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Monday, October 16, 2017

Fix or Sell

A rare event...a clean Luna

Have you ever seen the Subaru commercials advertising the adventurous and outdoorsy nature of a Subaru? Commercials cannot properly capture the reality of how awesome a Subaru can be!

A view from the shield
Introducing my Luna. She is a Subaru Baja. Named after the moon to protect me when driving at night, she has been in my life since 2005. She has taken me all over the United States (multiple times), Quebec (twice), and New Brunswick. She has braved nearly every weather system. From driving through the heart of a lightning storm in South Dakota, to driving across the frozen lands of Quebec during a snow storm in less-than-adequate all wheel tires (instead of requisite snow tires). Off-roading desert adventures, driving along historic routes (including 66 and following Billy-the-Kid's trail), visiting historic sites (from Hurst Castle to Monticello), visiting beaches (Santa Barbara to island of Okracoke), camping in various national parks, braving snow storms in Colorado, sleet in Maryland, rain in Virginia, severe windstorms in Kansas, and endless California sunshine days, Luna has had quite the life! We've practically driven through every major city in the United States, learned the art of parallel parking in Baltimore, the financial nightmare of bridges, parking, and tolls of New York City, parking tricks in New Haven, Savannah, and New Orleans, and how to blend in enough to not get broken into.

At 204,990 miles or so, her age is starting to reveal itself. Probably not age...more a reflection of the driving and environments she's been exposed to. My auto mechanic says, "For 200,000+ miles, your car looks great!" She still maintains the majority of her original features.  While California provides the ideal weather for preserving cars, a snow storm in Baltimore succeeded in killing Luna's original battery after 10 years of operation. Impressive, huh? Snow storms have contributed to some unfortunate rust-action.

Regardless, she is reliable and well built. Truly the best car any person could wish for. 

I found an article online explaining how Subaru Bajas were considered "flops" when they initially came out and yet have had a continued interest amongst buyers. Over the years, I received offers from every dealership I ever visited on my road trips- California, Colorado, Virginia. "If you ever want to sell it, it won't even make it to the floor. The list for these cars is so long," I was told. Years ago, one man in a dodgy gas station brazenly propositioned me for my car "I give you $300 now for your car." Um. NO. More recently, I received a note on my car once from my friend's husband in Virginia asking if I would consider selling him my car. While flattered, I declined. I mean, how would I get back to California? 

Now I am posed with the question: is it worth saving Luna by investing (what I would consider significant) funds into fixing its exhaust system and other parts (arms, bar links, struts, tie rod ends) or sell it for what I can and buy a new one?

I guess what I am discovering as I write this is that she is one-of-a-kind. 


Wednesday, August 9, 2017

How to train a runner: watch from the sidelines


The doorbell just rang and a box arrived. Perhaps they are flowers for me? Oh no. They are the newest shoes to Nick's extensive shoe collection. How many shoes does it take to train for 100 miles? 4 shoes officially with 3 back-up pairs....Nine running shoes.
Nick's next race is in November.
His new shoes, Hoka of course, are "super cushy..getting me ready for the big dance."
I'm currently working night shifts and Nick runs days. Today he made the tremendous sacrifice for a training competitor: he slept in. He won't be so lucky tomorrow. I am kicking him out of the house and encouraging him to run his 10+ miles. Next week, he ups his game to 20+ miles a day.
As I type this, I hear him in the background counting: "1, 2, 3, yeah I think 9 pairs...for running."
He is caressing his newest addition and even shows me previous orthotic insoles to highlight the superiority of the new kid on the block. Little did I know, that this new pair is one of three new pairs... Where does he hide them all? He breaks the shoes down "they blow out, they wear out" so frequently that he has to replace them... Our closet is a revolving door for shoes.
Welcome new shoes. We have a safe home for you.
Meanwhile, my running career has yet to start. Instead of baby steps, I jumped into full-power-speed-walking-while-I-work-in-an-Emergency-Department mode. My knee has expressed dissatisfaction at my life choices. Perhaps I should stick with yoga. Nick asked me when I would start running. I may try after I complete this assignment. May.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

How to train a runner: HIRE A FREE ULTRA RUNNER TO TRAIN YOU


What the Heck is an Ultra runner?

