up to Mt. Constitution, where the aid station was supposed to be (it was moved due to icy roads) and was quickly greeted by Joel who was petting a dog and chatting up some locals.

We were able to enjoy some of the trail together, like we did last year.

From Mt. Consitution the views were stunning from what you could see between the clouds and snowflakes. I waved to Glenn as I ran by him in what was the perferct photo opt! 

THANK YOU GLENN! 

(

I can not imagine how LONG he spent cold up there taking pictures of the entire run... support his work by buying his photos!!!)

With the knowledge of the last decent before me and with no more major climbs to come I was feeling a rush of excitement.

This section was purely magical, letting myself give in to gravity and run the final descent.

The trees glistened as I breezed by, passing a few runners just as excited as I was to welcome the food and drink at our final end where James would be giving out high fives.

At this point I felt great.

No aches or pains or discomfort- just happiness.

For a moment I wished it didn't have to end, the reason why I enjoy longer races is because I normally have a second wind at the end of a 50k and can push for a stronger second part of a race if it were, say, double the distance.

But I digress.

I am welcomed to a solid congrats from James and a high five as I pass the finish line and I couldn't be happier with the days event.

Despite my initial doubt, I overcame my disbelief in myself and got it done.

The race may not have went the way I intended on it to, but I'll take what I can get. 

Congrats Tony!!! Orcas was his first Ultra distance!

Joels "This is how I really feel" photo

Post race is the reason I race at all!

Pizza, beer, and endless happy smiles and conversation with amazing like minded folk.

It was great to catch up with so many friendly faces and talk about each amazing race experience.

With the conditions the way that they were, each of us handled the monstrous weather and came out alive to tell our tales.

Our bunkhouse was filled with some strong runners and overall amazing people.

One of my favorite conversations was with a couple from Montana and it was about, shockingly,

AVOCADOS.

Don't get me started.

I can talk about avocados

... all.... day... long.

Also my avocado may have exploded hence why I had to share it with my new friends...

Bacon avocados guys.... drool

It was a pretty stellar weekend to say the least.

Back in Seattle, I was able to catch up with some friends and get stuck in an insane snow storm.

Always an adventure.

Wine tasting with our friend Mandy while planning our Rim to Rim to Rim trip in May!

Snowstorm+flight changed to next day= Night snowshoeing

Sawna+ snow= KID

Over 8 inches of snow over night. This happens regularlry in Issaquah right?

I don't remember the last time I made a snow angel.

Snowshoeing

I'm sorry I'm not sorry

I'm definitely very happy to be back home after a weekend of constant stimuli.

Still, with lingering pains as I write this post. 

This week, with zero dog runs on my agenda, I've decided to take a break from running and focus on recovery.

This is new for me.

I'll let you know how it goes...

All this blog writting makes for a ruff time for Juniper. I'm paw-sitive she needs attention

Till next time,

Peace, love and happiness.  

I know... love for all the memes! But seriously, I have Gorge 100k in 8 weeks.. yikes!

Mind vs The Mountains: A mental battle of strength

I don't know where I am.

I sit- stuffed in a box.

My hands on both sides and yet still touching my face.

Completely confined in this restricted space- with the little space that I was given.

You see, I was put here.

Why?

You ask.

Well, that is what I'm about to tell you.

As I sit here in this thick glass cube I can barely see through the gloom that surrounds me and you know what I see?

I see me.

But it's not me, it's an impersonator!

A fragment of who I am.

We shall call her Doubt.

Doubt is what controls my being when I'm lacking the motivation or the strength to do what I believe makes me happy.

That very idea of happiness is questioned.

And instead I am overcome by a darkness, a lack of mental strength, an overwhelming amount of negativity and most of all doubt-

doubt in myself.

Many times I find myself in this situation, whether it's by an injury, poor diet, stress levels, and possibly just a mere lack of motivation.

A month ago I raced

Javelina 100

and ran my way back into a re injured right ankle.

I brushed it off as a mere ache.

This "ache" ignited every morning once my foot hit the ground- ultimately making me train less.

Inevitably with less training, I'm more willing to eat poorly and drink more thus jumping into a downward spiral head first..

Doubt swooped in, and took charge of the situation.

It's Monday and I wake already lethargic before my day has even begun.

It's gloomy out and the sun has yet to begun rising and yet here I am.

The construction next door that seems to have been going on for years starts at the crack of dawn.

I consider it a free alarm clock.

Pouring my coffee I shift around the filter and eventually it breaks and leaks all the grinds into my already filled cup.

Sigh.

So it's going to be one of those days.

If I could I'd crawl back into bed and pull the sheets over my head but I have an appointment for a dog run and the construction noise is enough to get me out of the apartment swiftly.

The morning continues like clock work.

A ritual I perform almost 4 days a week.

With the day off I feel as though I should do something productive and I send my friend a running invite.

I immediately regret the offer.

The idea of sleep overwhelms me.

I don't have the energy.

I'm too tired.

My foot aches.

Listening to Doubt give me all the excuses on why I shouldn't go- I confirm with my friend and eventually meet him off Lake and Loma Alta dr. At the cusp of what is called Echo Mountain, a portal to the San Gabriel Mountains front range.

On January 6th 1993,

Echo Mountain

was delineated as part of the Mount Lowe Railway monument. ON top of the mountain are the ruins of the "White City", a resort along the scenic Mount Lowe Railway, which could easily be seen from the valley below. Echo Mountain's name is derived from the number of repetitions one's voice could emit into Castle Canyon. During the days of the Mount Lowe Railway "echophones" were set up to assist in voice projections near the best sweet spot.

Doubt reminds me to say that I'll be going extra slow today,

that I'm not strong enough to push myself.

It had rained all day the prior day making the trails very soft.

We converse the entire way to echo mountain and then splitting off to Castle Canyon, one of the steeper routes to Inspiration Point.

The more I hike up the mountain the more sense of relief my body feels.

I could feel the goosebumps shoot down my body as I look out- What a sight!

"

A gift

", I thought.

A precious gift, a spectacle, a show given by mother nature.

We stop a mere minute to enjoy some trail butter and jelly wrapped tortillas made by Tony, my partner in crime for the day. (Along with my sidekick Juniper the ultradog as well).

I can't believe I almost missed this.

With this new burst of energy we continue forward before our bodies get too cold.

On toward Mt Lowe.

Tony and I continue our slow jog up and stop almost instantly when we turned the corner of the trail.

I tilt my head back to face the sky.

A beautiful sight lay before me and I feel the bone chattering cold take over my body.

This

is

incredible.

We continue climbing upward toward Mt. Lowe in a giggle fest.

We are completely stunned at the cloud spectacle before us.

Any ounce of doubt, negativity, or pain escaped me long ago.

It didn't matter

how fast I ran.

It didn't matter

if I received the CR (Course Record on Strava) for this section.

It didn't matter

if it was even recorded.

I was thankful to be outside, so very thankful to enjoy this gift.

I threw my hands in the air and screamed

THANK YOU

at the top of my lungs.

Time stood still, and I rejoiced in the splendor of that moment.

Nothing else mattered.

And for the rest of the run, leaving doubt behind, I remembered what a gift this truly is.

The trails, the beautiful weather, the company- all things I need to remember to appreciate despite having a set back.

I realized I may not always be at my peak performance pace and I'm ok with that.

Driving home that evening I was glowing with the days events.

Wishfully thinking that all days in the future will be exactly like today.

 It's Tuesday night, I'm working and it's 9:30 pm.

Stress overwhelms me with tomorrows activities.

Doubt tells me to cancel.

Doubt tells me I can't do it.

I brush doubt aside and know I can at least try.

My mental strength holding on to what strings it has left and begins to rebuild itself.

With a dog run appointment early at 7.

I carpool with my roommate Derek and Juniper and drop them off at the trail head.

Not knowing whether both dogs would get along I didn't want to run them together unless having a meeting on trail.

After my dog appointment Derek, Juniper and I make our way to Sierra Madre where we are to pick up Tony and off we go.

Where do you ask?

It's Los Angeles best kept secret!

Please don't tell anyone.

Do you really want to know?

Well for the non Angelinos...

it's the mountains.

Just like Echo Mountain and Mt. Lowe, the San Gabriel Mountains offer a wide range of spectacle.

And today we are headed to Mt. Baldy.

Mount San Antonio, colloquially referred to as

Mt. Baldy,

is the highest peak of the

San Gabriel Mountains

, and the highest point in Los Angeles County.

Mount San Antonio's sometimes snow-capped peaks are visible on clear days and dominate the view of the

Los Angeles Basin

skyline.

The peak is pyramid shaped, with a steep south face (Baldy Bowl) and a shallower north face. The summit is accessible via a number of connecting ridges along hiking trails from the north, east, south and southwest.

Snow!

In Los Angeles-

you wouldn't believe it.

We try to keep it a secret, we try to not give it so much hype.

But today, right now- I'll show you!

We had a group of impressive runners today including Juniper my ultra dog sidekick.

We decided to go up the skihut, not even considering the dangers that devils backbone could produce.

I was already tired from the days events yet glowing from excitement for the adventure that lays ahead.

The sun was shining and we all slowly stripped off layers of clothing.

The entire group minus Tony and me were in tights and extra layers on top and were now understanding why we stuck to our shorts.

The sun kissed us with warmth despite the snow on the ground.

Welcoming us to it's gift from a few night ago, patches of snow carpet the trail once leaving the ski hut.

Hikers pass us expressing their concern of our lack of equipment.

We brush them off knowing full well what we are doing.

With this being Baldy's first snow and it still being fresh- the need for spikes was not dire.

With each turn, the trails gifted us with soft snow beneath our feet delicately commanding our attention as the technicality rewards those with short attentions spans a hefty mouthful of cold rock hard ice patches.

I took a moment to thank my body for this amazing gift of endurance, both physical and mental.

For ultras are not just for who are fit but who have the mental strength to continue forward despite the distance and demand on the body.

For we all can

DNF

(did not finish) because we didn't feel like pushing through or we can test our mental strength and finish despite possibly being

DFL

(dead fucking last).

Along the ridge line before the summit we feel it-

the wind.

Despite the heat emanating from the sun, the wind blew a bone chilling cold.

From where we were we could see the blizzard at the top, almost arms reach away.

Here we go!

We reach the peak and mini bullets of snow pummel our face and bodies.

Juniper looks for a spot to hide from the fierce wind and yet cant find relief.

As quickly as we summit- we are off the peak and begin our descent down back to the Ski Hut.

Once we pass the ski hut the snow disappears and the trail allows you to gain momentum.

What a relief it was to let my legs stretch out from all the jarring technical terrain.

From that point I realized how amazing my body felt.

Not for a moment did I question any aches or pains or even fatigue.

Adrenaline rushing through me along with pure happiness.

OHHHHH endorphins... how sweet you are and how addicted I am to you!

We hit the fire road and for the first time in what seems like months I finally feel as though I can open up my stride and run down.

My feet feeling as though barely touching the trail, they move swiftly sin any ounce of pain.

WHAT A DAY!

A true friendsgiving spent doing something we are all passionate about- running in the mountains.

I'm sitting in the box, the cube I've been placed in and it almost feels like cardboard.

A thin material that envelopes me, it's dark here yet there is lights seeping through the cracks.

I feel the warmth against my check, my left calf and my pinky.

I embrace it, with a new feeling overcoming my body.

Hope.

Strength.

It's starting to build.

Through the cracks I can see myself in the distance, Doubt.

You little son-of-a-bitch.

She looks nervous.

It's Monday again and I wake with a sudden alertness.

Despite working till nearly 1 am I am awake before my alarm clock and again before the sun.

This week will be different.

This week is when I start rebuilding my strength and balance.

I'm heading back to the gym.

Crossfit Ganbatte

for their endurance wod.

I can't stress enough how welcoming this group is and how vital it is to find someone, whether a coach or a trainer that understands what you as an athlete needs.

As an ironman athlete and ultra runner, coach and owner JP is one bad ass mother f'er.

It's comforting to be surrounded by like minded endurance athletes all looking to become stronger in their sport.

After class I rushed over to my dog running appointment and head out for a five mile run.

Today is my day off from work which means I have another opportunity to play in the mountains.

I re consider that idea.

Perhaps I should rest.

Maybe I'm pushing myself too much?

With a quick text from Vince, solidifying our meet time- I'm out of the door before you could say Mt. Baldy.

And that's where I'm headed.

Again.

I sit in front of Vinces house waiting for him to get back from a run with some other friends.

YES, I'm a bit ticked that we are starting an hour later but tardiness with Vince is inevitable(Vince is fully aware of this and I am too).

I am filled with worry that it'll get icy, it'll get cold, we won't have time for anything before the sun set.

I get anxious and hurry Vince as he brushes away my anxiety with jokes and puns.

Arriving to Manker Flats, we are met with several hikers leaving.

Knowing full well my dream of using my snow shoes would not pan out so instead I pack my spikes and grab my hiking poles and we head past Ski Hut trail to Register Ridge.

Register Ridge

Steeper than most of the other standard routes up Mt. Baldy. You gain about 2600 ft. of elevation in 1.7 miles. There is also an optional short Class 3 rock climb that you can do (option to hike around available).

The use trail fades away just before you get to the Devils Back Bone trail where you have the option to continue upwards toward Mt. Hardwood peak or left toward Mt Baldy Peak (or right back down Devils backbone toward the lodge and eventually to the parking lot).

Vince and I banter basically the entire way up Register Ridge.

I move extra slow- starting to feel the soreness in my hamstrings from the dead lift done earlier in the morning.

He makes fun of my hiking poles, being a mountain goat himself- he doesn't understand their use.

I slip and slide a little.

Thankful for my new

Salomon sense pro trail shoes.

These shoes have been great for technical trails along with wet terrain.

My feet were TOASTY!

My fear of time loss quickly escaped as we reached the top.

Vince had made the executive decision of not going to Baldy peak but Hardwood instead.

It's closer and with the sun quickly fading- we are less likely to be stuck in the dark.

Just before we hit the backbone trail we are almost knee deep in snow, unable to find the "trail".

Following another set of tracks we continue upward- knowing that is the only direction.

I am amazed at how warm I feel despite the frigid wind.

Thankful for such quality shoes in such insane wet weather.

Having a lot of friends outside of Los Angeles, and mostly outside of California.

They are normally shocked at our quality of mountains when I show photos or post my daily activities.

I know, it's pretty astonishing.

A 10K mountain in our backyard!

Say whhhhhhat?

 We are pretty blessed with these local trails.

I know you probably correlate LA with traffic, high rises, beach life, and obnoxious people.

But when I describe Los Angeles I portray the

mountains, nature, weather, and wonderful outgoing people

.

It does exist outside of the Pacific Northwest ;)

I have an some pretty stellar runs in the San Gabriel Mountains.

Some of my most favorite times have been the last two that I've written about.

But this takes the cake.

I can officially name it my favorite time on

ANY mountain.

Which says a lot.

The photos may not due the moment we had justice- but it comes pretty close.

I find myself back in the box, or what was the box.

The once thick confining cube I sat in lays fragile blanketing my body.

The once thick darkness opens up to fresh mountain air.

I stretch my legs out- wondering why it seemed so hard to move before when it comes effortlessly now.

The box disappears.

I stand up with strength beaming from my toenails to my dark brown bun.

And that's when I see her...

Doubt.

With happiness, shoulders back, head up high I walk toward her with a new sense.. an overwhelming sense of confidence and

POOF!

She's gone.

With her sense of doubt, darkness or weakness that I may have felt overridden with a new power.

The knowledge and understanding that when life gets turbulent it can also quickly become calm if you just believe and be patient.

Mental strength is just as vital as your bodies endurance.

Believing in yourself is the first step toward building that physical strength.

No, I may not be as strong of a runner as I have been but I feel like my mental strength has truly grown.

When I think of past races, it hasn't been my key endurance training that aided me in finished rather my mental strength that enabled me to keep moving forward during low moments and just continue even when I feel like shit. (or when I raced with sprained ankle at Broken Arrow but I also never have laughed that much and had so much fun during a race).

I can run any given day for any given distance when I'm feeling great- any one can!

It's having some degree of mental strength to keep you moving when you aren't having a good day instead of just quiting.

My body put me through that test this month.

Challenging me everyday.

Putting me through what seemed like an ultra marathon just to make it through a day.

I've enjoyed the journey- embraced the suck and continue forward.

What I can do now is work on my weakness instead of embracing doubt and rebuild.

Become stronger and efficient in every aspect-

not just in the mountains.

Sometimes in life, your situation will keep repeating itself  until you learn your lesson.

I think I'm starting to learn that lesson...

Till next time,

Peace, love and happiness.

Postscript:

My computer from 2006 is on its last leg. The amount of time it takes me to write, edit, sycronize photos, links, etc. on this computer is MIND BLOWING.

Hey Monday, it's been real nice sitting on the couch allllll day.

Thankfully both Juniper and I spent allll day in the mountains yesterday (and then I worked a closing shift at work) to allow some rest today...

I believe in a new computer is in my near future... maybe.

Javelina Jundred- Running 100 miles in an oven.

Photo by Sweet M Images

(Current music selection as I write)
It's 11:36pm on October 31st, a date most would reference as Halloween.
I gather all of my things and quickly escape the madness that is my work; a dive bar on Hollywood Blvd. Just finishing up an 8 hour shift as I walk, hobble at best, quickly out before the last strings of my sanity snap.

An eight hour shift here is not ideal, it's definitely a longer shift than normal and despite carrying miles in the hills, right now my feet beg for a minute's rest. Fatigues, sore, restless- my poor body screams for recovery time that I have stolen from it. You see, dear friends, in order to have the time off to run in the desert I had to be available to work on Halloween only the day after hopefully completing 100 miles. Boo. No really, boohoo.

An agreement I made just three weeks prior when I finally signed up for Javelina.
Was it worth it?
An answer I haven't quite confirmed as of yet.
 


A short tease of the Trail Running Film Festival the night before the race.


It's almost 4pm on Saturday, October 29th and I'm running into Coyote Camp aid station.
I instantly spot several friends; Raul, Carlos, Dean and Howie yet all I can focus on is:
DO NOT PASS OUT before the ice bucket.
My eyes fixate on it.

Despite leaving Jeadquarters just a few miles earlier fully drenched, my body packed with ice, I am now bone dry and feel as though my skin is melting.
Strike that, maybe my skin really IS melting.

 



I need ice and I need it fast.
Quickly mumbling my hellos to the gang I try to reset.
 At every aid station they have buckets of ice water with sponges and I soak my entire body.
My body shivering in shock.
I start to regain mental stability as I talk to my friend Howie who is out supporting and photographing all our friends who are running this toasty desert race.

  


"It's so hot!!" is the first thing that comes out of my mouth.
A statement made countless times throughout the day in this TRIPLE digit heat.
I spent a significant amount of time at this aid attempting to reset my over-exhausted body and prepare myself until next aid at Jackass, six and a half miles ahead.

