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Alas, no Mai Tais on the Lake

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Originally uploaded by bexdc

At least not tonight. E. and I wanted to take a short cruise this evening on Lake Tahoe - much like our Tahoe Relay team, the Band of Outsiders, did a few weeks ago (that's me and Br. relaxing on the boat). But because of the 4th of July holiday weekend, all the cruises are full. Alas.

In other news: I used my heart-rate monitor for the first time today. I ran between 4.5 and 5 miles at 7,000 ft. altitude at noon, in about 80 degree heat. I should have started earlier, but what the hey.

And despite taking it easy on the hilly course, my average heart rate was 167 beats/minute. Hmmm. Kind of high. According to conventional wisdom, that's between 85 percent and 90 percent of effort. It didn't feel like it, though.

My Garmin 50 uses a foot pod to calibrate distance and mile-pace. And I see that I need to re-calibrate it to my stride length. Because it says I ran 6.3 miles in 42:39. Which is something crazy -- like 6:47/mile.

I wish.

Not to Be: Firecracker 10K Race

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Originally uploaded by don33c

So my coach wanted me to run a 10K on July 4 wearing a heart-rate monitor. She wants to better gauge my fitness level to create a custom training plan for me.

But the Firecracker 10K Fun Run that was supposed to be held today in Carson City, NV - the only July 4 race within a two-hour radius of our cabin at Lake Tahoe - got downgraded on Tuesday to a "fun run", after the race director flaked out. Which probably meant no heart-rate info. But I tried, anyway.

What happened:

6:45 AM: We stumble out of bed and head to the fun run, about 1 hour away. The run was to start at 8 AM, but we knew there would only be 30-40 runners max, so parking and getting to the race start wouldn't be a problem.

7:15 AM: We get stuck behind a bunch of cars unloading families heading to the lakefront for about 10 minutes. Also inadvertently got caught in a July 4th parade route, but luckily it was still early in the day, so the wait was only a few minutes for that.

Meanwhile, I strap on my heart-rate monitor, which I've never used before, and try to pair the monitor to my running watch (I use a Garmin 50). Am unsuccessful. I pull out the Garmin 50 instructions. And find that they are in French. I laugh and try to read the instruction manual with my high-school French. Still unsuccessful.

7:25 AM: Still 25 miles away from the race start, we get stuck again - for 40 MINUTES - in a half-mile long stretch of traffic composed of cars towing boats - they were all waiting to get into the parking lot for a local marina. Damn Independence Day traffic. We were on a very curvy 2-lane road and didn't want to drive blindly into oncoming cars to beat the traffic jam.

After 20 minutes, I get out of the car and jog 1/4 mile to see what the hell was the hold-up. A couple of teenage girls in an SUV yell, "Whooo-hooo!" as I run past. I smile and wave. I look at the traffic jam at the mouth of the marina parking lot, shake my head, and jog back to the car.

On the way back, a car full of chubby 20-something men, who were already drinking beer, snicker and laugh as I run by. I stifle the urge to stop, stick my face into the passenger window, and say, "Why don't you get your fat asses out of the car and work off some of that blubber?"

8:10 AM: We get to a straight stretch of road, veer around the holiday traffic and speed towards the fun run. Which had already started.

8:40 AM: After driving past strip malls and into the Nevada desert, past a state prison and a reclamation plant, we arrive at the race start. Where there was no start/finish line, runners, refreshments, etc. The fun run was in a park of desert scrub and the trail was made up of loose gravel and sand.

Only a couple of guys, one of whom was from the Fleet Feet store, were there. He says that only 3 other runners showed up. As he was talking, 2 runners run in - the first had already come and gone. Fleet Feet guy adds there are no mile markers either on the route, either. Then he thanks us for coming, gives me and my husband very cool Pearl Izumi lightweight sweat-wicking shirts, and drives off.

8:50 AM: Now alone, we head out on the run. It's about 85 degrees already and the sun blazes high overhead. We trudge through the sand at an easy 9:30 pace. There are no other runners, just a couple of folks walking their dogs. By the second loop, we encounter no other people - the dog-walkers had come and gone.

9:15 AM: The air is very still and it's gotten hotter. It felt like we were on a mini Bataan Death March. Sand gets into my shoes. Parched, we run out of water. Several large birds sit in one of the few trees on the trail. They stare at us implacably. At first I think they were vultures, but then see they are hawks. I should be comforted by this information. But I'm not.

9:35 AM: At 45 minutes, out throats dusty and sweat stinging our eyes, we said, "The hell with this," and stop.

On the upside: I signed up a moment ago for a 10K to be held next Sunday, at the beach in LA. I can gather my heart-rate monitor information at this race. And sea breezes beat desert heat hands-down. I'm just hoping the race director doesn't freak out at the last minute.

Happy 4th of July, everybody!

Off to Tahoe Again

We're heading to Lake Tahoe for the 4th of July weekend. We drove most of the way yesterday evening, after E. picked me up after work. Today we drive the final 2 1/2 hours of this 8-9 hour trip. Whew.

I still have to deal with some work stuff this morning, unfortunately. But I hope to be at the lake by early afternoon, and will finally get to run after having several days off.

By the way: I have a new online running coach. She's an amazing runner and triathlete and a very good coach. She's gotten a number of folks to qualify for Boston - my raison d'etre for signing up with her - and many of her runners and triathletes place very well in races.

I only started a couple of weeks ago with Debi - and while my running has been on-again/off-again - I'm hoping to buckle down and get to business. First order of business: run an 8K or a 10K race on July 4 with a heart-rate monitor so she can get my readings and base a better training plan on them.

The 10K I'm planning to race will be at high altitude - so I'm hoping that won't screw up the heart rate monitor readings. And I hope that the race will still be on - it's still quite smoky in northern California, and race organizers canceled the nearby Western States 100-Mile Endurance Run.

Lake Tahoe Relay Race Report: Part Deux

Instead of writing about the rest of the Lake Tahoe Relay, I videoblogged it instead.I recount the rest of the race, Legs 3-7, here (click on "watch in high quality" under Views).

Lake Tahoe Relay Video!

Okay, folks, I know I'm way behind in debriefing you on the rest of the Lake Tahoe Relay held last weekend. But I just spent an inordinate amount of time making this little music video of our race experience, so this will just have to suffice for now.

During this Intermission ...

It's 11:15 p.m. and I've spent the past 90 minutes unsuccessfully downloading a bunch of photos from the Tahoe Relay. Very frustrating. Now I'm way too tired tonight to write about the race.

So in this brief interlude, enjoy some photos of our team, the Band of Outsiders. In the photo above, I'm trying on Peter's sunhat that he got in a shopping trip in Reno, on the way to Tahoe.













Here we are on our pre-race hike to Eagle Lake, on the edge of Desolation Wilderness.














Here's all but one member of our team (the Taminator) at happy hour the night before the race.















Here I am on the start of my ill-fated Leg 3.