When I first started dating my boyfriend, Nick, he casually told me that he is an Ultra Runner.
“So you run marathons,” I assumed.
“The runs are a bit longer than marathons, but yes. Anything over the distance of a marathon is an Ultra.” Anything OVER 26.2 miles. Who better to train me to run then an Ultra Runner? I hired Nick to train me for free.
According to Nick, the vast running population run shorter distances. Ultra Running is comprised of only ~1% of the running population.
To really truly understand and appreciate the dedication of an Ultra Runner is to attend a race, visit the different aid stations to see the runners run through, and watch them cross the finish line. It requires extreme time, dedication, passion, endurance, and strength to succeed in a race, particularly 50 milers, 100 km, and 100+ milers.
Ultra Running is a way of life requiring months/years of training- not just in running but in all aspects of life including: maintaining a healthy lifestyle with good nutrition, learning and adjusting fluids and electrolytes to meet increasing training demands, researching technical skills to improve race time, and volunteering before/during/after races clearing trails, or whatever their running club requires to qualify for races.
Not anyone can just sign up to run 100 mile race. Most of the popular 100 mile races held in national/state parks only permit a certain amount of runner passes. The race will hold a lottery for those who have run qualifying races.  Some of the passes are given to notable running clubs who have lottery systems for distribution requiring specific volunteer requirements for entrants.  Runners cross their fingers that their number will be called in the lottery system for that race. Western States Endurance Run in Squaw Valley California, for example, is the oldest 100 mile run in the world. Due to its prestige and popularity, it is very difficult to get selected for this run. According to their website, the US Forest Service limits them to 369 runners. In 2017, they had 4248 applicants. A runner must successfully run a qualifier, successfully get a ticket, and pay ~$410 for the entry fee. http://www.wser.org/


My Advisement for possible communication differences with an Ultra Runner
 1) Nick’s perception of distance is somewhat skewed. And by somewhat, I mean EXTREMELY skewed.

He took me for a “little hike” three months after surgery to “strengthen my legs.” At three months, I was fully weight bearing and still had significant muscle loss. 



10 miles later, I found myself huffing and puffing, glaring at my atrophied leg, sitting in the mud while other Muir Wood area tourists strolled by sending me sympathetic looks.
One day, four months post-op, he takes me to his favorite running spot, Quicksilver, which I lovingly refer to as Nicky’s Playground. Nick is running and I am hiking at opposite ends of a looped trail. We agree to rendezvous on the path. After climbing a mountain behind avid stroller moms treading up without any difficulty, I get a little bit lost. Realizing my one mile uphill detour is inaccurate, I turn around and head back the same way I had come. Although not on the agreed path, Nick finds me easily. At this point, it’s mile 4 for me. We walk down the trail and I am tired. Perhaps it’s from being out of shape or my muscles not being strong enough, but I am tired! I ask him how much further along the path is.
“Oh, we’re almost there. It’s just a couple minutes more.”
 By a couple minutes, he means 2 miles.
I have learned the hard way that Nick’s idea of mileage is not how others would define it.
For example, when he says, “I went for a little run” this could mean anywhere from 10-20 miles.

           While training for MIWOK, he came across a few rangers on his running trail. One asked him how far he ran, and he responded, “Not too far. Just a little one today.” The ranger continued inquiring about the trails and he indicated the distance of the water tower. “That looks very far,” the ranger had said.

