training on and on

So the training continues. I’m getting lots of miles in.  I think I’ve said before that training for a major event is like having a part-time job.  Once I get off work, I go home and immediately work out – either walk or strength training.  After that, I have about an hour to eat, shower, and get ready for work the next day.  I use my Saturday or Sunday morning for my long-mile walk.  Last weekend I walked 10 miles on Sunday, which took me just a bit over three hours.  I’m slow but I get it done.  I’m enjoying all the exercise, and it feels great when I’m done each time, but I’m also looking forward to the first 2-3 months of 2018 when I can cut back on my mileage and have a little more free time.  For example, my long-term plan is to do one long walk (six miles) a week on the weekend, and the longest I’ll walk during the week is 3-4 miles about three days a week.  Hopefully that will give me time to sneak in a little more crafting, but also keep me in shape for hikes.

But for now I train seriously. Rosie and I are going camping with other family for Thanksgiving.  So instead of going shopping on Black Friday (which I never do), I’ll be trying to get in a 9-mile hike if Rosie can make it that far.  She is typically only good for about 5 miles, but I’m hoping with the cooler weather, she can last a little longer with me.

I’ve never posted a picture of my campsite so here’s what it looks like when I’ve got everything out and set up.  This is from our last trip which was to Palo Duro in early October.  It’s funny – it kinda looks like a mess to me now, but it didn’t seem that way at the time.

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And if you were to sit in one of those chairs and kick back, this is the view you would have …

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And that is what I love most about camping – being out in nature with a view like this.  Can’t wait to get back out there later this week.  Hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving!

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part 2 – the camping trip that almost wasn’t

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On the fourth and last day of our camping trip, the morning started off with very gusty winds – like “wake you up at 5:30 in the morning” winds whipping through the campsite. Just another one of the little challenges that were sprinkled throughout this trip.  I rushed out in my pajamas, in the very cold and gusty wind, to disassemble the awning that had blown over.  (I discovered that one of the legs had broken, but I wasn’t able to take a good look to see if it could be fixed.  I’ll investigate on the next camp-out.)  I hurriedly packed up anything about to be blown away and headed back into the camper to hopefully get a little more sleep.  I can’t really remember if I actually did get more sleep or not, but I got up at some point and started breaking down camp.  Since I already had a head start, it didn’t really take that long to get it all packed up and put in the camper.  Plus, I had the motivation of white powdered donuts and chocolate milk as my reward to be enjoyed as soon as we were headed out.  We hit the road about 9 am, and the donuts were delicious.

It was roughly three hours later that Big Trouble came along. No warning lights came on initially, but I knew right away that this was serious stuff.  As we were headed up a slight incline, the car’s engine started running VERY rough.  Then “check engine” lit up.  I had just seen a sign that said six miles to the next town, Vernon, which is a small town but not tiny.  I eased off the accelerator a little and prayed that we made it to the exit.  We did make it to Vernon, but barely.  As we got to the exit ramp, the car completely died.  Then the oil indicator light came on, and I knew that it was even more serious.  Luckily, I was able to coast to the shoulder of the service road.

I called the roadside assistance company from whom I had purchased coverage. We’ll call the company “Bad Sam.”  I told them I was dead on the side of the road.  The lady was very nice and started arranging a tow service to a local auto repair shop.  I asked her about towing the camper, and she started asking me all kinds of questions.  I explained it was a very small camper, seven feet by 10 feet, built on a utility trailer.  That’s when she came back to tell me that my camper would not be covered because it did not have plumbing.  Huh?  It has electricity – lights, outlets, and air conditioning.  I pay $80 every year to register it with the State of Texas.  The company did not mention anything about the camper needing plumbing to qualify when I originally signed up and they took my money.  Needless to say, I was extremely upset.  Luckily, the tow truck driver had the capability of putting my car on the flatbed trailer and hitching the camper to the back of his trailer.  Whew.

As I waited for the tow truck, I thought about crying. I felt I had every right to cry and no one would blame me.  But I quickly realized I was most likely going to be making some major decisions over the next few hours and I needed to keep my head clear.  So I didn’t cry.  Instead I called my brother.  And we talked about what could possibly be wrong with the car, how Rosie was handling everything, and how the camping trip went.  It made me feel so much better.