As I begin running from the aid station any happiness regained from the ice refresher quickly escaped as I try to mentally prepare myself for my least favorable section.
This heat is unbearable.
I try to stay close to the man with the blue compression socks.
As weird as that sounds I'm awfully tired of running alone.
Quickly agreeing with whatever pace he keeps I continue my quest forward.
One step in front of the other.
Avoiding any loose rocks that may further hurt my right ankle, this next section is the most technical .
photo by Howie Stern

  

My body screams with fatigue.
My mind fights off my will to stop.
Within each step I feel the tightness of my legs and the shooting pain in my ankle and I beg myeslf to make it end.
Any mental strength I had escaped me long ago.
Why am I putting myself through this?
A question I asked myself countless times throughout the day.
Slowly everything starts to fade.
The vibrant desert color turns into shades of grey.
From the split ends of my crisping braided hair to the aching pain in my toe nails every molecule of my being envelopes this darkness.
       

It's 4am on Friday October 28th and I've woken up 20 minutes before my alarm.
Accepting the earlier rising time I quickly call Juniper over for a quick snuggle before the morning madness begins.
I'm in the guest bedroom of my parents house- where my sweet angel child will be staying over the weekend.
We snuggle for a minute longer and I quickly assess what needs to be done before driving to Sierra Madre and then to Arizona.
My dad makes me coffee the way I like it,
hints of coconut oil and almond milk in a very dark roast gives off the perfect taste.
Walking out to my car I notice there was a guest appearance of rain at some point in the night.
Yawning, I start my car and wave to my dad who never leaves the side walk until I'm out of sight.
I'm so grateful to have my parents so close.
If it was up to Juniper- she'd never leave their house.
She's definitely spoiled with love their and for that I am forever grateful.


The drive to Arizona was uneventful.
The closer we got the more anxious I became.
I felt like a puppy- in the back seat filled with so much excitement I could stick my head out the window as drool escaped my open mouth sun kissing my face.
This year's race invited several friends from all parts of the country and I was eager to share this experience with them.

Hoping my Frida Kahlo costume would win this years costume contest (ran with a drawn in unibrown and mustache and still didnt win)


The 15th Annual Javelina Jundred will take place October 29 – 30, 2016 staged out of the Four Peaks Staging Area at McDowell Mountain Regional Park north of Fountain Hills, Arizona. The 100 Mile distance will be comprised of one 22.3 mile loop that incorporates the Escondido Trail on the far East Side of the park and four 19.45 mile loops on the popular Pemberton, Shallmo, and Cinch Trails.
   

 


 

This will be my second time here at Javelina Jundred, last year being my first completed 100 mile distance.
A weekend I constantly explain as one of the best weekends of my life.
Making new friends on the trail and feeling strong the entire race.
I couldn't wait to come back!
Photo by Howie Stern

It's been twenty minutes since I left Coyote Camp aid station.
I'm 46 miles into Javelina Jundred and I've embraced every negative thought possible.
As I continue to leap frog with the man in the blue compression socks I plan my inevitable end to this race.
Do I trip myself and fall?
Do I blame my rolled ankle?
Should I throw my leg against a cactus?  




My dnf is inevitable- there is absolutely no way I will continue to torture myself.
Why did I think I could do this?
Why didn't I train properly?
Why didn't I heat train?
Why did I spend so much time in the mountains when this is far from a mountain course?

So many questions flood my mind.
Regret weighing heavy in my heart.

Three days prior I held a number 46, waiting for my food after running the Feet Feet Halloween pub run.
I jokingly knocked on wood stating that there's no doubt that I'll make it past 46 miles.
But here I am.
Mile 46 and planning my demise.

The sun beats down on my body, pushing my body closer toward a DNF acceptance.
I take a sip out of my nathan handheld.
The large chuncks of ice have quickly melted into small bits.
My skin is crisping, already several shades darker than just this morning.
Feeling the pain, I wonder how I'll survive a full day a work in a mere two days.

I moan to myself.
My body aches.
I recall every twist and turn that is made from Coyote Camp to Jackass and I feverishly await it to be over.
Walking hurts more than to run so I pace myself into an ultra shuffle.
Trying to keep any resembles of structure in my form as I count down the seconds till the next ice bucket bath.
100k is a good distance I assure myself.
There is no need to continue forward when the option to stop dangles right infront of me so teasingly.

This is not fun.
Not fun at all.
I continue to dig myself deeper into the pain cave.
Hating myself for putting myself into this situation.

The man in blue and I pass several people standing on the side of the trail.
Bent over, hands on knees, salt crystals glistening from their forehead as they mutter that their ok.
Countless people are overheating, exhausted and just plain wiped by this heat.
Myself included.

    

Meet Frida Kahlo- my chosen Halloween Costume   
By the second loop I changed into my Boa chilli pepper shorts. I'm also wearing unmatching Stance socks- apparently I only own one sock in every color now.

This idea of pushing our limits, seeing how far we can go- seems like a pretty selfish thing to demand from our bodies.
We eagerly sign up for these races and push our bodies in order to train for the distance.
The races are always difficult.
Pain is inevitable.
It's supposed to be hard.
If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. The hard... is what makes it great.
During every race I run, I promise myself to take a break from this taxing activity.
Yet once I finish, I've already broken that promise and begin searching for the next opportunity to put myself through that pain again.
Pain is, nevertheless, a prominent aspect of this sport.
It's something that needs to be overcome.
We run in discomfort, we put ourselves in this situation.
Discomfort is what we seek.
I find myself embracing the feeling and looking forward to that second, third, or forth wind during each race that I know will inevitably happen.
At least I hope it comes.

Not today though.
I have yet to establish any ounce of momentum.
That first wind never happened, any thoughts that any second or third escape my mind.
My body never seemed to accept what I was doing.

Despite the discomfort and definite unhappiness I continue running forward finally arriving at Jackass Junction.
That ice bucket my target.
I am quickly enveloped in a hug by Uncle J who asks me if I'm sick and that I do not look well.

Uncle J  is known for his perceptive abilities. An ultra psychic?

Um... duh!
I don't feel well.
I'm hot.
I'm unhappy.
My body hurts.
The complaining continues in my head but I'll I can manage to say is I'm great.
You're a liar Sawna.
Liar liar and you're pants are on fire.
Well, pretty much.
   

The next section is quite possibly my favorite, energized or not.
A simple glimpse of hope- a slight downhill toward the next aid and then Jeadquarters.
But Sawna, you're legs hurt remember!
You're neausus.
Your ankles hurt.
Your right foot is shooting pain upwards.
and don't forget you're overheating.
Reminders going through my head that yes, constantly go through but despite that I run.
I begin to pick up speed.
Everything hurts- EVERYTHING!
But as I gain momentum, everything starts to hurt less and I continue forward.
Step by step.


At this point in the day the sun is slowly setting offering a slight rest from the heat.
Instead of 100 degrees, it may be in the high 80's at this point.
Still warm but bearable.

I continue forward and  Egan passing people.
Man in blue WHERE ARE YOU?
I believe he was still at the aid station when I left.
We may have barely spoken a few sentences to each other but it was comforting to know someone was around.
I'm overwhelmed by lonieless.
At this point I see Jimmy.
And my heart almost explodes with happiness.
A friendly face.

If I actually had fluids to support tear production I would've started crying there and then.
I was overwhelmed, to say the least.
We ran together for a bit and I shared my fears and how my body felt.
He didn't say too much, suffering on his own level I bet, but what he did say was encouraging and motivating.
A man I hold so much respect for that any words he said I held onto.
Stay positive, Sawna he repeated.
You look strong, he added.

And you know what- deep down inside this machine of a body I've been given, things started to look up.
I continued forward, faster.
A thought pops in my head that hasn't been there all day.
I can do this.
I can.

I start reciting the mantra from last years race.
I am cool.
I am calm.
I am powerful.
I am a machine.
I AM A FUQUIN MACHINE

A memory quickly pops into my mind.
Going for a run the day after a leg circuit at crossfit ganbatte where I did pistol squats for the first time.
My body was wrecked- but I still ran through the pain.
   

And today- my legs didn't feel half as bad.
So I ran harder.
From Jackass to Rattlesnake ranch I clock in a 9-10 minute pace- body slowly feeling better.
At the aid station I finally pee for the second time (the first being at mile 52).
I realized my mistake of intaking too much sodium and was currently trying to render the problem.
I eat another handful of dates, pickles and a few potatoes- the only things that look slightly appetizing for me in my current state.
This year the aid stations are not stocked with avocados, to my dismay.
I, however, brought plenty.

Leaving the aid station, coke in hand, I strike up a conversation with a fellow and we begin to run together.
We chat a bit but mostly just run.
Running felt weirdly good.
And forward we went.
Step by step.

Until we were in a a parking lot, obviously not on course.
Shit.
My heart drops.
We turn around and run back the way we come and notice a hard right we missed.
Only a couple minutes were lost and before you know it we are back to a good speed- toward Jeadquarters.

You can do this!
You can do this Sawna.

I am cool.
I am calm.
I am powerful.
I am a machine.
I AM A FUQUIN MACHINE

The idea of dropping never phased me again.
Being able to pick up Colton as my pacer gave me hope and I was plain out excited to have a running partner.

Colton, if you know him- you love him.
If you don't know him- you should.
Just being in his presence made my heart sing.
His positivity radiated and was contagious.
We shuffled along and talked about nearly everything all while picking up tons of trash along the way.
(Shocking how much trash was left on course).

Time flew by and about 100 I'm sorries later we were back at Jeadquarters and I picked up Peter.
(I kept apologizing for wining, going ultra slow and/or for just really breathing too loud- I would say I'm sorry alot).

Picking up Peter went smoothly.
And as soon as I got to Jeadquarters it seemed as though I was already on my way out with him in tow.

Peter flew in from Denver, Colorado the night before and I was extremely thankful he offered to run a loop with me.
Just a few months ago roles were reversed as he completed Angeles Crest 100 in sub 24 hours- an amazing accomplishment.

We continued in a forward motion.
My body seriously drained and I reminded Peter that every, I don't know, every few minutes or maybe seconds.
From Rasttlesnake ranch to Jackass- my least favorite section (incase you've forgotten).
Unfortunately during this leg of the section, I ran out of water about three miles out.
All day long, running with one handheld and then two- never did I run out of water.
Yet around midnight when you think it wouldve been nice and cold.
It was still HOT!
This is probably when I felt the worst and going the slowest.
But Peter kept me positive and prepped me for what I needed at the aidstation.
Seeing Jackass Junction sent a bolt of happiness through my veins- getting fluids in me was a top priority!
I chugged many liquids; gatorade, water and then left with coke.

Recharging I kept walking and with a ping of excitment I remind myself:
You CAN do this.
Sawna you ARE doing this.
YOURE A FAQUIN MACHINE!

I begin running- well what resembled running at mile 92.
And I ran over 4 miles of the section before I decided we should be at the next aid already.

The last few miles were a blur.
But what I do know is we continued ran.
I picked up speed as I could see the light of Jeadquarders getting closer.

I never want to do this again I thought.
Fighting back tears I remembered the feeling that I never for a second thought I'd be here.
Mile 99 and running after the torture that was today.
Pushing ones physical limits and pain barrier need not, however, be everyone's goal.
Not normally mine.
But there is a part of me that wants to see how far I can go.
We exercise for several reasons and to me- I don't see this as exercise.
I see this as an adventure- a quest that I must take.

I gain more speed as I enter the headquarters and sprint to the finish where Peter and Consuela wait.
I fight back the tears as I walk straight to the Coyote tent and crash into the nearest chair without even the slightest idea of what time I finished.
66 seconds slower than last years finish.


I quickly remember mile 46 and how negative I was- how much I put myself down, my stregth, my ability to accomplish this goal and any goal for that matter.
I'm stronger than that.
I fight back the tears while I look back at the last 22+ hours.
That was, by far, the hardest thing I have ever done.
But I did it.

22 hours
34 minutes
04 seconds

66 seconds short of last years time.

I could be upset that I didn't PR but the fact that I finished is more that satisfactory.

I'm still shocked.



                                     

As I attempt to complete this blog post, as difficult as it may be as I sit here on the beach in Tulum Mexico,
(It really is hard to post photos, link and tag things on ones phone) I try to think of what I would do different to better prepare myself for this race.
(Also, since I'm on my phone please excuse the word vomit and lack of editing).

Firstly I completely avoided training for this race.
Running flat is not my forte nor do I consider it fun.
Despite signing up for this race I still found myself in the local mountains of Los Angeles enjoying my normal "training day".
If I was really interested in racing I should've focused on preparing myself for the heat and the inevitable miles  and time I would be spending on my feet.
I SHOULD and still should be spending more time on mobility work and strength training.
One thing I noticed during the race is how much stronger I feel when I've put time into strength training, something I haven't been able to focus on these last few months since I sprained my ankle.
I definitely felt the missing strength during the race.
Having a strong body is vital when putting forth so much effort during a race and with the help of JP and the rest of Crossfit Ganbatte these last two years I know what my body needs to excel.
I just need to actually go!
Not only putting in the time to strength train but to ensure you are doing it properly is just as important!

I guess I can say there is so many things I could've done, would've done to properly train for this race.
Honestly, I wouldn't change a thing.
It was a learning lesson to say the least.
An experience.
I can not say whether I'll return to Javelina Jundred again but I can say that I will never forget every moment of the 22 hours and 34 minutes.

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.























Gorge Waterfalls 100k Take Two


My eyes are closed.
I tilt my head back to face the sky.
I can feel drops of rain gently kissing my face, and the bone chattering ocld taking ove rmy body.
This is Pacific North Western weather and I embrace every moment of it!
I'm Standing. No. I'm jumping on the summit ridge of Munra Point, when I suddenly ask myself,
"How did I get here?"
A mere two days ago I was running Gorge Waterfalls 100k, and now I'm way up here with a face that's more sore than my legs from all the hours of laughter and smiles had througout the weekend.
This is runcation!

The days leading up to this race were filled with anxiety because of the year I'd had.
My training had not gone to plan, and my confidence was low.
The Gorge Waterfalls 100k (GW100k) was my goal race for the year, yet nothing had gone right.
I never felt healthy enough to train consistently due to various sicknesses taking me out one after another.
If it's not one excuse it's the other- right?
Thankfully my side job running Dollie (the cutest little dog ever) kept me accountable, and added enough base training to hopefully keep the wheels from falling off.
I wasn't necessarily nervous about the race, or distance.
No.
My big worry was if I could obtain my A goal of getting the 12 hour finish that I'd set for myself many months ago.
I knew I'd have to push myself the entire time.
Being severely undertrained made that idea unfathomable.
With a history of injury I decided that I wouldn't willingly put my body through that intensity at this point of the year.
Sawna, take a seat on the passenger side.
Roll the windows down, lean the seat back and enjoy the ride that makes up the Gorge Waterfalls 100k.
New goal: just go out and have fun.

The day had finally arrived.
It was 3:45 am.
I was preparing my coffee when the alarm sounded.
It was a relaxing morning, and I had already set out my race kit the night before to make sure I had everything I'd be needing for the day:
my favorite Runners of the Wild tank, complimenting ROTW hat, my new Boa bright parrot shorts, Stance socks and my amazing Brooks PureGrit 3s.
I checked my drop bags to make sure I had everything I needed:
a handful of dates, avocado halves, trail butter and a couple Picky Bars in each bag for good measure.
I've learned from past races that I need to always be prepared with fuel that I not only love, but that also works well for me.
Normally on trail runs back home I run with a whole avocado and a jar of pecan butter but in light of being, well, light- I left those at home.
With all the essentials packed up, I was now ready to race!


Joel came down from Seattle to be my crew chief extraordinaire.
We left the farm heading towards what we thought was the start line, but soon realized that our destination was wrong. We ended up at Multnomah Falls. Thank you iphone maps!
We parked there along with a few other runners who had made the same mistake.
Funny thing though, I could not stop thinking about how I forgot my new California Bear Buff back at the farm.
The idea of not having any buff(for the excess nose drip) was more frightening to me than not being at the actual start time.
Ugh, WHAT WAS I THINKING?
We pulled around and found James, the head honcho of this race, getting set up.
He said he would show us a short cut to the starting line. Woo!
Back on track. Or should it be Trail?
The way James showed us was, and there is absolutely no exaggeration here folks, just crazy!
He had us go down some sketchy road, over a few logs, across a stream, through a tree, make a quick stop at grandmothers, and lastly over a few mountains for good measure.
VOILA!
A quick - nonchalant - shortcut to the starting line.
Again, not exaggerating one bit. Thanks, James! ;)


We arrived at the start line area with about 10 minutes left before race start.
I put my drop bags down, threw my Race bib on, took a quick bathroom break, said hello to a few friends and, before I knew it, there was only a minute left before the scheduled start of the race.
Nailed it!
Vince and Tim joined me, and we listened quietly as James gave us a short speech.
We all looked like deer caught in headlights of a semi truck, but sadly, we were only runners, and this was an ultra trail course, not a semi truck.
3.2.1...
"Go!" The energy from every runner was nothing short of a locomotive beginning it's first turns of a long haul cross country - slow and steady, building with time.
I started the run with my long sleeve on because COLD.
I figured it's Portland, and it's always cold.
Am I right?
Argh.
Good weather one, Sawna zero.
I could still feel the terrible decisions of yesterday rumbling in my belly insulated by the warmth of my long sleeve. Nightmares of French fries and tater tots haunted my footsteps as I began to dance with distance.

The race started with about 30 minutes of darkness before the sun broke the skyline.
We'd begun to ascend our first climb when I recognized Lisa and her unforgettable blond pony tail.
We had run together during Orcas Island 50k a few months prior.
I said hello, and realized how much I love the community RainShadow Races creates.
I had spent the first few miles tagging along with Tim before he broke free.
He went flying down the one of many tricky descents served cold courtesy of the GW100K course.
As I went down into the cold and damp canyon, so did my stomach.

The beginning of an all too familiar problem I sometimes face in ultra running.
I did what I could do to manage my stomach and hoped it would get better as the miles clicked by.
I fell into a solid and reliable groove with a girl from Canada.
Sadly, I can't remember her name.
We chatted about our home trails, running communities, and yes, even the weather. We hit the two mile road section that leads to the mile 13 aid station.
"13 down, 50 to go." Easy.

I saw Joel as I approached the aid station, and asked for an avocado.
I told myself to use the restroom, but quickly left the aid area without even realizing the mistake.
For the next three miles, I found myself looking for the ladies room.
Flashbacks of this same situation from last year fill my memory.
The struggle is real trying to find privacy during a race with 300 participants.


With a much needed stop out of the way(or a few), I could finally turn my focus back to the race.
I gasped loudly.
The immense beauty held in this landscape is nothing short of GORGEous.

Everything looked different since my run here exactly one year ago.
The course hadn't seen rain like it did the year before, and the change was welcomed as the footing on trail was in my favor.
"Oh Avocados, how I love you."
I exclaimed to myself as I scarfed down my pulverized avocado that I had wisely stored in my handheld.
A nice gentleman whom I'd been leap frogging with for the last mile or so commented on the messy situation I was in (if only he knew).
I didn't mind at all and kept on keeping on with my delicious avocado.

Before I knew it, I was coming into the Cascade Locks GRATEFUL DEAD aid station at mile 22.
Let me tell you, there was an energy emanating from it that even my beloved avocado couldn't rival.
The smiling faces and loaded table were more than enough to make me forget about the pounds of potatoes that were attempting to slaughter my race.
Yassine and Willie from Wy'east Wolfpack were manning the aid station along with Territory Run CO and Trail butter.
They're ALL AMAZING PEOPLE, and super talented both on the trails and in the office.
I may have spent too much time saying hello to all my friends and hugging people.
I didn't care.
Time stood still, and I rejoiced in the splendor of that moment.
I'm so grateful for Joel being there to pull me back into reality, and for kicking me out of there before I could ask for a beer and just volunteer for the rest of the race.
As I ran out, I heard my name, "SAWNA!!" It was Jen with whom I'd bonded during Javelina Jundred late last year.
She was volunteering, and I left there with my heart filled with love as I recalled the amazing memories we created with each other out there under the hot Arizona sun.