The tow truck came along and it didn’t take the driver long to put the car on the trailer and hook up the camper. Rosie and I climbed up in the tow truck and we all headed to the auto repair shop.  (Rosie wasn’t really supposed to ride in the tow truck, but the driver made an exception for her.  Otherwise, I told him that we’d just walk and be at the repair shop in about an hour.)  It took the repair shop about 10 minutes to run diagnostics and tell me my car was totally out of oil and the engine would need to be replaced.  This would be a very expensive repair.  As the car had over 130,000 miles on it, I had already decided that if it ever needed such a major repair, it would be time to seriously think about a new car.  And replacing the engine definitely qualified as a major repair.

So I quickly made the decision that my next course of action needed to be getting home. Out of the two years I’ve been at my current job, that particular week was not the time to be missing work.  We had a major system conversion in the works for a company we had just acquired.  My number one priority at that point was to be at work on Tuesday morning.  But we were four hours out of Dallas in a small town that had no Uber or taxi service.  Wichita Falls is about 45 minutes away and is a much larger city with rental car companies.  How was I going to get there though?  I asked the mechanic if he knew of anyone that would drive me (and that 110 pound dog) to Wichita Falls, and he offered up his wife.  !!  So we piled Rosie, my suitcase and a few other camping things I didn’t want to leave behind into her car and headed to Wichita Falls.  We got to Enterprise Rental, and they fixed me up with a nice Kia Sportage.  Rosie and I were on our way home again.  We got home about 7 pm and I took one of the best showers of my life.

How it all ended: I enjoyed my rental car so much that I bought the very similar Kia Sorento with a V6 engine which was my #1 priority.  So far I’m loving it.  It’s quite a bit bigger than my previous car and is taking a little getting used to, but Rosie and I love the extra space.  I had to have a hitch installed which I did the next weekend so I could get my camper back home.  I signed the broken down car over to the repair shop.  They had gotten me to Wichita Falls to pick up a rental car that let me get home quickly and without missing any work at all.  They had stored my camper until I could come back the next weekend to pick it up.  On top of all the stress of the week, I didn’t want or need the burden of trying to decide what to do with a car that wouldn’t run.  My brother was available many times throughout the days of this adventure to offer advice and also did research on the types of cars I was looking at to buy.  I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done without his support … but mostly his humor.  It feels good to laugh when it feels like everything is going wrong.

the camping trip that almost wasn’t

A9R87quki_13leff6_2ccIt’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve last written, and I have a very good reason.  The dog and I went on a 4-day camping trip the weekend of October 6.  We re-visited Palo Duro Canyon State Park which is near Amarillo, Texas (very West Texas).  We had camped at Palo Duro at the end of last May but the heat index was in the triple digits, so we didn’t get to hike the Lighthouse Trail.  I wanted to hike that trail so much that I decided to return when the temps were much cooler.

Solo camping is hard.  You are responsible for everything – planning, packing, setting up.  I typically set aside the week before a camping trip to prepare and do things such as planning meals, buying groceries, packing for Rosie (food and treats), packing up the backpacks … yada, yada, yada.  Fortunately, my little camper keeps 90% of the camping gear ready to go any time.

We headed out early Friday morning for the 7-hour drive to Palo Duro.  It was a looooooong drive.  I really like to drive only four to five hours at the most in one day.  In fact, on our previous trip to Palo Duro, we stopped about 3.5 hours from home to spend the night at a hotel and split up the drive.   So much easier on me.  But since I had Friday off from work, I decided to drive the whole way.  I will not do that again.  From now on, weekend camping trips will be within four hours of my home, or I will take the time off to split up a longer drive.  Lesson learned.

When we finally arrived at the park headquarters, I noticed several red paper signs posted around.  It wasn’t until I pulled up to the gate to check-in that I could read the signs.  Trail systems closed.  Whaaaat?  That was the primary reason we had gone to that park – to get in some good hiking in the canyon.  Seriously, I thought hard about just turning around and going back home.  But I talked myself out of it and decided that I was going to stick it out and make the best of the situation.  As it turned out, the weekend was great.  There were more little challenges along the way, but as I resolved to do, we made the best of the weekend and had a great time.

On Saturday the trails were still closed, so we headed off to Caprock Canyons State Park, about an hour and a half away.  What a great park!  I actually liked it better than Palo Duro – easier check-in, beautiful visitor center, smaller and a lot less crowded.   A park ranger suggested that we hike the South Prong Trail since that trail has water for the dog.  It was a beautiful 4-mile hike that winds along a river bed with a small running stream of cool, clear water.  Rosie loved being able to walk in the water, drink whenever she wanted, and especially liked laying in the cool water when she got hot.  She’s probably wishing all hikes were like that one.