I continued forward along the course feeling happy and strong as I whisked through shrubs and over rocks with hands lightly grazing the moss covered trees.
I was approaching the turn around point when I spotted Vince who was happy as can be.
We hugged before we both went on in our separate ways.
I could tell that we were both enjoying the stunning trails of Cascade Locks.
I remember being at this point last year, and really being able to pick up some speed as I headed towards the halfway point.
This year was no different.
I caught up to Tim at that aid station.
He was already tired and worn from the day.
Understandably, who wouldn't be tired with the minimal training we'd both put in?
I mean, it was the half way point of the race, and we'd already put 50k in the bank.
I, however, felt as though I was just getting started.
I quickly left that aid station with a shot of coke down the hatch, and a fresh avocado to match.
Leaving this aid station is my favorite.
The climbs are moderate, and you get the added bonus of adrenaline from the aid station.
It really sets the tone for a fun pace.
I embraced it - welcoming the featherlight footing that comes along with a controlled, runnable ascent.

The miles were clicking by, and soon I was heading back towards the Cascade Locks aid station.
This part is awesome because you are now running towards all the runners who are heading to Wyeth for their own turn around.
I enjoyed greeting each runner and seeing their (most) happy faces as I cruise by each other.
Running into a few Los Angelino friends made my smile go from happy to grand!


Everything looks different after the turnaround.
The moss covered trees have now changed tint as the sun illuminates their natural lime green beauty in subtle yet noticeable ways.
Tree branches point in every direction from these tall and abundant trees.
Moss hangs long from the many branches like drapes in an old hotel.
They seem to be stuck in a permanent dance pose as if only to pause for the brief moment while we ran by.
The trails were soft and dry delicately commanding my attention as the technicality rewards those with short attention spans a hefty mouthful of rich, life giving soil.
I took a moment to thank my body for this amazing gift of endurance.
My body felt fresh and my mind was sharp.
I was able to come into the aid station strong and confident in my ability to finish the race - unlike last year.
This particular section of trail which came after the aid station was so tough for me last year.
I had mentally struggled for so long, and walked so much of it.
I didn't want that to repeated.
I was happy to find myself having a much better experience this time around.
Keeping a conservative pace, I happily greet the local hikers as I passed by.
I remember walking this section last year with a girl and her pacer. I recall feeling so sorry for myself.
I gave myself a pat on the back for staying positive, and for being consistent with my race throughout the day.
As I quickly remind myself the mantra from Javelina.
YOU ARE A MACHINE!

From head to toe, every molecule of my being is working toward this greater whole to move forward almost effortlessly.
A fu***** machine!

The Yeon aid station came and went .
I grabbing nothing more than some water.
The encouraging cheer gave me so much energy for this next section.
I flew down the two mile paved road section that I'd walked last year.
What a relief it was to let my legs stretch out from all the jarring technical terrain.
After the road section there's only a handful of climbs left.



I romanticizing about this moment for months, maybe longer.
These trails had left a mark on me I couldn't shake off and I found myself with a deep hunger to be get back to them.
Last year I was able to make friends with a local trail runner, Josh and we had ran this very section with ease.
The last few months I would think of this moment and how I would mentally and physically feel.
Then suddenly boom, here I was, at the point were I visualized myself being countless times before.
I continued through this section, and came into No name aid station with great energy.
I said to myself, "you're almost done."
I was greeted by such happy and eager faces who quickly got me what I needed, and then got me back out on the trail.

I truly can't be more appreciative for the AMAZING volunteers at all the aid stations.
They took time out of their day to make sure I could have the best day possible, and for that, I'm eternally grateful. From the bottom of my heart to anyone that helped me out there, thank you so much!


I left No Name aid feeling amazing!
With only six miles left, I could nearly smell the fresh pizza(s) with my name on them.

The climb following No Name Aid is long and arduous.
I found a comfortable rhythm during the climbing portion to save the legs for the finish.
Before I knew it, the sun was sinking with it's light poking through the trees providing a few last moments of warmth and comfort.
There was a deep longing to stay in that moment forever.
I slowed my speed down and hike the final climb, enjoying what was the last of this beautiful course.
The hard work was almost over, and I could feel the ground changing degrees hinting at the beginning of the last descent leading to the finish.
My shoes were soaked at this point.
My feet slid forward in them as I ran downhill giving my toes one last thrashing to cap off the day.
The final miles flew by as I made my way towards the last part of the course - the train tracks leading to the finish. You can hear the crowd roaring with cheer at the finish line.
It's so inspiring.
I crossed the finish line, and before I knew it, the day was over.
I was happy to find myself in 12th place - again. Ha!
I crossed the line in 13 hours and 12 minutes for a solid 4 minute PR from last year.
The remainder of this Portland trip did not go to waste.
No, no, no!
I spent Sunday doing a brew and donut tour with friends that either ran, volunteered or just came up to visit.
It was just the recovery I needed after 13 hours on the trails the day before.
Joel, Vince and I spent the rest of the evening on the farm (yes! Our AirBnB was a farm) drinking wine and relaxing in the spa.
Such a perfect ending to a great day with friends.


On Monday we went up to Munra point to explore, and get in some recovery movements before heading back home.
You would've never known that both Vince and I had run 100k just two days prior from the way we were running.
It felt great to be moving again, and this trail was stunning!
Warning: perhaps not the safest when went due to several steep rock climbs.
May cause shakingness and thoughts that you may possibly fall off a mountain during your vacation.

After the hike/run, we finished off the day with some cold beers, donuts, burgers, pizza (for Vince) and some fries!

Portland, you are incredible, and I look forward to returning in June for the Beacon Rock 50k(For the second year!).
A huge thank you to RAINSHADOW RUNNING for another epic race filled race journey through beautiful trails.
Your incredible volunteers and aid stations created such an overwhelmingly positive experience for me, and I gotta say, you guys know how to put on a race! Thank you for all your hard work!


'Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness!

Thank you Vince for editing this post and filling my phone up with selfies ;)
Also, for getting onto an airplane for an adventure after 20+ years of staying firmly on ground and entering an airport. BOOM! I'm going to be nice and not post those selfies ;)

































Orcas Island 50k and the trails that always seem to go UP!


(If on a desktop- some music to enjoy)

I can't help but to think about why I choose to run,
what motivates me to go the distance?
Not something distinct nor an answer I can fully grasp.
Not because I don't know- it's not so simple to put into words.
Memories of my first ultra distance and joining Team in Trainings "Ultra Team" holds the biggest weight in my reason. It is where it all started.
It's where my passion for the outdoors was merely a small match lit flame, well that flame has now become a wild fire with embers that only get hotter with each passing day.
During that time I've met some of the most incredible people that would inspire me to not only be the best version of Sawna that I could be, but also to live life in this present moment and when the going gets tough...
to never give up, never surrender.
Both on the trails and in our day to day life.


This past weekend was a reminder of why I continue to sign up for these "races". Not to race but to be apart of this wonderful community.
Without this community I would've never known about Orcas Island or the San Juan region. I would've never traveled to Portland, the Colombia Rover Gorge area, Yachats beach on Oregon's Coast, or Squamish and Arizona's Fountain Hills. I've been to all these places because of my passion for the trails and the like minded souls that I've been so lucky to meet.
The community has open my eyes and my heart to natures beauty and for that I am forever thankful.
Now, lets get to it.



Clouds, mist, darkness fill my vision and all of sudden I'm in front of Gelsons.
It's 11am, Saturday February 5th and it's 80 degrees out.
A normal Saturday as I pick up coffee at the Oaks on Franklin right by my house on the cusp of Griffith Park.
It's just a normal Saturday, but wait a second- it isn't.
I went to bed last night, mind you, yes I had a couple beers during dinner but how the hell did I get from Orcas Island to Los Angeles?
I'm silently freaking out as my heart is nearly breaking through my chest.
I'm supposed to be running Orcas Island 50k at this very second.
Sweat drips down my face.
I feel my cheeks get bright red.
A drip of sweat dribbles down my back that gives me goosebumps.
I would've had to catch a ride to the ferry, taken the ferry, then have gotten a 2 hour ride to the airport AND THEN to fly from Seattle airport to LAX all within the night.
This isn't realistic!
I log onto Facebook and sure enough Carlos is posting photos of the beautiful trails and all the pre race ordeal and how I just- POOF disappeared.
A week later Melissa and Carlos are standing in my parents kitchen telling me how much fun Orcas was, how beautiful the trails were and how weird it was that I decided to go home.
At that point I was nearing a breaking point, I was so frustrated that they didn't believe me that I had just appeared at home and that I don't remember any of my travels.
Was this some kind of intervention?
Two beers doesn't necessarily make me an alcoholic but how would I have gotten home and not remembered. I get the look from Melissa.
She asks me if she needs to take me to the hospital.
I'm dripping with sweat.
"We think you're going insane".

It's dark. I'm soaked in my sweat.
My hair is completely drenched.
Where am I? It's pitch black.
I'm pretty sure I've fallen asleep in some sort of Sauna.
I locate my phone.
11:34 pm
February 4th.
I can barely make out the cabin room I had fallen asleep in just a mere couple hours ago.
But it feels like it's been weeks.
A nightmare.
I crawl out of my sweat soaked sleeping bag and stumble outside to the brisk cool moist air that is Orcas Island.
A let out a loud sigh.
It was a dream, Sawna.
It was only a dream.


Friday, February 4th.
Wake up time: 4:30am
A car ride to the airport.
An airplane LAX->SEA.
A car ride to the ferry.
The ferry to the Island.
A car ride to Camp Moran.
Travel time: 6am-5:30pm
Beer me please.


Saturday, February 5th.
Race day.
The wood outside our bunkhouse was moist from the wetness in the air.
The grass shiny from the morning dew while the light slowly peaked through the trees and the sun rises.
It's almost start time and everyone gathers outside on a incline waiting for James to countdown.
It's surprisingly warm.
Most of us packed for the worst weather, but Mother Nature delighted us with one of the most beautiful days Orcas seen in weeks.
I jokingly tell a few PNW friends that I brought the good weather from Los Angeles.
It wasn't a joke- I really did! ;)


It's difficult to describe the day properly.
The first 15.23 miles felt as though I could catch my breath.
I told myself that I signed up for this race purposely not as a race but to truly understand why everyone says this is the most beautiful place- to enjoy it fully.


Since my body wasn't completely agreeing with what I was doing, rather than stress about it, I took advantage of the situation and slowed down, stopped a few times to take photos and really grasped my surroundings.


I was running through a fairytale.
Moss covered logs in the distance almost teasingly resembling a person in a bright green jacket, tall trunks of cognac colored bark mixed with fluorescent green high above me as the light peaks through as though taping me on the shoulder just to say hi.
Ray jumps into my memory.
Never give up, never surrender.
Memories of his inspiring words at our previous years send off dinners fill my eyes with tears.
You would've loved this.

At no point did my body hurt.
Something I'm not too familiar with seeing that a majority of 2015 races and training runs were spent injured.
It took 15 miles for my breathing to regulate and for my body to feel good and warm.
A majority of the run I spent talking to fellow runners, friends I've met at previous races or had met merely on social media.

(Glenn surprised me. I didn't see him. Support photographers)

I've seen a plethora of photos and both films from Project Talaria (2013) and (2014) and The Ginger Runner and although well portrayed, Orcas Island needs to be experienced first hand.
It's a constant eyegasm.
In every direction.



Up to mile 20 aid station you have nothing but beautiful lush fluorescent green everywhere but a runnable single track that you were on. One foot in front of the other.

A few root filled sections making it pretty technical. Darn you roots- I'm busy staring around me can't you see how incredible you're home is!
There was a section were Hillary caught up to me. It was an open area, a small waterfall to the left with the stream we had to run across. It was a vast area filled with sporadic tall moss filled trees. What can you do but stop and admire your surroundings?

Sections I forced myself to hike just to spend a little extra time taking deep breaths of this magical air.
Pure, wonderful, exhilarating oxygen filling me lungs.
Expecting to see a hobbit run by me or a fairy to land on my shoulder to whisper magical tales to me as a giggle at how tiny she is.
(Ok so I am slightly insane).
"This is the life" I thought.
I caught myself whistling from pure happiness.
Something I do occasionally.
(Habits of the slightly crazed).

After aid station 20 you have the "Powerline" trail that climbs over 2k-ish in feet in a matter of 2 miles.
This section has always been described as something you should be afraid of. A story one would tell around the campfire to scare all the little scout members before bed to give them nightmares.
But this is far from a story. It's very much real life and I've already had one nightmare to last me a while.
Never give up, never surrender... I repeated to myself and continued forward.
My jacket already safely tucked into my pack, beads of sweat dripping off my face, my side braid soaked, both hands on my quads as I continued upward.
Constant deceiving points where you think the climbing has ceased- that you've reached the top.
Hallelujah!
You think.
I begin running in what I believe is a runnable section but soon, gravity getting the best of me inevitably forced to slow down back to a hike. I soon realize I've entered he next stage of the climb and look straight up in amazement that this thing- this "trail" continues unapologetically.
My hands back on my quads as I begin my power hike once again,
keeping my speed consistent with a reminder that it doesn't feel much different than Joan's Peak back home.
This isn't so bad.
Sweat stings my eyes.
One foot in front of the other.
I reach the top of the Powerline and smile in amazement.
That was awesome!

I reach into my pack for a bite of the heavenly trailbutter packed tortilla I've saved from the aid station. I may or may not have dropped a few times and picked it right back up.
"Mhhhhh taste good" I thought to myself as I quickly commented back at how gross I was.


From Powerline, you have a nice descent before entering the net climb up to Mt. Constitution and inevitably the final aidstation.
This wide open downhill aided me in catching my breath and essentially filled my lungs with love.
Love for this beautiful island and the opportunity to run here.
At that point I had found a rythym in speed and was surprised at how regulated I was able to keep my breathing.
I didn't want to push myself too hard knowing there was still some climbing left.
Onward and upward to Mt Constitution.
Not as steep as the Powerline trail but grueling just the same.
Hands back on my quads as I felt myself ease back into the climb.
Pizza and beer.
Pizza and beer.
Whoa- massive calves man.
Pizza and beer.
Pizza and beer.
The idea of endless drink and food with the best company at the finish line somewhat took power over my thoughts.
I continued to think of only that for the next mile.
My thought may have been out loud too considering there was some gasping agreements for some local brewskies.
Eventually I passed the man with massive quads, a low gaspy good job escaped my mouth.
A broke into a jog nearing the top.
I can see blue skies through the tree and in the distance I can hear cheering.
The excitment one feels on Christmas eve, or celebrating a birthday- pure, magical, unaltered happiness.
I would've gave myself a pat on the back for surviving if I wasn't focused on actually getting to the aid station.
Im almost there.

I fee like I'm sprinting, but in reality I'm probably crawling.
I could only imagine my current doppelganger would be the girl from The Ring crawling out of the well toward the TV Screen but in this case toward the aid station as I have just conquered the most difficult section of the course.
Party!
The finally aid station!
At that point I ran back into Joel, whom I spent a majority of the race with until he mountain goat'd up Powerline.
I grabbed another trailbutter packed tortilla to go, a cup of Coke as a celebratory drink and off we went to the vistas of Mt. Constitution.
I kid you not my face was full of snot the second I realized Glenn was off the side of the trail snapping photos.
Well, it's reality.
Snot.
Everywhere.
I battle we may all lose whilst running in somewhat cold temperatures.
At some point you get tired of consistently blowing snot rockets to the side in fear that you'll hit someone.
Lets be frank, we all do it. (Right?)
This is a real fear of mine.
That's the truth.

I grab my tortilla goodness.
Being pretty winded at the time, I found it rather difficult to run and chew simultaneously.
It was the first time, prior mile 15, that I was gasping for air.
However, mid gasp, the view from Mt. Constitution stole any thought process available.
It's stunning. Every shade a blue in the distance.
The water sparkled and shimmered in raw beauty.
Never give up, never surrender I remember.
At the point Joel politely passes me, Gazelle like, flying down the descent out of sight.
I slowly found my rythym, enjoying what was left of natures gift for the day.
Easing in to what was to be the last mile my left quad suddenly seized up into a cramp.
My left leg catapolting outward- I immediately put pressure on the cramp area to easy the pain.
I continue to jog, it hurt more to walk at that point as I self massaged the area.
A couple of deep breaths and sips of water later it simply disappeared.
At the point I would've been completely happy with walking whatever distance I had left.
I was in paradise.
I was high off life and nothing could bring me down.
As I continued to run, I no longer had to hold my inner tight and was able to ease back into a normal pace when I could hear he cheering in the distance.
It's over already?
That's it?
I'm almost done?
"No, that's not right" I tell myself.
But sure enough I was one climb away from giving Jame a nice high five and having a beer in hand.
What has a beginning always has an end and to me this race ended to quickly.
I felt myself wanting to hug a nearby tree and not continue forward to stay in this moment a bit longer.
No I'm not signing up for Orcas 100 any time in the near future if that's what you're thinking.
One high five and several hugs from friends later I was beer in hand and on the sidelines cheering.
You bet I had a big fat grin on my face.
That was incredible.

Rainshadow Races are known for not only their epic landscaped trails, but also their after parties.
Finishers get freshly made pizza and snacks galore as well as kegs normally line the door with local beers.
Once both Melissa and Carlos finished along with JC joining us- it was almost picture perfect.
I just ran one of the most beautiful trails and I'm here at a table joined with my friends from LA along with friends from Seattle and Portland that I've met at other races.
You look around and despite the dirty covered clothes, the sweat stained faces, everyone face was accessorized with the biggest smile.


The rest of the weekend was icing on the cake.
The following morning we packed everything up, ate breakfast at a local diner, and headed to the ferry.
Little did we know, half the race participants would be leaving at the same time.
Parked behind one friend, next to another- it was another social event.


Back in Seattle we stayed another day to, you know, do tourist things.
Superbowl.
Drink.
Eat.
Drink.
Play arcade games.
Drink.
Run.
Drink.
Eat potatoes.
Drink.
Eat french fries.
Play endless basketball until your arms hurt.
Drink.
More potatoes.
Tall buildings.
Eat more potatoes.
See wonderful friends.
Eat a cinnamon roll... probably made of potatoes.

Needles to say it was a wonderful adventure of a weekend.

I am so thankful to have the opportunity to be apart of this wonderful community- I have made countless friends to which I don't know how my life would be now if not for them and their constant motivation.
Memories flood back to Ultra Season 2013.
Each season of Team in Training, whether you are training for a Marathon, a Century ride, a Ironman; etc, your team honored teammate.
An honored teammate may not be someone who is participating in the actual event but an individual who you are training in honor of, essentially someone who has had cancer and is either currently battling it or has overcome it.
For Ultra Team 2013 and on it was Ray.
He was THE MAN.
His humor, his constant positivity and encouragement- you never would've thought he was ever sick.
He would tell us how he continued to go the distance, continue to run even though no one thought he could- and HE DID.
Cancer is not a joke, no matter what form.
I can't help but to get tearied eyed on this plane as I write this, but you never really know how fragile time is until it is gone.
This weekend I promised to celebrate a life.
One that was passionate, inspiring,and articulated life so flawlessly with always a little kick of humor.

With every sunlight that peaked through the trees I thought of you.
With the sparkling of the lake shinning back as to say good job- I thought of you.
When powerline seemed endless but I was nearing the top- I thought of you.
Never give up, never surrender.


Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.

** I should probably edit this... but I'm not.
It's too hot. My skin is melting.


Javelina Jundred. My first 100 miler.


I turn my headlamp off as I crouch down to pee on the side of the trail.
Pee breaks are inevitable when you are in the middle of nowhere.
I finish my business and made myself proper again and began walking toward the next aid station- my head staring up.
UP.
It's just past 1am and the stars are screaming with radiance.
The moon is a burnt orange as it lights up the trail and you can't look away- the view is mesmerizing.
The Big Dipper, Little Dipper, Cassiopeia and more. A perfect setting to learn astronomy.
I wiggle out of my daze and turn my headlamp back on, I'm on mile 85 and I'm ready to run.
There is no doubt in my mind that I'm going to finish this race.
That I will complete a 100 mile run.


Javelina Jundered
The 13th Annual Javelina Jundred will take place October 31 – November 1, 2015 staged out of the Pemberton Trailhead at McDowell Mountain Regional Park north of Fountain Hills, Arizona.
The 100 mile course is comprised of six full loops on the 15.3 mile Pemberton Trail and a half loop on the Pemberton and Tonto Tank Trails. Trails feature rolling single track through the Sonoran Desert. Run past giant Saguaro Cactus, granite boulders and dry wash-beds as you tour the most popular trail of McDowell Mountain Regional Park. 100 kilometer runners will compete four full loops of the Pemberton Trail.
Loops are run “washing machine” style, meaning each is reversed allowing you to keep an eye on the competition, see your friends and meet other runners all day and night.
Each loop features a gentle 600 foot climb from the start/finish at Javelina Jeadquarters to the high point near the foothills of the McDowell Mountain range. The trail dips in and out of wash beds on the far side of the course before descending back to the start finish. The trail is a mix of hard packed granite, rocks and sand.




Leading up to Halloween I was hesitant on participating in the race at all. These last few months I've been dealing with plantar fasciitis in my left foot and scaling my training back dramatically with some weeks of absolutely no running.
Frustrating doesn't even begin to describe how I feel? Depressed maybe?
I had felt as though I was doing everything I could possible, stretching, foam rolling, using a lacrosse ball, different foot exercises but nothing really got to the root of the problem.
It wasn't until I went to Rich, founder of VFE (Vision for enrichment), he comes to Crossfit Ganbatte every Thursday and Friday for sports massage appointments and I grabbed whatever hour he had available.
An hour with him did wonders, my hips, quads, calves were oh so tight and with his help he was able to relieve some of the tension. With his help and my consistent stretching/foam rolling and mobility work my plantar pain was almost non existent.

This was a week before Javelina.
I knew I was going to race no matter what but that idea of my foot not giving me any issues was a relief.

Unfortunately a week before the race I found out that both my pacers were unable to make the event anymore.
A situation I would have preferred happen a weeks or a month or two ago but what can you do.
Only a minor panic attack, a few tears shed and I was determined that I was capable of doing this on my own.
It's a big race, I figure there will be a few stragglers in a need of a run.

With that out of my mind I focused on the race.
That's a lie.
I didn't really focus on the race at all.
I read the course description once and I don't think I went back to the race website once.
My Halloween costume was my key focus.
I had to go to two different Goodwills to accumulate the necessary items for the complete outfit.
It was fun experience considering my go to costume every year is either Pocahontas or Frida Kahlo.

Thursday October 29th
Packed and ready to go. Carlos, my one and only crew member was to meet me at my apartment and off to Arizona we drove.
My oh so sweet cousin Megan who lives in Surprise, Arizona let us stay at her house that night.
I was thankful for such an incredibly soft bed to sleep in two nights before the race and her adorable son Cohen was a morning treat.
It was so wonderful being able to spend some time with them before we headed to Fountain Hills.

Friday October 30th
We left for Fountain Hills around 9am. Surprise was only an hour away.
We arrived and the campsite reminded me of Ragnar with all the tents sent up as well as the race canopies.


There was also pizza by Freak Brothers and a cute coffee car!


It was a great set up, an area to rent tents and another for people that set up their own.
We had opted to set up our own, or really I had opted for Carlos to set it up :)
By the time the tent was set up and we had unpacked the car everyone was starting to trickle in.
A majority of the Coyotes were already there and had set up too.
Pack it pick up went smoothly! Carlos and I both enjoyed all the merchandise they were selling and it was great to see SO MANY familiar faces.


My favorite part of Friday was the mini version of the Trail Running Film Festival that James put on.
The films were shown on a projector in Javelina Jeadquarters (JJ) as we all sat around drinking beer and eating pizza with the stars above keeping us company.
It was a magical night to say the least.


Saturday October 31st


Slept surprisingly well and almost didn't hear my alarm go off with my earplugs in. Whoops.
My costume was a hit already. My tent neighbors were surprised that I was even going to run in the getup but I was determined.
With everything set up and we were ready to go I was able to get coffee.
I was stopped maybe 5 or more times for pictures of my outfit.


Due to the hype of the morning seconds before the gun went off I realized I didn't eat breakfast other than my coffee but I wasn't too worried. I was still stuffed from the subway sandwich and vegan pizza I eat for dinner.

6:00 AM
The gun goes off and the race starts.
It was a trickling effect, there were so many people going through the starting line toward the trail. It felt like we were being herded toward the desert.
It started off pretty slow as everyone was trying to get into their groove.
After the first aid station I started running next to a girl who had complimented me on my costume.
We began to chat and I learned her name was Jen and she was from Portland.
You know how I love Portland and all it's glorious trails!
We began talking about the Rainshadow Races and some mutual friends we had together.
Oh- and how she is also vegan. Instant besties- come on!
I believe there is a Disney song with the lyrics "it's a small world afterall!" well, IT IS.
Both Jen and my intentions for the race was merely to have a running adventure, a good time on the trails really! To take it slow and have some fun- and that we did.


I can honestly say the 55 miles we ran together flew by. Although we were moving at a moderate pace, we were talking and signing the whole time which made time fly by.
I apologize to any runner that heard us sing Bohemian Rhapsody the first, second, or third time.
It was a blast!
Around mile 55 is when I continued running, I believe Jen said she needed to walk for a bit and I jammed.
We both agreed that when the time came, we had to think of our own races.
So I continued on.


I rolled in and out of Javelina Jeadquarters rapidly and back on the trails I went. It wasn't until the 6.5 dreadful miles from Coyote Camp to Jackass that I was starting to feel as though a pacer was necessary.
My eyes felt heavy and it took so much effort to keep them open.
I focused on my breathing. Deep breaths.
Let the healing in and the sore and tiredness out.
Let the healing in and the sore and tiredness out.
My eyes continued to get heavy and I was upset at myself.
I shouldn't had a pacer.
I turned my phone off airplane mode and sent Carlos a quick message saying I was moving extremely slow and that I would need him to pace me once I return to JJ (Javelina Jeadquarters).
Sent.
Put my phone back on airplane mode and I continued forward- at a very slow pace.


I am cool.
I am calm.
I am powerful.
i am a machine.



I call this Mikes pro tip of the day. The day before heading to Arizona I did a final 8 mile run with Mike and Juniper and he shared with me his mantra. It is something that helps you focus on breathing; keeping your heart rate low, your strength beyond mental boundaries, and your form even when things get rough.


Mile 65 I was repeating this to myself as I was working on my breathing.
This was the first point in the race that I felt really anything; at this point it wasn't pain, it wasn't soreness but fatigue.
It took me 2 miles and 33 minutes to convince myself to pick up the pace.
My legs felt heavy but at no point during my training did my body ever feel this good- and I've already ran 65 miles.
I've done three days of EWOD workouts at Crossfit Ganbatte and still had an 80 mile week and My body feels fresh compared to that week.
I told myself- stop complaining and start running.
"You feel great Sawna!"
I told myself.
And you know what?
The more I ran the better I felt.
As I began to run faster my body was slowly waking up.
This 100 mile journey is just starting to get good and my body is going to finish what it began.
The next three miles I ran.
You could hear the coyotes howling at the moon as it rose. It was a magical sound when normally it would've been a silent quest.
At that point I was still fatigued the idea of the next aidstation a mere few miles was an incenvite enough to continue forward.
I could hear Dom on the mic half a mile from Jackass Junction and running in James Varner and Andrea cheered me in.
If friendly faces doesn't perk you up then I don't know what will!

Jackass Junction is a party. Tempted by a bottle of whiskey I had to refrain from joining my friends.
I was on a different quest.
Katie helped me grab my drop bag and ensure I didn't spend too much time there.
James ran with me out of the aid station. His excitement was intoxicating. Or he was intoxicatingly excited.
Either way seeing everyone lifted my spirits and I ran.
What is wrong with me? I thought.
I've ran over 70 miles and I still feel good?
This can't be right!
Memories of AC100 at mile 70 flood back to me in a wave. How terrible I felt.
How I cried, really, cried from mile 60-75.
Today was no AC.
I quickly sent Carlos another message retracting my last message and stating how great I felt.
I continued a 10 minute or so pace past Rattlesnake Ranch and arrived at JJ feeling fresh.
I was in and out and a matter of two minutes.
Grabbing the only nutrition I've been eating all day:
Avocado
Dates
Pickles
and a Cliff bar to go.

That's it.

In past races I've had such terrible experience with my stomach I didn't want to alter any food choices now that I have at really good luck with what I was eating.
Normally "ass on fire" is a term I'd use in long races and those words were not in my dictionary this race.
(TMI I know- but it happens)

"Stick to what is working"
I told myself.

I jam out of JJ and jog out to Rattlesnake ranch for some coke. It was getting pretty cold at this point and thankfully I had my long sleeve tied around my waist and was able to put that on.
Grabbing some veggie broth I headed out, 78 miles in.

It was cold and the veggie broth warmed me up, unfortunately it also made me very tired.
Extremely fatigued.

fa·tigue
(fəˈtēɡ)
noun
1. extreme tiredness, typically resulting from mental or physical exertion or illness.

Being tired is a terrible feeling. One I know from driving.
The days I'd visit my family in San Diego and drive home really late- I would slap myself, turn the music up, keep the windows down just to stay awake.

I tried with all my might to keep my eyes open.
When I would walk it got extremely cold so I jogged.
Have you ever fell asleep while running?
Me either, until this point.

Awaking at the point of almost collapsing on the trail. It's a frightening experience but one I just could not avoid.
If I hiked it got cold. When I ran I still wouldn't wake up and I'd start to fall asleep.

I talked to myself alot at this point.
Swore to myself that having a pacer would assist me in the dreary hour.
Repeatedly stated
SAWNA YOU'RE AWAKE
SAWNA YOU FEEL GREAT

My body was NOT convinced.
There were runners and their pacers crouched on the side of the trail during this time.
At one point there was a couple I wanted to ask if I could sit next to them and have a nap.
I really regretted not having my costume on at this point- it would have been extremely convenient.
Weirdly enough my body wasn't having any other issue other that the overwhelming sensation to REST.


I am cool.
I am calm.
I am powerful.
i am a machine.


I worked on my breathing and slowly felt as those I was waking from the dead.
It took about 38 minutes and a little over 2 miles to begin feeling alive again.
Knowing that I was able to recover the first time gave me hope and I was able to convince myself to run again.
It began at an almost walking pace but what started off slow moved into a faster pace and I started to feel alive.

Mikes mantra slowly evolved into...

I am cool.
I am calm.
I am powerful.
I am a (***king) machine.

and that is what I continued to tell myself.

People ask me "What do you think about when you run?"
Honestly, nothing other than my breathing, my form, my stride, my arms, basically how my body is performing.
The second my form starts to cave in, my poster slouched, my knees begin to hurt and it reminds me to keep my head up, shoulders back, knees up, pelvic bone not tucked out.
SO MANY CONSTANT REMINDERS- it's almost impossible to think of anything else.

Every time I repeated my new mantra:

I am a (***king) machine.

It reminded me that a well oiled machine can still perform despite troubles. You can still face difficulties on the trail but when focusing on form, breathing and what lies ahead- I can still perform to my best capabilities.

Running into Jackass Junction at mile 83 was a relief.
From Jackass Junction to Coyote Camp is 6.5 miles but it has a slight downhill.
Mentally it's easier to accept the mileage when I know it's downhill.

Getting to Coyote Camp, I felt pretty depleted. About 90 miles in and I just wanted to be done already.

Running in the night, in such a beautiful landscape, was rather difficult.
During the day you are constantly greeted with runners and friendly faces.
In the night, your constantly greeted with lights beaming in your eyes.
Despite not seeing faces I made sure I greeted every oncoming runner with a positive note.
The happier it seemed I sounded, the happier it actually made me.
Mind tricks.

I walked about a mile from Coyote camp to JJ. Once I began running, probably the same speed as my walk, a guy approached me and started conversation.
It was great! I picked up his speed and quickly realized how my walking felt worse than this ten or so minute pace we were running.
The mile we ran together we talked about the race, past races that got us here and how friendly everyone has been.
I was very grateful he ran next to me and let me join forces with his pace or I would have continued to walk.
Before we parted he reminded me that no matter what every step forward is getting you closer to the finis.
Keep the momentum going.

Sprinting into JJ I was greeted by Carlos and Kate.
I must have spent a minute to say hi; eat a few slices of avocado, grab some dates and chug a cup of Coke and off I went.

It only took about half a mile for my adrenaline to go south again. I began to walk again in hopes that my last friend made would rejoin forces. Passing Coyote Camp I continued to hike and I could hear him and a girl talking. They were definitely running.
I began to job and as they began to pass me I quickly switched gears and started running their fast pace.
Instantly I felt great again.
Brand new person.

You bet in my head I was saying...
I am a (***king) machine.

He stated if we kept this pace up he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer and would slow down.
I honestly just wanted to continue forward in hopes that I will still feel good.
He began to hike and the girl and I continued to run forward.
I started to feel really good. My body definitely did not fell as though I had been running 95 mile prior and honestly I have felt worse in training runs.
Keep this momentum up.

She ends up hiking up a rocky section as I run by, feeling like I have gas in the tank I pick up my speed to Tonto Tavern, the last water only aidstation before the final 3.6 miles to the finish.
I fill up my hand held quickly and jog what seems like a downhill finish.
A girl and her pacer catch up to me and ask if I realize that we are on pace for a sub 23 hour finish.
I had no idea.

My intention was never for a sub 24 hour finish but to just finish. Yes, the idea of a sub 24 hour finish was nice but inevitably finishing was my only goal.
When she said a sub 23 hour- I didn't believe it.
When I had seen Kate Freeman at JJ she had said the same but I merely brushed it off. That's crazy.

This girl and her pacer confirmed that if we kept a good pace, we'd finish sub 23 hours.
With that- I bolted.
From running a 13 minute mile to running 8 minute miles for the last 3+mi stretch was exhilarating.
This was the only time, I realized, that I was breathing harder.
Steady breaths, but faster and my form was on point.
I felt strong.
I was flying.

I am a (***king) machine.
I am a (***king) machine.
Sawna you are a (***king) machine.
I could see the huge light of the road ahead which would mean only .5 mile to the finish.
Still running fast I still wished every passing runner a solid finish.
Feeling strong, fast and pretty light on my feet I sprinted into the finish line.
Official time: 23:33:38
63rd overall
12th female.


Shocked beyond belief.
Words can not describe how proud I am of myself. Despite being doubtful of my training, my efforts and overall just myself and capabilities- I overcame all of it, stayed positive throughout the whole quest.
I set out on an adventure and an adventure I had and completed with flying colors.

I wouldn't have changed a thing.
Not one thing.
Everything accumulated into the experience and I think with one thing altered perhaps I would not have finished strong.

At the finish line Carlos asked if I thought I could run another lap and honestly, I think I had the energy to do so.
And that is what I am happy about:
To run a race, have fun and not beat my body up over it. I may not have ran my hardest but I ran smart and that is what I'm most proud of.

Unable to sleep I was able to greet the rest of the Coyote group and other finishers as they crossed the finish line.
What an experience.
Sitting by the warm fire I took a few shots of Jameson in hopes that it would keep me warm and make me tired but alas! it didn't accomplish either.
It went from cold to warm to HOT in a matter of an hour and as I was eating my Boca Burger and drinking a beer with my new friend Andrew from Portland- not fathoming the last 24 hours.
Did it really happen?

Around 11 am I was ready for a nap but could not imagine sleeping in the sauna that was our tent. Thankfully I was able to find a more comfortable, cooler spot within the Coyote area for a solid 30 min rest break.

I was able to pack most of my things into the car minus the tent. Carlitos was in-charge of the deconstruction of the tent as I sat in the air conditioned car.
The morning was spent cheering on every last finisher, a few tears shed, a plethora of hugs given and laughter shared.

Driving away from McDowell Regional Park both Carlos and I had felt as though we had just gotten there.
We drove about an hour to Glendale, AZ to my Uncle Dan's house.
I've been seeing my Uncle Dan and Connie more frequently in LA since my cousin Candice moved out here but I hadn't been to his house in Arizona since I was a wee cherub.
Carlos and I were welcomed with open arms and instantly it felt like home. I took a long hot shower, de tangled the rats nest that was my hair (still several knots from when I woke up like this).
Afterward I while drinking maybe a gallon of water I sat in their hot tub massaging my legs, I was surprised at how well I was moving.
The hot tub was clutch, the jets were strong and felt as though I was getting a back massage as I stretched my legs out.
It didn't take much time before my hands pruned.
By that time my cousin Megan, Tasha and Cohen were already there and we were ordering dinner.

It felt like a vacation.
Did I just run 100 miles with only 30 minutes of sleep since?
It really just feels like I'm out here visiting family, yes I'm moving slowly but this is some great times.
Once the food arrived my cousin Jordan and her adorable sun Gabriel arrived as well as her twin Taylor and her friend plus her new seeing dog!
It was a wonderful night, I talked about my race, we talked about the kids, Uncle Dan cracked some really awesome corny dad jokes (him and my dad should hang out more often).
The perfect ending to an incredible adventurous weekend.

We all gathered in the living room to watch the world series as we joked, told more stories and I enjoyed a glass a wine.
By 8:30pm I was ready for bed and that was it!

That's my weekend.
The next morning (Monday morning) I spent hanging out with Uncle Dan and Connie while drinking coffee, talking some more before Carlos woke up and we headed out. I woke up feeling like a brand new person, slept like a rock and arose with very minimal tightness. I spent a good 25 minutes stretching and getting that blood circulating more in my legs. I was intoxicated with happiness with how well my body felt. Soon after we left for the 5.5 hr drive back.


My dad met me just before I entered LA to drop Juniper off. He had watched her the last day since my roommate was not going to be home. Definitely thankful for my roommate Sam and for Mike taking her on runs everyday while I was gone.


Despite requesting Monday off from work, I received my schedule early Monday morning and I saw that I was on to work and surprisingly enough made it in time- worked a full shift no problem.
Weird.

I'm just going to go with it.