After the hike, I stopped in a little diner and ordered a ham and cheese sandwich.  While I waited for my sandwich, I munched on tortilla chips and homemade salsa.  Yum.  Chips and salsa is an entire food group for me.  And the ham and cheese?  I expected a cold sandwich which would have been totally acceptable because I was famished after the hike.  But this sandwich was one of those grilled ham and cheese sandwiches with Texas toast and mayo.  It definitely hit the spot!  We had a nice drive back to our campsite at Palo Duro, and after a shower and some relaxing, I fixed chicken sausage and sweet potatoes in the electric skillet.  Another great meal!

I woke up early Sunday morning and again wondered if we shouldn’t just cut our losses and head back home.  I didn’t have to work Monday so I’d have the whole day to do things around the house.  But I also needed to do some caulking on the camper and finish up the screen door I made for the door.  I had been procrastinating getting those tasks done for months.  So I decided that this was the best time and I could finally mark them off my to do list.  I finished my screen door for the camper, so now I can leave the door open to enjoy the scenery while I read before going to sleep.  I caulked around the door handle and several spots on the roof of the camper where I thought the water was leaking in between the walls of the camper.  And like magic, just as I was finishing up about 9:30, the park ranger drove up to let me know that the trails were open.  The trails are open!

I quickly packed up my and Rosie’s backpacks with LOTS of water as is strongly recommended.  I included some turkey jerky and a granola bar for snacks.  We hit the Lighthouse Trail at about 10 am.  That’s a lot later than I typically like to start out on a hike, but the weather was absolutely gorgeous with a cool breeze.  We ended up not needing near as much water as I packed, but I’m a strong believer in carrying much more water than you think you’ll need.  Rosie did great with her backpack that carries her water and bowl.  Everyone gets a kick out of seeing that big dog with her backpack along the trail.  As I like to say to them, “Everyone carries their own water on my hikes.”

That evening we ate pizza in town in Canyon, Texas, at a place called LaBella’s.  It had received really good reviews on Yelp and deservedly so.  I had a healthy side salad (love to get my veggies in!), homemade bread sticks, and a cheese pizza with diced tomatoes.  Not thin crust, not thick crust but in between.  Really good!  I ended up eating half the pizza Sunday night and then eating the rest for lunch the next day while driving home.  I love pizza so much.  And I loved that glass of wine which I so rarely indulge in.

So although there were many little “bumps in the road,” the weekend turned out to be a good one – awesome hiking, good food, beautiful weather.  We even managed to sneak in a new state park to check off on our State Park Quest.  It was on our way home on Monday that things took a particularly nasty turn, and I’ll save that for part 2.

 

 

how’s it going

IMG_3750 - CopyI just finished the first week of half-marathon training.  I really like having a clear goal to focus on that’s only 14 weeks away, as opposed to The Big Hike that’s a year away.  I don’t think there’s any way I could stay focused on food and fitness for a goal that’s a year away.

My long walk this week was six miles, which I ended up doing here around home and the neighborhood.  I typically prefer going to a more scenic place for the long walks, but it turned out to be nice to do this one here locally.  It’s always interesting to me to see how far six miles actually is.

I have already had to tweak my training plan to accommodate a few things.  Thursday nights are date night with Max, my grandson.  I’m definitely not giving those up.  And the training plan originally had my long walks on Sunday, but I moved those to Saturday.  I much prefer doing my long walk on Saturday morning, and saving Sunday for church and afternoon yoga.  I read that it’s okay to re-arrange the days like that, but the most important thing is to make all the walks.

For strength training, I’m doing Jillian Michaels’ DVD workouts.  The workouts I’ve been doing are about 30 minutes long and they definitely kick my butt.  I start out saying that I’m going to do two of her workouts for a good hour-long workout.  I never make it.  They are good hard workouts, and I sure hope they fit the bill as strength training.  While I’m training for the half-marathon, I think they’ll help me a lot.  After the first of the year, I may need to look for other strength training to help me prepare these legs, knees, and hips for a 10-mile hike up a canyon wall.  Gulp.

sub-training … is that a word?

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Technically I’m in “sub-training” mode. What the heck does that mean?  When I made the commitment to do The Big Hike, I knew right away that I’d need a shorter-term goal because I knew it would be hard to keep up my motivation for an entire year until The Big Hike.  I’m a big believer in baby steps … or at least small chunks.  So I signed up to walk a half-marathon (13 miles) on New Year’s Eve.  Personally I love doing something fun and different to close out the old year and bring in the new one.  (Would someone please remind me I said this at about Mile 9?)  I’ll be working for the next three months to increase endurance, stamina, and speed for the half-marathon.  After the half-marathon, I’ll be working on cardio and exercises to prepare for The Big Hike.  Lots of lunges, squats, planks, stair climbing etc.  Pretty much all the exercises I hate … maybe I hate them because I need them?