All in all- I ran; had fun, ate lots of avocado, dates and pickles, drank tons of water, peed in several different bushes, met some amazing trail folks, crossed the finish line and drank some beer.
It was a great time!

Many thanks to Carlos, my cheer squad, crew captain, driving buddy and overall friend that dedicated his whole weekend to aid my endeavor of running a 100 miles.
To Jimmy and Kate Freeman and all the coyotes for the invaluable amount of support not only during the weekend but the weeks leading up to it.
And of course my friends and family; despite them all thinking I'm pretty crazy, they always believe in encourage me to to finish anything I'm passionate about.

Now I'll let the dust settle before my next two races.
Orcas Island 50k.
Gorge Waterfall 100k.

Looking forward to seeing my new friends Jen and Andrew out in the PNW ;)

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.

Postscript.
I've had a puppy laying next to me the last few hours begging for some cuddles.
This probably wouldn't have taken me so long if I didn't stop every couple minutes to remind her what an angel face she has.
<3



















Oregon Coast 50k: Before and after


“Yachats” (pronounced YAH-hots) is derived from the Chinook Indian word, Yahuts, meaning “dark waters at the foot of the mountain.” Nestled between the lush forested mountains of the Coast Range and the lapping waves of the Pacific Ocean, Yachats is the ideal spot for rest, recreation, and romance. The quiet unhurried atmosphere of this tiny (population 635) resort village offers vacationers a unique alternative to the hustle of city life and impersonal quality of a large coastal community.s


Where do I even begin?
I've procrastinated on putting this memory to pen and paper for so many reasons. The most weighted reason being I don't know where to start.

Lets go ahead and start with the first 6 miles of the race.

The 50k starts from Patterson Memorial Recreation Site just south of the town of Waldport and runs for about six miles right on the beach, where it'll meet up with the Oregon Coast Trail. Sitting on my couch back in Los Angeles during a normal 96 degree day-it seemed pretty awesome and honestly really easy. (Never saying that again)
"No big deal" I thought.

Well it was a big ***king deal once you are on the starting line and you're trying to not get blown off your feet.

OK California girl, we are no longer in LA where it's 90 degrees all the time.
THIS IS WEATHER.
James, the head honcho, started promptly and without hesitation.
The first mile seemed like hours had passed.
The effort to take a single step felt as though every force of nature was pushing you back.
My quads where stinging. Shocked at what I was doing to them and trying to not continue as much as I was pushing it to go further.

The problem was that half way through the beach run I broke off from the group I was running behind hiding from the big bad wind. Trust me, if I hadn't had to re tie my left shoe lace I would've be glued to that group.
Unfortunately once you stop there is no hope in regaining the momentum to return. For the fear of exhausting all efforts in trying to catch up to them I just continue running alone.
All efforts my own.
It's just me and the wind.
And the terrible thoughts going through my mind.
I continued forward at a very slow pace despite my quads screaming at me to abort this mission. Leaning completely forward in hopes that the wind doesn't whip me backward.
It wasn't until the conga line appeared behind me that I felt hopeful.

I had not truly appreciate the idea of drafting until this very moment. I've heard of this during cycling but never really before in running.

PULLING/DRAFTIN:
Runners (or cyclist) rotating through a line, taking turns running in the front (pulling) before peeling off and latching onto the back. When you draft like this, by tucking in close behind the front runner, you expend less energy.

And that's what we did in our conga line.
Words can not express how thankful I am to join this group once I was alone for a period of time.
The moment I joined the back of the line I instantly felt the difference and my body thanked me.
We continued changing the front runner until we reached the end of the beach run.
One more mile until the aid station and I was spent.
Every inch of my body ached.
Well, Sawna dear, this is what happens when you don't train.

The weeks leading up to this race I had dramatically scaled down my weekly mileage and two weeks up to the race I had completely stopped running.
After Gorge Waterfalls 100k I had felt a bit of pain in my feet. I thought it was sore feet from the technical terrain of the race. I, of course, ignored it. I stretched when I felt like it and continued doing what I loved to do- run in the mountains.
My plantar pain continued and in July I was forced to scale back in my climbing due to how painful my left foot would get along with how tight my calves where. I religiously foam rolled and stretched and the weeks I was in Sweden I was able to run with little to absolute no pain. I thought I was cured!
OH how wrong I was. Once I returned to sunny Southern California I couldn't wait to get back into the mountains.
I was training for the Baldy Race to the top, a 7 mile run up to one of the highest peaks in Southern California reaching 10,069ft.
My plantar fascia pain came back and with vengeance. After the race I completely cut back in mileage in fear of making the problem far worse.

Since then I have continued to foam roll, stretch and strength train in hopes that the pain will subside and it has dramatically.
The week prior to the race I was considering not running at all despite already having everything planned out and paid for.
The FOMO was real.
(Fear of missing out).

I had already mentally agreed that I was going and that I would walk the entire course if necessary.
There was absolutely no need to "race" when my only intention was to enjoy the beauty that surrounded me, this new area I have never been to and its gorgeous nature!

Running up to the first aid station I instantly saw Dave and hugged him trying not to cry.
I laugh at myself at what a baby I was.
IT HURT.
It- being my entire body.
I quickly refilled my water, grabbed some trail butter and continued running with Dave about half a mile out before the wind continued to soar and I just couldn't go any faster to keep up with him.
From the Adobe Resort aid station, the course follows the Oregon Coast Trail through the town of Yachats to the Amanda Trail which begins the mountainous 22 mile race. My left plantar fascia started to throb, it wasn't painful but it did poke at me and remind me that I needed to scale back even though the real running should have began into the dense green nature.

Words can not describe how mentally challenging it is to hold back when all you want to do is run.
My body was hurting and I didn't want to push myself when I wasn't particularly having fun. I hate to say that I wasn't having fun but I would be lying if I said the handful of miles after the beach run where a walk in the park.
Well realistically, I was walking through a (somewhat) park.

While packing I had forgotten to pack my garmin and each step I took I was unaware of where I was in the race. The mileage wasn't being calculated and I had no real desire to know.
A few miles before Cape Perpetua I started running with a Vancouver local. It was during that time when I had ignored the pain and just slowly paced myself toward the next aid station. We talked about the beautiful landscape that surrounded up, races we have ran, traveling the world and things in between.
The trail community can be really uplifting and oh-so friendly. It was really fun running with him and I appreciated the little time that I forgot about the pain my body was in.
After the second aid station both my quads and feet were throbbing. I felt as though I had so much energy but my body where being a party pooper. This is when the climbing began and I honestly walked every step up while my frustraion just grew.
Handful of people where passing me.
I don't blame them- I felt as though I was moving backward. I knew that going slow was the right thing for my body however mentally I was being very hard on myself. There was a time, during that four mile climb, that I was reconsidering my passion for running. Thinking perhaps I should start knitting again, or doing something less harsh on my body.
It's not as though my fuse was tripped and I slowed down involuntarily. I had chosen to listen to my tired body and just continuing forward at whatever preferred speed.

Within every race, even long training run I've always seemed to receive a second wind around or promptly at mile 20. Climbing to the next aid station, not knowing what mile of the course I was on and at that point had lost all hope of that second wind. It was during the Animal Athletics aid station talking to Yassine that I realized my body feeling pretty incredible. (The Exploreo was a lifesaver)
It was as though my bodys lightswitch went on.
Second wind- CHECK.
After that aid station there I did a full body check of how I felt and with every good feeling I gained momentum.
My quads had a rebirth and finally agreed with what I was doing. Thank you.
The plantar throbbing I was experiencing completely disappeared. Thank youx100.
I listened to what my body wanted to do and that was to run!
My heart rate was low as I sped through the downhill section, passing the handful of people that had passed me during the climb. I was focused on the technical terrain in front of me and the constant hairpin turns but I couldn't help but soak in the beauty. The dark lighting with the sound of the roaring wind along with the rain induced a runners high that I longed for the 20 miles leading up to that moment. I was disappointed in myself for quickly disregarding my passion for this sport and how quickly I realized how much I appreciated this journey I was on.

Climbing back up to Cape Peretua I set into a slow jog and enjoyed the complete downpour of rain. This is when my heartbeat crew faster, not because of the climb but the fear of being lifted off my feet. Completely pushed to the side of the trail, once you are at the peak you are exposed to the storm and all that it has unleashed. The sideways rain felt as though you were being shot by bebe guns as I held my hat to the side of my face in hopes of being masked from the bullets. The runner ahead of me was almost taken off his feet as he tried to escape the storm.

At this point into the storm the trails had completely disappeared under the flowing creek and massive puddles of water. Any traces of footprints had completely disappeared.
I continued on the rolling downward creek that I believed was the trail and knew there where only a handful of miles left. Once you hit the road it's about two miles through the town and neighborhoods of Yachats to the finish line.
Thankfully it was flat and with a tailwind that helped push me to the finish line.
I crossed that finish line with what I thought was a smile (note to self: work on actually smiling) on my face as I gave James a high five and stunned that the clock read 6:15. The memory of the beach run seemed like days ago as I just experienced some of the best trails with incredibly insane weather... ever.

Although the weather did not help with the celebrations, it didn't stop us from enjoying the best company along with several pieces of pizza and lots of beer... LOTS!

Rainshadow Races have been by far some of my most memorable races to date and even with such adverse conditions the race directors always seem to know how to put on a great time!
They have built this community of trail runners that can't seem to get enough of their races- and I consider myself one of them now and look forward to Orcas Island in February.

I don't think I would've enjoyed the race as much without the beginning physical and mental challenges, I definitely fully appreciated every moment afterward.

The next day, Sunday, was an absolute stunny day in Yachats! Perfect weather for their second race.


I'll be honest. As I'm writing this I'm dripping with sweat as it is 93 degrees in my apartment. I am daydreaming of Oregon from the three short days I was there and can only be happy to be preparing myself for the heat that will be Javelina Jundred at the end of this month.

Seriously.
Dripping.
Sweat.
You gotta love SoCal ;)
(on that note- if any PNW trail folk would like to house swap with me for a week... )

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness


Postscript
While waiting for Dave in portland- I was able to take a tour around i.e. stop at Deshutes Brewery and enjoy a tasty beverage.


Todays music selection.






















Im on a BIKE. Riding to Crystal Lake for a soda



Before I sought out the long hours and new technical trails to run I spent a lot of my free time cycling. It first began when I was a wee little cherub riding my own teeny tiny bike. In Junior high I would accompany my family and my dads friends in a bi-annual 50 mile bike race from Rosarito to Ensenada. At that time my dad and I would train and eventually ride the race on a tandem bicycle. Well, he would ride and I would pass out candy to all the kids that lined the streets of Rosarito. It wasn't till age 18 that I officially had my own bike. At the time my Dad had just completed his first century ride with Team In Training and I was the one who would tag along on his own training rides. I was in my first year of college and had a flexible schedule giving me free mornings a majority of the week.

We had a few favorite routes; Turbon Canyon, Fullerton Rd, The riverbed to the Santa Fe Dam. The Riverbed was mighty popular. I will forever have one particular ride engraved into my memory bank.
Thankfully I've had this computer since 2006 and all photos taken since are organized in a terrible fashion but still readily accessible. After 30 minutes of reminiscing of the year 2006 and all my adventures(parties) I was able to located a few photographs of the ride.



It was a windy August day and we had started around 6am. I remember this quite well seeing that I had stayed up late rendezvousing at a girlfriends party the night before and was in sheer pain but flake- I am not! Today was the day that we would go farther than the dam and climb up to some lake. At the time I never really paid attention to where we were going or the names of place, wait- that still sounds like me to this day. At some point on the riverbed we ran into a few of my dads friends under an over pass catching some shade. We spent a few minutes catching up with them and headed on our way. On our way out one of my dads friends said "I wish I had a son to ride bikes with too". I laughed out loud but in my head I was saying "WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I'M NOT A BOY". My confidence levels on being flat chested went to an all time low.

We continued on our way, passed the normal stopping point and continued up the highway to our final destination before turning around. We stopped at the side of the highway on a dirt overlook and snapped a few photos before I heard a screech that came from my dads voice as he started scratching my skin behind my hear. My stomach instantly dropped- he has located my first tattoo. He continued his attempt to scratch it off before I gave my confession. He reacted fairly well considering my sister broke the ice several years before and soon made my other tattoos I would get somewhat acceptable.

This ride was my first 50+ mile ride ever attempted. I believe it ended at 75 miles and with me in tears the last 10 miles due to heavy winds and my body completely obliterated. The climb along with the river bed was far too difficult for me. I told myself never again, I don't want to see that highway for a long time.

Fast forward 9 years.
I'm back on the very same bike on a highway that looked far too familiar for my comfort level.
As the ascent begins I instantly regret willingly choosing this ride as my first time back in a saddle since June 2014's Lake Tahoe Century Ride.
I am a bit overwhelmed with emotion and flooded with memories of riding with my dad. A pastime that I haven't been able to fully enjoy again since his MDS diagnosis.
So where am I? Where am I going?
It turns out my friend Vince and partner in 99% of my type 2 adventures lives a few miles from the San Gabriel Off Highway Staging Area and where HWY 39 begins.

CRYSTAL LAKE
Starting from the San Gabriel Off Highway Staging Area it is a 14.1 mile ride. The first several miles of this climb are slightly unimpressive, but once your approximately 7 miles from the start of the climb to the turn off to Crystal Lake at mile 12 are dramatic with views back to the south of the big switchbacks just navigated. The first section of the climb is at about 5.5% grade ascending to approximately 3,700 ft. At about mile 12 you turn right and climb the final 2.3 miles with 6% grade to the parking lot at the top. At that point the Crystal Lake Cafe is about 2 miles up the hill from the turn off at HWY39.

We are at the beginning of the climb and I'm huffing and puffing, only slightly annoyed that Vince is riding no hands talking up a storm while I'm obviously struggling to not fall from going too slow. The feeling of being out of shape and just plain out a wussy crossed my mind only a billion times during this ride. But I continue forward and only occasionally swerving right and left.

At about 10 miles into the ride we were riding through Augusts forest fire area dubbed the Cabin Fire that burned over 1800 acres during our triple digit heat wave. It was natures grave yard. Completely black and devastating to look at.


It wasn't till mile 18 where we hit 3,000 in elevation that I was ready to turn around. My legs were fatigued and my face was being attacked by gnats. My stoke level was at an all time low.
"This is the best part" I assured myself. (Paralleling the time when Kanye, Eminem or some intense music came blaring through my ear buds)
The pain.
The discomfort.
The fatigue.
The struggle.
It's all real, and yes it hurts- but this is why I continue to push myself not just in this ride nor in trail running but in life goals. Nothing worth having comes easy. This may not being something I can grasp, no singular object I can possess but rather an experience.
How does one overcome fear? Self doubt? Pain? Mental Blocks?
It's once that barrier of discomfort your brain has created been knocked down- that's when sweet sweet life begins.
And I remembered that during the ride and continued to push myself onward and upward- LITERALLY.


When I get in this moment, though, I silence myself. I am lost in thought and can get easily frustrated when that silence is broken. This is my own personal battle and apologized to Vince afterward for the lack of conversation or snappy remarks made. This climb was far from easy but I still felt as though I should have been performing better. I am my worst critic but it seemed as though it was a walk in the park for Vince, nonchalantly talking about peaks and cool adventures he's had in the surrounding mountains while I couldn't even imagine getting over this next climb little own carry a conversation.

And so we continued.

We were about 4 miles away from the Cafe and I was starting to worry about running out of water. Well the fact was I had just finished my water and with still a significant climb left before we reach the cafe I knew I was going to get myself in trouble. As those thoughts cross my mind I hear a motorcycle slowly approach me and I knew instantly it was my Dad or Papa as we all call him. This isint some weird coincidence where he decided to ride up to Crystal Lakes at 3pm in a full leather get up in 100 degree weather, no, rather I called him maybe an hour before our start and suggested him come meet us not thinking he'd actually make it.
Thankfully he did.


After chugging down what seemed like pure lemon pulp and took a couple silly photos we all hopped back onto our own bikes and continued our ascent to our final destination Crystal Lake Cafe where my dad was going to buy us some cokes and where we could get a much needed lunch. The idea of an iced cold Coke after riding through the inferno is all I was looking forward to. It was my drug and I was feening for it.


As we pulled into the cafe I was relieved. Extremely happy the climbing was done and we can enjoy ourselves for a little bit before we head back. My dad quickly said they were closed and I had brushed it off thinking with my luck they would be and that you don't joke about something so serious. To my surprise my dad wasn't kidding like he normally is and the Cafe was in fact close on Tuesdays.
OF
ALL
DAYS.



Tuesday?
Why?
It took every molecule of my being to not collapse in a uncontrollable sob. This was a far worse scene for me than watching Everest. My desire for the soda was real and the idea that I spent the last 3+ hours looking forward to something that was out of my control was beyond belief. As we refilled our bottles with less than stellar water cars came and gone as they too noticed the cafe was closed. I had every intention of approaching in car and asking for soda.
Feening.
Give it to me.
Anyone.
Please?
NOW!
Some campers who had just arrived walked over trying to pay there nights dues and we started small conversation with me. More my dad and Vince while I was over in the corner having a pity party. I expressed my hopes for a soda and sadness when we realized that the cafe was closed and they offered us a soda back at the camp ground.
I almost collapsed in sheer happiness.
Once that coke hit my lips the world was right again. The affects are instant and my body was thanking me.


We sat there for about 15 minutes talking about bikes, trails, camping and why we were all there. Needless to say we all have a passion for nature and all it's wonders.
We parted ways and as I passed by their campground I told myself to always remember their kindness and to somehow repay that. Not necessarily to them but perhaps thru hikers, trail runners, really anyone. That little act of kindness made a world of a difference.

The descent was incredible.
While we were climbing I was too focused on my body and it's motions to actually notice the beauty that surrounded me and as we hit 20, 30, 40 mph on the bike you are flying down natures gift. It was breath taking. Well breath taking in views and breath taking because I was holding my breath from being so scarred from the speed. Descending on a bike is not my forte.


It was a wonderful experience and it was well worth the mental and physical battle that almost consumed me during the climb. The idea that I got myself to this moment, not by car but by my own physical strength was well worth it.
We flew down in minutes what felt like centuries to climb and it was far more memorable with my dad on a motorcycle along for the ride.
He may not have the strength to cycle since his battle with Cancer but he enjoys life to the fullest with what he can and I truly appreciate that.

INCREDIBLE
difficult to believe; extraordinary.
"the noise from the crowd was incredible"
synonyms: magnificent, wonderful, marvelous, spectacular, remarkable, phenomenal, prodigious, breathtaking, extraordinary, unbelievable, amazing, stunning, astounding, astonishing, awe-inspiring, staggering, formidable, impressive, supreme, great, awesome, superhuman; informalfantastic, terrific, tremendous, stupendous, mind-boggling, mind-blowing, jaw-dropping, out of this world, far out; literarywondrous
"an incredible feat of engineering"

That's it folks.
My first ride in over a year and I chose that. Heck, I finished Lake Tahoes Most Beautiful bike ride 100 miles with not riding in a year either.
I've got to get back on the saddle more often and explore these great climbs that surround LA.
Want to be my riding buddy?
Just be warned... I take my time :)

The jist of the ride included 50.5 miles, 6,519 ft in elevation gain and it took 4:24 hours.
Definitely satisfied my itch to be outdoors.
This week has been dedicated to rest and recovery considering I have plantar fascitis in my left foot. Less running, more stretching, strength training and naps.
Lots of naps.

I am grateful for this day and hope their will be many more like this to come!

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness










Beacon Rock 50k and all its glory

LISTEN to me
Rather than finish the three post I have in my editing section of my blog, I thought I should shed some light on the events of this past weekend as it is fresh in my mind.


It's difficult to describe the race when it wasn't your normal 6+ hour event that you drive to, run the course and drive home. Beacon Rock 50k was my first official 50k race, weirdly enough I've signed up for farther distances and yet never completed an official 50k other than my own training runs.

Beacon Rock 50k/25k is put on by Rainshadow Running who also put on the wonderful yet painful Gorge Waterfall 100k/50k in March. This event however is their best kept secret- quite literally. It is one of the most unique destination race weekends I've participated in. They offered their runners the opportunity to camp amongst their family and friends (Dogs are welcome too!!!). Located in Beacon Rock State Park along the Columbia River Gorge the mid-June weather offered quite the spectacle of natures beauty.


Leading up to race weekend I found myself stressed from life's hurdles. Dealing with a car that is on it's last strand of life, it being completely ransacked of anything valuable and late hours of work left me with little to no sleep. On the verge of what seemed like a melt down escaping for the weekend seemed to be the light at the end of the tunnel.
The mere hurdles of material possessions wasn't going to bring my spirits down.
I am healthy, Juniper is healthy- and for that I am extremely happy and grateful.

I didn't quite understand the magnitude of fun Rainshadow events were until I participated in the Gorge Waterfalls 100k.
There at the 100k finish line is where I met Dave. He's running every race that Rainshadow Running puts on and at its longest distance. He showed me a few of the videos of their races and I was hooked already.
I couldn't wait to sign up for another!

Friday, June 12th couldn't come fast enough. The three hours of sleep was welcomed by the idea that I would soon be on my way to Portland. I arrived around 9am and was quickly off to Beacon Rock State Park.
We had till around 3pm to see the sights before setting up camp. The road to the park ran along the Columbia River Gorge where just on the other side was where Gorge Waterfalls took place.

People slowly started trickling in and setting up camp and by sunset there were heaps of kids roasting their smores by the community fire.



RACE DAY:
50k Start time: 8am
25k Start Time: 9am
Kids 1k start time: 8:45 -> Isn't that the cutest!!!

To summarize the course is that it is a 25k loop around the state park. 50k runners run two loops and 25k runners run, well, ONE.
It's an extremely fun course other than that you run to the finish line and have to do another loop. You kick start the course on pavement but have no fear- its short. The majority of the course is on the best trails that Beacon Rock State Park have to offer (so I believe) you cover Hardy Ridge, Hardy Creek and Hamilton Mountain. On Hardy Ridge their is an option to go off trail a little to check out the views. It was crystal clear that you could see the views of the Cascades and the snow on Mt Hood and of course the entire Columbia River Gorge. One loop offers about 3700 feet in fain with two big Climbs following a downhill for both.


Looking at the course it seemed very runnable, however, seeing how little sleep I received the whole week leading up to race day- my body was screaming with fatigue. I wanted to enjoy the course, take in the beautiful scenery and by scenery I of course mean of running behind a very stud of a man wearing a cropped turquoise Ninja turtle tank and short shorts. The very meaning of a dangling carrot infront of me and the only reason why I continued to even run.

If you didn't know, all of the aid stations are fully equipped with food. We all know how I love food, but more specifically my obsession and slight addiction with, TRAIL BUTTER. Well the turn around point, also the finish line for 25k runners, I spent a little too much time socializing at the aid station and by socializing I mean seizing every opportunity to eat as much trail butter as possible. The tortillas were merely a vessel for the nutty spread, the best vessel of course being the Oreo's. Hey, I can socialize and get my trail butter fix in at the same time.

It wasn't till I turned the corner out of the campsite that I felt as though I'd, against my own will, gift the pavement with all the food sizzling in my stomach. The climb up to Hardy Ridge was exciting to say the least. The fatigue was hitting me quite forcefully along with the feeling that I would hurl at any possible moment...
Reaching the aid station I headed straight for the water, I couldn't even look at the trail butter- WE'RE FIGHTING. Staying hydrated was all I could think about, Dave having to remind to to breath properly at times.
Who needs oxygen anyways?


The run through Hardy Creek I felt my body finally agreeing with what I was doing (normally that happens around 18 miles). It was during the small section before the Hamilton climb that reminded me of running Gorge Waterfalls 100k.
The same feeling of pure ecstasy and thinking of how lucky I am to experience this- to be running alongside mother natures beauty. The views were intoxicating and I was drinking it's koolaid rapidly. Reaching Mt. Hamiltons scenic vista I was kicking myself quite literally for not bringing my camera. I am aware that pictures won't do what I was experiencing justice but damn- the sight is one to experience.


The run down both Dave and my spirits where high. He was counting down the mileage- well the kilometers as I was counting down the mileage. Our steps seemed to pace eachother as we ran until we could cross that finish line and get the infamous high five from race director James.

The rush of completing an ultra is unexplainable, with any distance it always is an overwhelming feeling of accomplishment. Despite the agony my body was feeling during the race, everything didn't matter once I crossed that finish line. The experience was well worth it and definitely something I would return to experience again.

After races I'm accustomed to mingling and then leaving soon after. This is not like any other race.
The finish line is when the party essentially begins. Rainshadow race directors pride themselves in their spirit of community and you surely will feel it at the finish of any of their races. NO medals or race money is won, instead you are give a high five and a big party with fellow runners that within seconds will be your new friends for life.
With such a warm day you'll be laying in the sun-warmed grass, drinking local beer, eating bottomless woodfire pizza (veg/ vegan friendly!) and other great food, and listening to live music from The Pine Hearts. Lets not forget the return of the SLIP-N-SLIDE.


Coming to this race in particular I knew that I would know only one person and yet I never felt as though I was a stranger to anyone. The participants were social and friendly. Anywhere I sat I was welcomed with open arms into the conversation and made friends from all sorts of areas. With such a passion for a sport it's hard not to embrace people with that similar fire lit inside for that love of nature and her trails.

A majority of the runners, their friends and family camped at the finish line meaning the party continued until after the sun set. The camp fire was lit and soon all were surrounding it, gathering for warmth as well as just to converse with each other and listen to some rad acoustics.
The only way I could describe how it felt in the simplest way:
Imagine inviting 200 of your closest friends to a camping weekend with great food, great beer, live music from The Pine Hearts and throw in a fun group trail run in the middle. NO biggie.

I don't quite know what time it was that I went to bed, after 11:30 sometime. The area had no reception which ment my phone sat in the tent a majority of the time and my watch, surprise surprise, died after I finished the run.
I attempted to stay up longer but with sleep filled eyes, I could no longer hang with the few remaining. (Few meaning mostly everyone and me just being a sleepy big baby).

Needless to say I slept like a rock that night and better than I had all week.

Sunday morning was filled with more see you later than goodbyes.
Eating breakfast, chatting with new friends, lounging and eventually packing.
Even then after everyone had left just laying out in the sun warmed grass soaking in the sun.
Dang you Pacific North West, why do you have to feel so nice.
It makes going back to the polluted, traffic, overpopulated city that is LA so much more difficult.

I didn't have to be back in Portland for my flight till 8pm which means I could spend a bit more time enjoying the sound of the wind, the heat of the sun, the smell of the surrounding nature, the taste of the wild raspberries that grew, the view of the Gorge and just relax.


Now that I'm back in Los Angeles it's as though my PNW trip was all a dream.
Nature exists!
Trees are supposed to be green, flowers DO bloom, mountains DO have snow, water DOES flow.
And believe it or not... you can actually drink tap water- I know, I know... seems unreal but I kid you not it is true.
It all seems so unreal and definitely un-Southern California esk.

Now I understand why my best friend Brooke and her husband Patrick moved back to Washington!
I get it!

Socal has some great perks and I'm in dire need of an adventure soon in order to remember that.
(hint hint Vince)

I'll just continue dreaming of the Pacific North West and until my next race there- Oregon Coast.
Like Rainshadow races claim to leave you wonder...
Why run anywhere else?


Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness


The adventure from Wrightwood to Mt Baldy and back


Ahoy there all you reading in cyber world.

It's been a struggle to sit down and actually put into words the roller coaster of adventures I've been experiencing.
At first the roller coaster seemed to malfunction and was under repair for almost two weeks.
Two.
Weeks.

Meaning I went for a run after Gorge and did SOMETHING that overworked my ankle and was unable to run or do any sort of exercise for two weeks. After experiencing the world wind of Gorge Waterfalls 100 k race, but body wanted to 1. continue to run 2. eat EVERYTHING in my sight or that can be purchased and in my hands in 20 min.
So once I was injured- I was on option 2 for the time being.

After two weeks I was depressed, moody, unhappy, hangry, etc. I had made an immediate appointment with my favorite sports masseuses over at LA Sports Massage located on the West Side... no where near where I live by the way. Despite the distance, it was well worth it. I walked out feeling amazing and the pain in my ankle almost 100% gone- almost.

Since Gorge 100k I have had several amazing adventures and although I would like to portray every detail on each one, time is of the essence and today time permits only one adventure.
This is the latest one and may be one of my favorites- shhh... don't tell anyone.

These last few months my friend Vince and I have been planning to run from Wrightwood to Mt. Baldy and back via the North Backbone trail however due to either work or schedule conflicts- it had yet to happen.
Somehow last Monday evening Vince asked me if I wanted to run and seeing how I did a very difficult leg workout earlier that day- I said I was available to go on an adventure but would enjoy more climbing and less easy running seeing how my legs may be a bit tight.
Either way I knew I was going to be sore- but go big or go home right?

We both had the day off and we had agreed on more of a late start than normal. Juniper and I met Vince at his house around 9am and were off on the road.
Maybe it was the bottle of wine I had the night prior or my lack of proper judgment but I had decided to feed Juniper a new brand of dog food for breakfast in hopes that she would be nice and full for our adventure.
Well she was definitely full all right. After 30 minutes of trying to tell us something... she let go of her fullness in Vinces car- thankfully on a blanket that covered the seat.
Dog owner fail on my part- it was an easy clean up and thankfully NOT messy but boy was that a nice little kick start to our adventure.
Jeez Juniper.
After a very short debate on where we will be starting... normally the process goes; Describe our options, what do you think our best option is and Sawna always agrees. Easy as that. Just tell me where and when and I'll be there- Sawna's always down is what my friends say. Is that a good thing or a bad thing, I'm going with good.

We arrive in Wrightwood with a failed attempt to start as close to the acorn trail as possible when end up parking at the Good 'Ol Wrigthwood Community Center where the Angeles Crest 100 race begins.

We make it maybe a quarter of a mile and needless to say we were both up to turn around go back to Jensens Market pick up some beer and call it a day. Juniper on the other hand was not okay with that idea.
While Vince and I complained the whole way up, she played fetch; ran far up the trail and back, played with the pine cones, and really showed us how lazy we really were.

Once we reached the top of the acorn trail where it connects with the PCT we turned left versus the normal right to continue onto the AC100 course. We immediately ran into two PCT hikers that Juniper was so excited to say hi to.

We continued on the PCT, Vince and I definitely taking our time on this flat section as we slowly hiked across- we didn't want to miss the connection to Pine Mountain.

At this point I was very happy I didn't listen to Vince's recommendations in wearing tights because of the snow- despite the snow sections it was warm out and I was already regretting wearing a long sleeve shirt. He, on the other hand, was definitely enjoying full tights and long sleeves- haha SUCKA.

Pine Mountain (elevation 9,648) was a death march.
Yes I may have worked out my legs the day before.
Yes I may have partook in drinking a whole bottle of wine during dinner.
Yes I was cursing at myself every step up to the peak of Pine Mountain.

Whoa- what a roller coast that was. It was a very strenuous climb and I hated myself more and more for it with every step.
Why do I constantly put myself in this position?
Why do I say yes to every adventure?
Why can't I just stay home and do something normal- like laundry?
Why am I doing something I'm obviously not enjoying?

All questions going through my head in between the few cuss words I may have said to myself.

What a pansy I was.

Once we got up to the peak of pine we took a few photos and I was able to give Juniper her first sweet potato as she denied my request to take a photo with us. Little fart face she was being- let be honest she rarely listens to me to begin with.

To say I was in a funk is an understatement. Vince seemed all peppy although he kept saying that he wanted to turn back.
Lets be honest- he only said that because he knew I was struggling.
I call him an enabler.
He continued saying how we still accomplished a great climb and that we earned our beers but Mt. Baldy was still in the distance and I wanted to be on that summit whether I was happy about it or not.

I told myself to "MAN UP SAWNA" and although I was looking forward I told Vince that we had to continue.
Go big or go home right? And I wasn't going home until we accomplished what we had set out to do.

The run down and up Dawson felt more like a crawl. Every ounce of my body was upset we hadn't turned around and it was telling me it was not ready to run. I shut that little voice in my head and continued forward.
Once we were on Dawson my mood had lightened up. There's no turning around at this point.

It was a nice steep run down, continue on the ridge for about half a mile then a steep climb up.
Literally felt as though I was climbing, at points hands on the ground telling myself; left foot, right foot, left hand, right hand- continue.

Ascending Baldy on this side there was extreme amounts of snow however it never got dangerous for us to continue our ascent. There were, however, a few times when we had to climb over a small patch of snow and I'd slip and scream bloody murder(literally screamed for my life) and Vince just mimicked me. I must admit, I probably sounded close to a yapping parrot.


This whole adventure between both Vince and I playfully complaining out loud and pretending to lay on logs and climb weirdly shaped trees we had play list going. We could start a band and be the singers our voices were perfectly harmonized and angelically matched the chirping of birds and whistling of the wind.
NOT.

Here's an idea of what we were belting out.
I Can See Clearly Now the Rain is Gone- Jimmy Cliff
I Believe in A Thing Called Love- The Darkness
Lean On Me- Seal
Baby Got Back- Sir Mix A Lot
Sometimes- Britney Spears

I can't really think of any others.

Once we arrived at the peak of Baldy- it was pure happiness. There was something about that last climb.
The farther up we climbed the happier I was. Once we reached the peak- I was ecstatic. Perhaps it's the altitude and the less amounts of oxygen reaching my brain?


We were there a mere few minutes before my body warmth started to disappear and the cold started to settle in.


Seeing that I this was new territory for me I believe I didn't enjoy it to the fullest because I didn't understand the distance and or how the terrain was going to be and I was constantly worried. Once we started to descend Baldy all that weight on my shoulders disappeared and I was having the most fun I've had in a long time!


Juniper was having the time of her life in the snow. She was not affected by elevation or the amount of climbing we were doing.
We descended Baldy with one final snow run/slide before heading to Dawson. Thanks Vince for reaming into me!


Heading back to Wrightwood seemed as though it flew by. I honestly felt 100% better and my body agreed!
It finally warmed up to the idea of running and every pain I felt earlier had disappeared.

Acorn trail was by far my favorite section to run down. Since Gorge I have had a lingering pain in my feet that has kept me from actually flying downhill. Today there was no pain and I was able to run my fasted downhill and what seems like months! Despite having to stop a few times to ensure little June bug was behind me, it was definitely one of my favorite moments. She is not too keen on speeding down mountains as she is ascending them but it's something we are working on. She kept pretty close behind me and the three of us were able to run swiftly back to the car.
Oh and we saw a bear, well a dog that looked like a bear... same same but different.


At last, the feeling of accomplishment. This feeling I ache for!
"I just want to climb, big, steep, nasty ridges leading up to high summits. I was the burn of thin air".
The pain is what I truly enjoy and is something I may forget in the moment but truly appreciate at the end.
It makes it all worth it.


I'm still laughing over here thinking of the beautiful 70 degree weather and Vince in long tights. HA. Sorry man!

After a job around the parking lot and a pit stop to the bathroom we head back to Jensens for some truly deserved beer.
We picked up Modern times and Mammoth Lakes Brewing Co IPA and of course a nice meaty snack for Junebug.

Definitely some fine tasting beer while sitting in the parking lot of Grizzly Cafe as we await for our Veggie burgers.
After a very nice conversation with the hostess about how two very equally awesome people can be just friends- we received our burger and fries.
HEAVEN.
That's what it tasted like.
We ate as if we hadn't seen food in a while- silence in the car and all you can hear is chewing and processing of the burgers with an occasional sip of beer.
HEAVEN.

The car ride home consisted of re-living the days adventure and how completely awesome it was and me falling asleep.

Wrightwood to Mt Baldy is a difficult climb but it is well worth the struggle for the absolute beauty the San Gabriel Mountains have to offer.


I can't wait for the next adventure!
What's next?


Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness

Getting personal with Gorge Waterfalls 100k

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Ray of light peeks through the trees.
Teasing you with kisses of sunlight.
Trees don't look normal here; moss covered branches, deep green colored leaves wet from the clouds tears.
Each step taken is welcomed by the soft terrain and by the trees blossomed flowers and leaves.
There is no sound other than the cracking of water, the chirping of distant birds, the occasional songs of the wind passing through and then there is the heavy deep breath coming from my lungs.
I'm in my own world- there is no one around me.


I lean on a rock and look around me.
The idea of sitting here forever has crossed my mind.
Time has stopped.
Nothing matters.
There is a mist in the air cooling my cold sweat dripping down my chest as I watch my breath come in and holding back from tears going out.
I don't want to go further, but I don't want to go back.
My body feels strong- possibly the strongest it's ever felt but I am unable to move my feet.
I focus on my breathing, trying to not think of possible failure and consider hope.
My breath is uneasy, it breaths in the cold mist from a nearby waterfall but am unable to breath out.. a dry taste in my mouth from forcing the tears back.

Focus.

I take a step, then another and continue on forward. I'm too close.
I think of the 52 miles that have gotten me to this spot, this exact moment and I promise to myself I am never doing this again. Nothing of the sort. I'm giving up.
Despite this beauty, despite the happiness it once brought me.
Nothing can equate to the pain that I was feeling at that moment.
A memory jolts me back to reality...

It's 2am and I'm laying in bed at the Troutdale motel 6.
Sleep resides on my eyelids as I push the covers away and sit up.
30 minutes before the alarm would sings it's tune here I am awake.
I start my prep, one that I am definitely not accustomed to but a prep of what I know for any sort of race.
How does one prep to run 62 miles?
Feeling like a baby learning how to walk... it's all from experience.
This, Gorge 100k will be my second 100k and my overall 4th Ultra or 5th if you consider an attempt.
I'm fresh to races in general and am learning what works for me as a runner, and what doesn't.
I pack what I think I may possibly need in two different drop bags.
Normally just extra nutrition. Cliff bars, shot blocks, almond butter, peanuts- all things I've trained with successfully.

Once Carlos is up things are somewhat turned into reality.
C-Los!
When I think of Carlos, I think of my first ultra, Leona Divide 50mi, and I remember as one of my coaches he was always an inspiration.
Even when I had food poising three days before the race- I could here his voice saying that I can overcome this and still race!
Those were the days.