While I’m preparing for the half-marathon, my biggest goal right now is to lose the extra weight. So far I am down 20 pounds.  It’s taken me almost four months to get here.  It feels really good.  To slim down, I’m counting calories and working out five times a week for about an hour.  That’s it in a nutshell.  There are easy days, and there are oh-so-hard days.  But I know that losing this extra weight is the best thing I can do to help make The Big Hike less difficult and somewhat enjoyable.  If I can lose 17 more pounds, I will have met my goal and that will make me very happy.

This chart below is my training schedule for the half-marathon. The official start day is Monday September 25l, but I’ve been putting in the miles for a few weeks now.  I’m actually looking forward to starting this training.  You can find all kinds of training plans on the internet for a variety of fitness events.  I actually blended 2-3 plans that I found and then moved the days around to make it mine.  Now it’s time to own it and make it happen.

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Day 1 – Official Training Starts

20150605_153551Today marks one year I have to train for the rim-to-rim hike at the Grand Canyon.  I’ll be doing the hike with my dad on Friday, September 14, 2017.  We’ll spend Thursday night at the North Rim, and then very early Friday morning we will start down the North Kaibab Trail, 14.3 miles.  We’ll spend Friday night at Phantom Ranch at the bottom of the Grand Canyon.  It gives me goosebumps just to type that.  We’ll get up the next morning and climb up the Bright Angel Trail, a total of 9.6 miles, every single one of them up.  All total, we will hike 23.9 miles.

The first step to planning this trip (aside from my dad convincing me to do this) was reserving a room at the Phantom Ranch. I’m a natural-born planner, and my dad is a planner times 10.  There will be no stone unturned when it comes to research for this trip.  In order to reserve a cabin to spend the night at Phantom Ranch, we knew that we had to be prepared with a script for if/when we talked to someone at the reservations office (“any day after Labor Day, and we’d like a stew dinner please”).  On Friday, September 1st, we manned our stations; Dad in the Houston area, me in the Dallas area.  At 9:00 am sharp, we began dialing into the reservation center and emailing each other with our status (mostly “still on hold”).  It took about 10-15 minutes to actually make the connection with the reservation center and hold for a ranger.  We were both on hold for approximately 30 minutes.  Then Dad got through to Ranger John.  Hallelujah!  I received an email from him saying, “Speaking to Ranger John.”  The next email I received said we had a cabin reservation, stew dinner for two, breakfast the next morning, and a sack lunch for our ascent up Bright Angel Trail.  My dad said he was just saying yes to whatever Ranger John suggested.  I must say that every time I spoke to a ranger at Xanterra Resorts, she or he was extremely helpful and so patient, answering every one of my questions, no matter how inane. (Next year, reservations for Phantom Ranch will use a new lottery system. It will be interesting to see how that changes the way reservations are made.)

My hope is to chronicle the upcoming year of training, preparation, researching and planning.  Maybe it will be helpful to others. Most of all, I think it will be fascinating to come back and read this after we’ve completed The Big Hike.

Here’s a partial list of what I hope to write about as the year progresses:

  • Food/snack choices
  • Water
  • Clothing
  • Weather
  • Training (this will be a major and ongoing topic!)

It’s on.

the best kept journal secret

nightstandFor years and years and years, I wanted to keep a journal.  But I didn’t / couldn’t / wouldn’t.  I would buy the most lovely blank book, convinced that this was The Book that was going to make me a consistent journal writer.  None of them worked, no matter how beautiful they were.   Then I listened to an audio recording of one of my favorite motivational speakers, Jim Rohn, and he was talking about how important it is to keep a journal.  It all made perfect sense as I listened to Jim talk about all the good reasons for writing in a journal.  And one of the things he said turned out to be The One Thing that finally motivated me to be a more consistent writer in my journal.

Over a year later, I still write in  my journal – sometimes multiple times a day.  Sometimes I just jot down a simple sentence, and sometimes I write for pages.  But it’s now such a strong habit that if I do go a day or two without writing, I feel a tremendous tug to write in my journal – even if it’s just my to do list for that day.

And here is Jim Rohn’s tip for consistent writing:  Carry your journal with you everywhere.  Everywhere.  All the time.  No exceptions.  Buy a journal you love and carry it everywhere all the time.  I really love the easy things in life.