I call my dad from the car en route to the race and wake him up. He gives me some words of encouragement and I send him back to his slumber.
This doesn't feel real. How am I in Portland?
I look outside and I see dark trees pass and pass quickly- nothing but trees.
Walking around the starting line I feel like a fish out of water. I see all these fellow runners but don't actually feel like one of them .
They all have their stuff together, stretching, talking amongst each other and I feel the uneasiness of my stomach.


4:04 am and the race begins.
I feel as though I'm watching all the runners pass from above but not actually participating. Brights colors and flashes of lights pass through the park. Sounds of feet hitting the gravel.
I hear people chatting in the distance but unable to focus on anything other than where my foot will step next.
That uneasiness in my stomach on growing with each minute that passes.
After the first mile we start our first climb. Still on cement. I can't help but to look up, with my light shining I can see the mist and in the distance I see a line of trickling lights all moving in the same direction, tall ones short ones all in line moving upward.

Time ticks on... very slowly.
It's still dark. It's raining ever so lightly.
My stomach is still churning.
The idea of throwing up or going to the bathroom crossed my mind.
Maybe I'll feel better.
But in a line of other runners and I'm unable to move to the side without falling down the mountain.
There is no other direction to go but forward.

I find myself unable to concentrate. I'm 5 miles in and I'm already not enjoying myself.
I scold myself for having a few too many beers and eating poorly at McMenamins the day before.
Anything would've provoked this.
Nobody to blame but myself.

Entering the first aid station No name around mile 6 I decide to continue instead of releasing whatever uneasiness it was sitting in my stomach.
Just keep going was my thought.
Poor decision making on my part- surprise surprise.
The farther I go, the slower my steps are, the longer time feels to go on and the worse my stomach starts to feel.

I pass by the 2nd aid and instantly see Jc, Melissa's fiance.
He asks me how I am and I quickly respond with something along the lines of not good and stomach issues.
I realize those are the first words I've spoken since the race begun.
I quickly pass through that aid station as well, afraid that someone else will ask me a question and I will have to speak again.

About 13 miles down.
I continue onward.
I attempt to make conversation with a woman I was running next to the last mile. We talked for a bit and continued on our own path forward.
About two miles later I'm drenched in a cold sweat.
Beads dropping down my face as I watch them hit the floor- I'm moving that slow.
My hands are around my stomach and I'm hunched over.
I feel the sour saliva in my mouth. Super sexy.
The single track turns into an open area. Hope.
I've got to find a spot to go to the bathroom.
You can say what you want. We all do it. But at this point I may explode.
It won't be a pretty sight.
And it doesn't help that I'm wearing lime green shorts. (insert shocked emoji face here)

At this point I've gone to the bathroom three times. My stomach still not at ease and definitely will re consider my food choices before a race next time.

I catch up to the group I've lost and start to feel slightly better.
Coming into mile 22 Cascade Locks aid station I see JC and I feel instantly so relieved to see a friendly face.
I'm feeling reborn. My stomach back to normal my spirits high.

I initially wanted to race this course. Run my little heart out.
I've settle to just completing it. Have fun, Sawna!
Enjoy yourself.
Take in the surroundings.
The beauty.


After Cascade locks- my body felt warmed up. My feet no longer hurt.
I eased in to a good pace, a solid easy run and was able to continue forward passing several runners that had passed me earlier in the day.
I'm running and am feeling great.
I speed into Wyeth and quickly drink a cup of coke while a angel of a volunteers shocks me with my drop bag asking me if I needed anything from it.
I word vomited something along the lines that he was an angel face and that I was so thankful for his help. Angel!
I grab my cliff bar and quickly set back out on the course.
Feeling great- I didn't want to lose what I was feeling.
This is it. This feeling- it's why I continue this craziness of running. It's an amazing feeling.
I continue onward. Running every step, a slow run but still running.
At some point I hear steps behind me.
A mile in I decide to make conversation.
Josh- I'm talking about YOU! (May have stolen some of your pictures).
We were able to run consistently to the next aid station at mile 40.
At that point I didn't wait- Grabbed another cup of coke my cliff bar and off I went.
Somehow only taking under a minute at each aid station.
GET 'ER DONE is all I can think about.

I continue forward- in an absolute runners high I stop to take a few pictures of the incredible beauty surrounding me. Breath taking views of trees as tall as I can see, green moss carpet covered rocks.

The next aid station didn't seem as close as my feet started to feel the pain from the rocks returning.
These rocks are sharpened knifes waiting to strike at any moment.
With my right plantar still having issues- every step was shooting pain causing my right foot to lose feeling.

I catch up to this girl and what seems like her pacer and I run behind them for a minute or two. I notice this guy running in place as the poor girl is hiking up, very slowly, as if in low spirits as he is talking endlessly and very loudly. My goal- to pass them and get far far away before I punch the guy. As we are climbing I decide to just go for it as he is still running in place. I'm pretty sure I gave him the look of death. I feel pretty bad for that girl- definitely wouldn't want him to be my pacer.

I watched my watch with every mile passing. 49 couldn't come any faster- and when I reached 49 and I knew I still had a mile till the aid station, my spirits were quickly diminishing.


Running into the aid station I tried waving to the camera as I knew my dad had spent all morning watching Ultra TV's live race. I didn't see JC or Carlos at the aid station and I almost panicked. They were bringing me more nutrition as I didn't have a drop bag there.
I grab a few Pb&J's and hoped for the best. Running out of the aid station I see them in the distance getting out of their car.
My hands fly up with sudden relief. I'm in pain.
My feet hurt. My spirits are low.
But having the proper nutrition- I'm at least slightly comforted about that.

The next two miles is mostly flat road.
EXCITING.
Not.
After eating those PB&J's I feel almost instantly sick to my stomach and feel like it essentially went right through me.
I ended up running until I could barely run/walk looking for the nearest bush to release whatever this is that is making me ill.

It never happened. I continued forward. Onward into the hurt locker.

I leap frog with a girl and end up passing her afraid that I may be sick infront of her. This is where all things went sour.
Full circle back to where I began my story.

Focus.

I take a step, then another and continue on forward. I'm too close.
I think of the 52 miles that have gotten me to this spot, this exact moment and I promise to myself I am never doing this again. Nothing of the sort. I'm giving up.
Despite this beauty, despite the happiness it once brought me.
Nothing can equate to the pain that I was feeling at that moment.
A memory jolts me back to reality...

A memory I choose to forget, black out if you must say.
A race I attempted back in August- one that I gave up on.
One that broke my body down.
This, today's race, can never equal the amount of pain that I was in during the 24 hour span.
Today's excuses will never equal to what had happened that day.
I will not give up the way I did during that race.

I realize at that moment- my breath starts to normalize.
My step quickens and my walk turns into a run. Mind you, a slow run but running it was!
Realizing at that time, the pain I was complaining about had suddenly disappeared.

I decided in that moment that I have one DNF. Only one and as long as it doesn't get to how I was during that specific race- I have no reason to shut my body down again.
I will not give in.
I will not give up.
No matter what- I was going to finish. Coming this far I will not let a little mental block break me down.
If I walk or if I run- nothing will stop me.
It is up to me whether it will take me an hour and a half... or three hours to finish.
How long do I want to continue?

My answer- the faster the better. SO I RAN!
I continued running forward and continued running up.
Thinking how close I was to finishing I giggled to myself. I've ran so far without falling- this has to be a record for me.
My buddie Vince has always said that I'm only allowed to fall once.
He's experienced my clumsiness.
Remembering what my friend and ganbatte crossfit coach JP would tell me... my form.
When I get lazy and tired my form goes out the door.
I instantly correct my posture, my hands turn properly and are lowered and I lift my feet a bit higher.
At that point Josh finally caught up to me, boy is that guy strong!
Apparently we both struggled at the same time.

So we ran together. Hiked the last incline and continued onward.
With my endorphins kicking and my spirits finally back at its height.
We continued to chat and even stopped at a few creeks and drank the cold refreshing water.

I continued to run and when there was a decent. I sprinted.
There was about a mile of decent that was our first climb in the beginning of the race that was all gravel.
I sprinted. Ran by several different people and one one of the hairpins I completely slipped and SLID.
Like a cartoon character slipping on a banana peel.
But with the forward movement I picked myself up and continued.
Continued onto the finish line where Carlos arrived maybe seconds before.


Upon your finish your instantly greeted with a high five by the race director.
As well as greeted with several kegs of beer and fresh made pizza to order. This beats any race medal and finishers top I've ever received.
My kind of party!
I've instantly forgotten the 13 hours of pain that I endured.
But remember the close knit community that share this intense pursit of happiness.
It's not just the adventure of running in the mountains but it's the people you share it with.
The trail community is such a wonderufl tight knit group that I can easily say I have yet met one bad bunch!
That's just it.
It's a life style.
I consider my training these last few months.
My hundred mile weeks or any high mileage week I completed was never because I HAD to train.
Rather because I wanted to- it just so happened to equal a three digit final number.
If you look at my training. I would rather go spend the day and get lost in the mountains for an odd number of miles than have a hard training day and not really enjoy myself.
Can I be in the mountains everyday?
Well I'm trying but it's not too reasonable with a 40+ hour work week tagging along.

But till then- I will continue.
Continue my mountain adventures.
Continue to run these incredible races.
Continue to love mother nature and all its resources.
No matter all the minor humps I have to get over... physically and mentally.
I know I'll always want to run.

And next year you bet I'll be back at the Gorge for another round of the 100k distance.
Psshhhhhh- can't get rid of me that easily.

Now... I'm off to attempt my first run since Saturday.
If you could tell my stomach to stop being so hungry- I'd appreciate it.
Last night I ordered two different Thai dishes and dropped my mango sticky rice on the floor- you're welcome Juniper.
Call me Sawna the garbage disposal, the never ending stomach.


Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.


Beer anyone?









Tapering PRE Gorge 100k

Someone once told me I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Whether that's a good thing or bad- I don't know.

Yesterday, Sunday, while at work this Spanish couple comes into my store and he quickly greets me and says its good to see me.
Um... do I know you?
My initial thought.
Of course I said nothing of the sort.

I was helping his girlfriend locate a basic black whicking moisture tank and he approaches me while she is in the fitting room.
He then asks me if there is something bothering me.. it seems as though there is something I am deeply focused on and that my energy is steering in that direction. He then explains that it isint that I'm not happy, but am nervous or is worried about an upcoming event.
WHAT THE HECK.
Normally I answer frankly but today was not that kind of day. What am I supposed to say?
I was stunned.
I responded with a casual... I'm great!

10 minutes before this incident I was browsing the Gorge 100k website.
They had posted a 100k Preview with a run down of all the elites racing.
My idea going into this race was to not over think things.
Just to enjoy the process, the ups and downs, the adventure 61 miles of running brings.
Reading this just somewhat made the butterflies in my stomach start fighting.
Hench why this man I've never known just read me like a Nicholas Sparks book.

I'm not completely sure why I got nervous after reading the entry list.
I do consider myself still so fresh to this ultra community, I can't help but get the jitter bugs before race day!
61 miles is no joke!

T-minus 5 days till I will be toeing the line in Oregon yet again for another 61 miles.
Less than 2 months ago I was running Sean O’Brien 100k here in beautiful southern California.
Last week, oh boy, last week was tough. Tapering has gotten the best of me.
I"M GOING LOCA!
CRAZY IN THE HEAD.
ABSOULTELY BANANAS.

I'm still exercising, yes, however not to the extent I want to be.
Adventure awaits and yet I'm doing short boring runs and spending time at the gym... it just makes me so lackadaisical.
Say that word ten times fast... pisshhhhh.

Tapering has proven wonders during a race and that is why I am strictly enforcing myself to continue it.
I have to admit, I enjoy having the time to clean my apartment, do laundry, catch up with friends... blah blah blah.
The things you do when your not running 4-8 hours of your day.
Isn’t that normal?
I have all this stored energy and I can't really do anything with it except have dance parties.
Dance parties in cars.
Dance parties at work.
Dance parties at the grocery store- YOU NAME IT.
(Don't doubt me- I may be a terrible dancer but these parties do exists).

I leave for Portland Thursday night and meet up with C-Los at the airport around 10pm.
I'm flying in from Burbank and he's flying from LAX but arriving the same time. PERF!
Honestly, I don't know what to expect.
I want to run strong.
I want to run smart.
I want to take some epic pictures.
I want to eat some stellar vegan food.
I want to taste some yummy beer.


Until then I'll try to not eat tubs of hummus in one sitting... starting tomorrow.
I still have a container of almond butter in my purse, you know, when I need to get my fixin.

THE COUNTDOWN IS ON!

Till next time,
peace, love, happiness.

Funday Tuesday on Mt. Baldy


My alarm clock went off at 5:30 am.

To me 5:30 am is sleeping in when the last few weeks I've been waking up naturally around 4am-4:30am.
Weird, I know.

Sitting on the side of my bed unable to open my eyes I remember only a mere few hours ago I woke to Juniper laying on the pillows next to me just staring at me.
Please let it be not what I know it is.
Please just lay your head back down to sleep.
Please don't get up and go to the door.
Please, ugh, please don't cry.

As I thought all these things, Juniper rises immediately- jumps off my bed and sits and waits by the door.
Basically saying "HEY MOM! Get your butt up and take me outside now to use the bathroom". Perks of living in an apartment.
I'm thankful Juniper and I speak the same language... or I'd be in trouble.

Well, when that 5:30 am alarm went off I sat on the side of my bed rocking back and forth.
As though I was going crazy.
Maybe I am! Who wakes up that early on their day off!

I literally feel as though I was beaten with a stick while sleeping. I have never felt this bad waking up early.
I can bail, I can just sleep in and enjoy being home on my day off- aren't I supposed to be tapering anyways.
Silly thoughts I just swept aside.
There is NO WAY I'm passing up an adventure on the mountains.
Save the complaining for another time when it's acceptable.

7am I meet up with Vince at his house for a carpool to Baldy.
One reason I just couldn't flake on today, well other than me not being a flake, is that the trail we were supposed to be doing is one I have never done before.
I've ran down it once back in November. At that time I didn't know what it was and that it was actually closed-WHOOPS.

8am we are parked at Brown canyon trail parking lot across from the Baldy lodge restaurant. Really easy to get to- especially if their is no traffic.

Spoon in my mouth full of almond butter, I'm running around the street in front of the restaurant chasing Juniper.
This is so embarrassing.
Naturally this is Junipers 'I'm FREE' run. She's rebellious and will escape any possible way of being on a leash.
Except there are cars and the idea of her being hit by a car before an adventure makes me choke on the almond butter I was, minutes earlier, forcing myself to eat.
This dog drives me bananas sometimes.
Absolutely BA-NA-NAS!

Before you actually reach the trail head- you walk pass a few random house and a cross a slight creek. It's not too distinct but as long as your following the street and not entering someones property... you're going the right way!
We reach the trail head and I free Juniper. At last!
It's a beautiful day out and although its quite warm I still pack my windbreaker knowing how ascending Baldy can get quite cold.

It felt like hours until we reached a mile, two miles, three...
Definitely was beaten with a stick last night and must've blocked it out from my memory.

What does one talk about while on such long runs?
This is my third run so far with Vince and I'm pretty sure we talked about everything.
Veganism, our families, buying cars, sleeping habits, races, training, life goals... you name it.
Time normally just flies by.

Today the clock ticked. My body ached, I couldn't breath, my head hurt, ugh- are we there yet?
I honestly couldn't tell you what was wrong with me other than lack of SLEEP.

I started feeling better toward mile 5 of our ascent. This is the point when the trail opened up from the single track of a rocky mess to more of a open terrain filled with crystal white snow.
Seeing the snow I instantly felt 100% better.
Also, seeing the amount of fun Juniper was having- it was hard not to feel instantly better.
This is when the adventure begun.


The running along the snow, getting shin deep in the snow and having absolutely no care in the world.
My ankles were numb, my socks soaked but we kept going, throwing a snow ball here and there.
This is why I woke up early.

We lost the trail... found it again and at certain points just sat on the ridge line and starred off into the distance talking about different trails, different adventures, possible new adventures.
The closer we got to the top of Baldy, the cold wind inevitably hit us. Thankful for that windbreaker I packed earlier.
When we reached the top we took a spot on the North side of the mountain to face Baden Powell.
We chatted about the trails that lead Mt. Baldy to Wrightwood and all the other connecting trails that are near.
Unfortunately my body temperature decreased far too quickly to continue sitting so off we went back down Bear canyon.

After a few minutes of hugging my hands around my body- I was warm again once again playing through the snow.
We were able to pick up some speed along with exploring some rock formations off trail.

While running down we saw two people in the distance- the first we've seen on the trail today!
Vince turned around with the widest grin and I honestly thought that he was genuinely happy to see others on the trail but once we ran closer I noticed why he was so happy.
It was Sage Canaday and girlfriend Sandi Nypaver.
How could we not stop and take a selfie with Sage, who days before ran a 2:20:02 at our very own heated LA Marathon!!!!
Holy Cow!
The day already had turned out amazing but at this point, I WAS OVERLY JOYED. EXSTATIC is more like it.

Needless to say, Vince and I ran down Bear canyon with the biggest grin on our faces!

Juniper on the other hand was ready to be done. Her extra few miles of running during our ascent really had her wiped by the time we were on our way back.
This girl!
She never learns to pace herself! She did extraordinarily well! I definitely waited for her around each corner to ensure she was still behind me but of course she trotted along- Juniper the happiest dog around!

As I sat at dinner with two friends visiting from Sweden, I retold the story. Honestly pretty shocked at how well the day ended up!
We were at Golden Road, not only my favorite place for local beer but their food is fantastic!

I honestly don't think my day would've been any better!
What an adventure!

So...
WHAT'S NEXT???

What lead up to, during, and after Seon O'Brien 100k

Hi!
My name is Sawna. You may remember me as the author of this so called blog. I know... it's been a while.
I swear I didn't give you up for lent... which reminds me that I didn't give anything up this year other than remembering lent. WHOOPS.

Back to the topic.
Sean O'Brien(SOB) has been on my to do list since 2014.
Unfortunately last year I had injured myself during Avalon 50miler in January that left me unable to run- even walk normally for four months.
Although I was unable to race, I volunteered at the first aid station of SOB 50/50. What an experience- one that left me itching to race even more!
After that injury I swore to myself that 2015 would start off on a better foot. (No pun intended).
I can promise myself plenty of things, which I do occasionalyl- but without action, without actually putting together a plan and executing it properly and efficiently... I'm all talk.

Once I was over the pain: pain of the body mind and soul of what happened during Angeles Crest 100 I finally sat down and incorporated a training regimen into my schedule.

I use training regimen very loosely. My main goal is to purely have fun. My want to run should sprout organically and not forcefully.
That is how I saw SOB100k.
This was my first 100k race and honestly didn't really know what to expect. I can say that for any race I participate in as I am still extremely fresh to the Ultra environment.

In the two months leading up to SOB my goal was to have a three week build then a rest week and start again. Along with running I incorporated more strength training, you know- weights, squats, burp(I can't say the word without crindging)ees ... all that jazz.

I also followed a strict two week taper. At which point I was ready for it.

Training for SOB included heaps of 3-4am wakeup calls and running the actual course with my pals Waymond, Stephen, Da, Carlos... the gang!
Friends that inspired me to TRY a bit harder, run a bit farther, and absolutely always have fun!

Race day felt like any other day. Early wakeup time to meet a bunch of friends for a run.
Except this run- well it was more than just a couple of friends.

My stomach dropped as the clock ticked down to 0 but off we 100kers went.
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to have fun.
Don't go out too hard, you've done this a plethora of times Sawna- you don't need to go beyond your limits... at least not yet.

I remember watching the sunrise around mile 5 and thinking how grateful I am that all the pains I felt during those hard training runs are completely gone.
Shin pain; plantar pain, ankle pain poof- gone!

It was wonderful coming into the aid stations seeing so many friends just there to support!

Backbone loop is where I went into the hurt locker. I had a fantastic run down and cought up with a few friends at the aid station, it was the climb out that put me in the darkness.
I was going through the rollerdex of excuses in my head to just sit down and call it a day, however, nothing I was pulling up applied to anything I was feeling.
Honestly, my body was feeling great but my mind was lost.
During those couple of miles, I was pretty down on myself. Doubting my capabilities to complete any single race no matter the distance.
Why? That was what I kept thinking to myself.
Why did I sign up? Why did I think I could do this?
Why am I putting myself through another dnf?
The normal Sawna would've seriously punched this person I had mutated into.

Arriving at the aid station at the top I grabbed a cup of coke and a cliff bar while chatting with the volunteers.
Within a minute of drinking the soda and eating the small cliff bar I felt revitilized.
A whole new person.

You may have possibly caught me singing to myself all the way to Kanan. I felt great and I didn't care who knew it.
Running into Kanan for the second time I was surrounded with more friends, Team in Training and other ultra runners a midst.
Refuled my coke and cliff bar supply and off I went.

During the whole race I ran with a variety of people. Definitely my favorite part of racing is meeting and getting to know the person next to you during those miles you are running together.

Running into corral canyon I didn't know what to expect. I was definitely going through a rollercoaster of highs and lows and knew that this next loop was not my favorite.
What happened next is not what I had expected at mile 40-50 or felt during training but I felt great.

I had told myself that the faster I run, the faster I'd be done with this and to be honest- the quickest to a beer... where ever I could find one.

I paced myself and ran most way back up and returning to Coral Canyon I just continued on in a sprint off into LALA land.
Reminising of all the training runs I had been doing on the same trails and how extremely good I felt compared to those days.
Who would've thought that I would've felt better at mile 60 than I did at mile 1.
Passing so many friends on my way to the finish line I honestly didn't believe I had it in me but it was my longest completed race.

The last mile was in the darkness and crossing the finish line I was greeted by so many ultra friends and my best friend Lecia and her boyfriend were there with open arms- and a six pack of Laguinitas.
Damn that girl knows me too well.


It felt pretty good to have completed the whole coarse despite my attempt to drop several times.
That night I slept like a baby, quite literally, in the fetal postion with Juniper wrapped around my legs keeping them nice and toasty.

Thinking back how I felt after AC100, after Avalon, after Leona...I was dreading how I would feel after this race.
Honestly I just didn't want to look like I didn't know how to walk!
Surprisingly I was fine. I felt as though it was just another training run and I went along with my day as usual.
Farmers market with my sister, my mom came and visited and we had lunch and went to the book store. I felt great, tired, but great nonetheless.

SOB100k CHECK!

That same week I was able to start my Gorge 100k training with a solid training week consisting of Mt Wilson and my favorite, Mt Baldy.

I'm really too lazy to re-read any of this. I hope it makes sense.
I know I've already chatted with people on my race report but I thought it would only make sense to write it here... you know considering this is my running blog.

Next up Gorge 100k in two weeks and some change.

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness suckas!





A reflection

(Written weeks ago)

It ended as quickly as it started.

I reflect back to August 2nd 5:00 am and what was racing through my mind.
It has been a mere 10 weeks since then and feel as though I have grown expodentionally within that time.

I can not pin point what went wrong, but I do know what I can do differently.

Leading up to August 2nd I had difficulty sleeping which, happy to catch 4 hours a sleep a night, which may be a leading cause to what occured race day.
This experience has been discussed various different times since but I want to state my official story-
right here, right now.

Training for AC in my mind went well. Yes there were times that I would go out the night before, consume several alcholic beverages and sleep, rather nap- before a training run.
It never really phazed me. It was when the insomnia kicked in.
July was terrible. I can not phathom the reasoning- I was not nervous nor was I stressed, I really thought all of this training was fun and enjoyed spending the countless hours on the trails.
My lack of sleep really affected my training that month. I ended my last few weeks of hard training with 90+ miles and even a week of 100+ however there was a few days were I would have to pull off the side of HWY 2 to take a 20 minute power nap before a training run.
WHO DOES THAT?

I don't know how it got to this point. I pride myself on being able to sleep less and still perform extremely well.
At this point though, my body was starting to shut down.

Yes, I picked the perfect time to adopt only the cutest puppy in the world.
She did take part on some of those sleepless nights, however only minimally.
I wouldn't take any of those days back.

Driving up Angeles Crest Hwy 2 on July 31st with my friend Louis Kwan- I could barely keep my eyes open... it was 4pm.
I didn't think anything of it. No matter what- I was going to toe that starting line in less than 48 hours.

What I believe, and correct me if I'm wrong- someone crazy enough to sign up for a 100+ distance run will probably not obtain that many sleep hours to begin with.

Back to RACE DAY.

5am August 2nd.

I had crew cheif Gionne, my best friend Lecia and my dad at my side.
I was surrounded by friends that I have spent countless hours training with over the course of this last year.
I was standing next to Da, whom I've trained with since the beginning, when 50 miles was just a dream of ours.
I couldn't catch my breath. Hiking up Acorn Trail couldn't have been any harder.
At the time I thought it was for the best, I didn't want to go out too fast, however, it never subsided.
Although I felt as though I had ten pound weights attached to each foot- I persevered.

The first 25 miles of the course has always been my favorite, well lets be honest- I've enjoyed each section of the AC100 equally but putting them all together in a matter of 33 hours is different.
This first section was difficult and I couldn't understand why. It was extremely frustrating to thing how easy it seemed during my training runs and how painful it was now.

Looking back at Baden Powell, all I can remember is the need for a nap and the feeling of weakness. This was a whole other game I was playing and I was not prepared for it.

After that things just got worse.
My calf cramping up coming down Mt. Williomson- after that I felt as though I many have pulled something.
I couldnt straighten my leg for the remainder of the race.

If it wasnt for Balmore, another race participant, who encouraged me up until Chilao.
I'd probably still be crying on that paved road to Mt. Hillyar while listening to 30 Seconds to Mars- City of Angels.
Seriously.

Coming into Chilao I had gained some weight and couldn't look anyone in the face for fear of loosing my mind completely.
I tried to stretch.
I tried to eat.
I tried not to cry.
I definitely did NOT want to continue.
But needless to say, Chilao brought the baby out of me.



If it wasnt for my crew, I wouldn't have continued.
I picked up my pacer Melissa here and in my mind I thought if I just kept going, no matter what speed, I'll get over whatever was happening to my body.


I thought... things couldn't get worse.
At that point it started raining.
DOWNPOUR.

I asked for it. I asked for all of this.
At this point I was walking, every step I focused on anything but the pain in my right calf and shooting pains through both knees.
Melissa in front and I just followed... throwing myself my own pity party THE WHOLE WAY.

My attempt to drop at shortcut was a complete fail. I sat in a chair for what seemed like hours.
It was freezing.
It was raining.
I just wanted to go home and be amongst my several warm blankets.


My crew, my wonderful crew pushed me forward and with a toasty bean burrito and a poncho to sheild that rain away... I continued.
To my surprise I was able to run partly down the fire road by counting the seconds out loud and the minutes on my hand.
It was a mere distraction from not only the pain, but the uncomfortable rain poncho I was wearing that was making a maddening noise.

I would like to say I hiked up to Newcomb saddle, but Melissa could tell you it was more of a crawl.
Too many times did I ask her to stop so I can curl in a ball on the side of the trail.
SLEEP.
It's all I wanted.
It's all I craved.

The next few miles were a blur. Sleep deprived and in pain I feel as though I have attempted to black it out of my memory.
What I can rememeber is walking, very slowly, down from Newcomb Saddle en route to Chantry.
A run that can take about an hour took over 3 to walk.
3 hours and all I could manage to say to Melissa was "How many more miles".
Something I asked maybe every minute.

Coming into Chantry was a crawl.
I think back to the first time I ran the loop around Chantry Flats with Kiley and Marcus about two years ago.
Thinking how incredible it was that I had just ran 9 miles on a beautiful trail. Who would've thought that we would all be attempting Angeles Crest together.

Chantry Flats.
Oh, Chantry Flats.

Coming in and getting weighed- all I could think about is food and laying down.
I had finally gotten my weight on track but the pain I was feeling at that point was unbarable.
Dean, my second pacer urged my to continue but crawling up Upper Winter Creek was something I couldn't even fathom.


I flopped on that yoga mat layed out for me and didn't get back up.
DNF. Not something I want to include in my vocabulary.

We all have bad days- even me. Of course I would've wished for it to be ANY OTHER DAY- but it was a learning experince.
One that I will never forget.

I will never forget the support from my friends and family.
The constant encouragement from my crew.
The motivation from another participant.
The assistance given by the race volunteers.

I will never forget what happend within the 24 hours I was on that course.
One would never know, only what was seen during the aid stations.
There are countless hours and mile between each time crew is accessible and that time makes or breaks you.

Laying on my parents couch the following two days- I couldn't help but think how crazy I was to sign up in the first place.
But when I found out I had missed signing up for next years race- I cried. Was I crying out of relief or saddness?
At the time it was probably relief however I know I'll be back.

I will finish what I started- if I have to wait two year so be it!

Angeles Crest 100... I will come back for you!

But for now, I'm going to sit back and enjoy the year... with only a few 100ks and 50 milers mixed in.



Till next time,
peace, love and happiness.
















Pre Angeles Crest 100 miler


So here I am, laying on a bed in the city of Wrightwood, CA.

I think of all the events that lead me to this very exact location at this précised time.
Why, how, when? All questions I am asking myself.

At what point do you ask yourself, Do you want to run a hundred miles?
Actually, I'm not one to ask. Lets be honest, I work in retail- I told myself that I wanted to run a hundred miles.

I think of this last year, everything that has occurred. The journey I've gone through in a mere 365 days.
Last year, I didn't know my left from rights, my ups from downs- I was a mess.


I have come to realize that life and how you perceive it can be alter in a matter of seconds, but in a year I am proud to say that I have grown.
Grown into something I am truly proud of. Proud of the decisions I have made, proud of what I have achieved and proud of goals I have worked so hard to accomplish.

To imagine that I have dedicated one whole year to this effort is incredible.
The family BBQs, the birthday parties, the late night randevours, all the events and things I chose to miss in order to get that extra day of training in- that full day of running.

It all comes down to this.
One day.
Eight hours.
I will be toeing the starting line.

It's quite the endeavor I have set out to do. I may accomplish it, I may fall short- but the fact is that I am here and I am excited.

To think back in January when I first injured myself I could barely walk.
I remember attempting to walk to Trader Joes on evening in mid February and having a meltdown a block away because I couldn't imagine taking another step. ONE STEP. To barely be able to jog a few miles up until April was painful.
Here I am now attempting a hundred miles in a time of under 33 hours- it's hard for me to fathom.

I am as ready as I can be.
Although there are a million and one things I would have change over the course of this year to better prepare myself, I did what I could and that's that!

Honestly, I do not know what's going to happen.
How I'll act.
How I'll feel.
How I'll eat.
How I'll even finish.

But I am going to try my best.
Ultimately that's what counts.



These last few months I have trained my ass off. I have attempted to grasp some sort of social life at the same time as well as working full time. (YES- I work full time despite what you may believe).
I attempted to manage my time, although at times I was calculating every minute of my day; wondering if I woke up at thirty minutes earlier- THE THINGS I COULD ACCOMPLISH.

(M83 currently playing- perfect background music)

Where would I be without my family and friends. They have supported me 110% throughout this whole experience.
I look forward to seeing them at each aid station cheering me on.
Honestly, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for them.


Hopefully I'll be wearing my belt buckle while writing the next blog :)

Till next time,



Peace, love and happiness.
Sawna


MNB----> Seriously










Avalon 50 mile Recap Catalina Island

I KNOW.
I KNOW.
I KNOW.

Maybe it's just me very disappointed that it's taken me nearly a month to write this.
Here I am, right now, sitting and prepared.
That's what counts right?

I think back on Avalon 50 mile benefit run, and there's this overwhelming sense of happiness.
And hatred- but that has nothing to do with the race itself but my body.

It seemed as though everything was too good. Going too well. Lets start at the beginning.

I knew two people running the race and both started earlier. Standing at the starting line with my dad was fantastic.
In the midst of a race, we are sharing stories with other runners and feeling quite comfortable rather than nervous.
I, ofcourse, rocked my TNT head wrap (what the heck are those called?) and ULTRA team arm sleeves.
The gear striked up conversation with a fellow runner and we ended up having a ton of mutual friends.
What a great way to start a race.
That's not even the best part!

During Leona Divide 50 miler, I went out too fast and that resulted in extreme amounts of pain later in the race.
This time, I ensured that I kept a slow and steady pace- with the ultimate goal of being able to run most of the race and not overwhelm my body.
Considering the race began at 5am, it was pitch black.
The trails where lit by the breath and headlamps of other runners, what a view!
I ended up finally turning mine on around mile 4 and it resulted in a conversation started with a man running next to me.

We chatted for another three miles. Three miles is a pretty significant number to run and talk to a complete stranger.
We got to know eachother.
He was my highschool substitute teacher.
Who could forget a name like Mr. Rogers!
What a small world!

I met quite a few runners, chatted and then departed.
I FELT GREAT!
That's how it went.

Plain and simple.
Up until mile 42.

Once my feet hit a downhill pavement, my right knee did not agree with the pounding.
In retrospect- I took that section far too hard.

The next 8 miles were difficult to say the least.
Attempting to stay positive, hydrated and moving... forward.

The last few miles were a bit of a struggle. At that point I told myself to man up and keep going.
Run hop Run hop Run hop
all.
the.
way.
to.
the.
end.

I look back and ask myself- Was it worth it?

I haven't ran since that day, because of what took place.
I have no regrets.


Everyday my knee gets stronger and hurts less! I have a physical therapy apt. tomorrow and look forward to hearing positive results!



Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness!



*Move, nourish, believe...daily*

What does a year mean?

New Year's Day. A fresh start. A new chapter in life waiting to be written.
New questions to be asked, embraced, and loved.
Answers to be discovered and then lived in this transformative year of delish and self-discovery.
It's the day to carve out a quiet interlude for yourself in which to dream, pen in hand.
Only dreams give birth to change. WHat are your hopes for the future as you reflect on the years that have passed?
Gradually, as you become curator of your own contentment, you will elarn to embrace the gentle yearnings of your heart.
But this year, instead of resolutions,write down your most private aspirations.
Those longings you have kept tucked away until the time seems right. Trust that NOW is the time.
Ask the questions.
THis year will bring confidence that the answers will come and we will discover- day by day- how to live them.

Take a leap of faithe and begin this wondrous new year by believing.
Believe in yourself. ANd believe that there is a loving Sourse- A Sower of Dreams- just waiting to be asked to help you make your dreams come true.

New Years Eve was a day of reflection. As it is to most people, a day were all the events of the last year come to mold the person we are now- this very second.
WIth no responsibilities, no time restrains- I went out for a run.
Something I did hundreds of times this previous year, but this time being different.

No destination, no end goal but to run.
I seemed to have followed the same track as a previous run, my first 50k training run with TNT.
It just happened.
This 31ish mile run was peaceful and almost meditating for what it was for.
It was beautiful and serene.
I couldnt ask for a better way to end 2013 than to be lost in my thoughts within nature.


till next time,
Peace, love and happiness

Leona Divide Course Preview


I can honestly say that was one of my favorite runs.
Although I completely regretted my choice in wearing pants- I fully enjoyed every second of our official SECOND ULTRA team practice.

This year, due to the fires in Leona Valley, Leona Divide 50k/50mile will go back to the original course that treks more on the Pacific Crest Trail.

On Saturday,December 14th 2013. We jumped into our carpoolers car; blasted the seat warmers; drank our coffees as we set out for Leona Valley.
We had no idea where we were going! On our quest for a bathroom, thinking we've driven too far, we ran into our teams group of cars! SCORE!

Our run consisted of an out and back that was a complete 12 mile run. When I say run, I mean R U N. The section of the PCT was completely runnable and it was extremely refreshing to do just that- run.

I look forward to future training runs, longer training runs, on the course!!!

Below are some fun pictures captured during practice :)


COOL BEANS.

14 days left of 2013- have you done your good deed and donated yet??

Finish the year out with a bang- donate 5,10, 20 bucks... ANYTHING toward the fight to end blood cancer!
http://pages.teamintraining.org/los/leonadiv14/sawna

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness


Paramount Ranch 30k and more

Last Saturday December 7th 2013 I participated in Paramount Ranch 30 kilometer trail run.
It was sup 30 degrees at the start.
Raining.
It was our ULTRAteams first race together.
I was in shorts.
Soaked head to toe.
It was muddy.
It was A BLAST.

Fellow ULTRA Team participant, Dean, and I made a deal before the race that we'd cruise together through the 30k. It was a good idea! Trail races do not have the amount of participants that marathons do. Easily one hurdred participants maybe, rarely do you have consistant company throughout the complete run. With the rain and 5 lbs of mudd stuck to each shoe, there was comfort in knowing that Dean was suffering just as badly as I was. Although he was wearing pants and I was in shorts (still believe I made a good choice).

There was a minor scare toward the last two miles of our second loop that the park rangers where not letting the 30k'ers complete the race due to the weather conditions Alas! it cleared, a bit, and we were able to continue onward to complete the full distance.

Although the mud was not convenient to say the least. The rain truly made the run interesting and soothing at times.
Here are some fun photographs captured during the race.



These last few weeks I have defnitely made it a point to not only increase my miles, but to increase my climbing. In doing so I have recurited a few running friends!
I have been frequenting Mt Wilson, Echo Mountain/Inspirational Point and Chantry Flats and look forward to updating my list of new trail visits!

Tomorrow is our second "official" UltraTeam practice. We are running part of the Leona Divide 50k/50m course. Looking forward to being on that trail again after a dramatic time apart.

Here are some fun photos of my last few runs- including todays run up to Mount Wilson via Chantry/upper winter creek with Dean. KICKED MY BUTT. On Tuesdays run up to Mount Wilson with Sansho- we were lucky enough to catch some SNOW. The first snow I've seen all season! Sansho quickly utilized it to hydrate. Him running whilst attempting to pick up all the snow- adorable. He was an angelic running partner that day and although it may seem shocking- he stayed by my side the entire time. I think he was afraind I'd have another panic attack/melt down again because of him :/ OH he was good until he had to jump 9ft to retrieve the deer hoof stuck on the side of the mountain. I said he could keep it if he could run with it- it lasted 5 miles. I find myself having a terrible time being mad at him when he is just the cutest and fastest beast I know! The ultimate running partner! Can he pace me for AC100?



I think that sums it up.

OH. If you want to keep me warm. This is on my wish list although its a terrible color or This because it comes in my size and I like BLACK!


AND If you are feeling EXTRA giving, considering it's the Holiday season. Please donate to LLS and aid the fight to end Blood Cancer. You can do that HERE
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Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.

Post script.
WE RUN FAST!