“It’s only about 26 miles.” So a “short” run for Nick is a marathon.
This was our conversation tonight:
“How far did you run today?” I asked.
“Oh, just a few miles.”
“7?” I ask.
“10.7…I am out of shape!” he insists. He ran MIWOK, a 62 mile run, a month ago and since then took a few weeks off of serious running. Instead, he’s been doing more yoga. Today is his first serious day running since MIWOK.
“This is on top of the 5 miles we hiked together?” I asked.
“5.3, yes.”
“So that’s what, 15 miles total?”
“16.”
He’s out of shape? Says the man who woke up at 3:30 am for work, worked 9 hours, hiked 5.3 miles, ran 10.7 uphill in the mountains, made dinner, and waited up to see me after I finished work at 10:40 pm? I think not.
So now MY perception of “normal running” is skewed! To juxtapose the seriousness of this, one day the entire neighborhood of Willow Glen shut down for the annual 5 km (~3 mile) run, requiring shutting down whole streets, restrictions on parking, etc. On the same day, at the same time, Nick’s running club Quicksilver was holding their 50 km/100 km race in the mountains with 13,000+ feet of elevation gain and a 17 hour time limit.  I, who have NOT run in 12 years, was thinking, “WOW! 5km? That’s nothing!”
*I'm not one to talk...My perception of temperature is skewed by yoga. My idea of too cold is anything less than 105 degrees.
  2)Ultra Runners train for distance running: only carrying essentials.
Nick is a minimalist…and as an Ultra Runner, he has trained himself to go for runs with exactly the amount of Gu (secret runner carb packets that help you run faster), water, and possibly salt tablets he requires. Nothing more. During races, Ultra Runners can swap out non-essentials (ex/ headlamp for pre-sunrise running), refill water, etc. at aid stations, so they only carry what they need.
I am a hiker who was trained as a Wilderness EMT at some point and also was a child during the Northridge Earthquake of 1994. I need to feel prepared at all times.
Nick has been trying to transition me towards the Ultra way of thinking: get rid of all the dead weight in the bag. Why do I need a large spray of bug repellant? Do I really need two first aid kits? Why do I have an emergency aluminum blanket when we are going for a day hike in the summer time when nighttime temperatures don’t reach anywhere close to freezing?
I won’t let him look in my backpack. He might find my lucky Daffy Duck figurine I found on my first ever Geocaching adventure with my friend Scott and question its position in my backpack.
It’s true…my backpack is probably heavier than it should be.
How to train a runner? Start to wean them off of non-essentials in a backpack. And then transition them away from a backpack altogether. Move them towards a vest or belt.
I’m just not ready to let go of my backpack.
3) Look like an Ultra Runner, feel like an Ultra Runner
Nick has approximately 26 boxes of shoes…all different shoes. Primarily Hoka One One. He has a closet dedicated to storing all the shoes. After going to MIWOK and acting as his inefficient crew, since I had never been to race and didn’t know what the role of crew was, I learned that Ultra Runners have a very distinct look about them. Men and Women of all ages sporting particular brands. Although I mention brand names here, I by no means am endorsing them.
Nick, on the other hand is a Patagonia wearing, Hoka lover.
Nick is an Ultra Runner and looks like one. 
At the beginning of MIWOK, Nick looks like this. Headlamp, neck Buff (SPF shield can be used as headband as in photo above, face cover, etc.)arm warmers (not featured here), and jacket. Although it was 46 degrees and had significant windchill, the jacket was given to me before the race. The arm warmers and headlamp were given to me at an aid station.
 
By the end of MIWOK, Nick is sporting his Patagonia hat, his race vest (mesh vest with two pockets for water), two water bottles, Quicksilver t-shirt rolled up, GPS watch, Patagonia shorts, Injinji toe socks, and Hoka shoes.
I may only be walking, but Nick is training me as a runner. If I visualize myself running, I will run.
But I need a good pair of shoes. My hiking/walking/every-outdoor-event shoes have been much abused over the many years I’ve had them. The tread has worn away, there are small holes, and it’s not waterproof anymore. So why not try Hoka? My mom also surprised me with Patagonia running shorts.
Am I being indoctrinated, I wonder?
Every sport requires particular gear, though, so why not Ultra Running?

Thursday, May 25, 2017

A Twin Tale: In need of clothes



My twin sister and I are completely opposite. I love the day, she loves the night. I love the outdoors, she loves the indoors. She is creative, I am free-spirited. She is authoritative, I am more go-with-the-flow. She is stylish, I am not.
She has dressed me up for most of our major life events: homecoming, prom, even her own wedding. For her wedding, she organized to have my hair done, she bought my dress, she had it fitted, and put me into it.  Some people PAY for style-support: for someone to dress them. I get this support for free!
When moving back from Australia, I had given away many of my clothes. Not a problem! I shop through Bri’s quality-name-brand closet for free. Most of the clothes in my current closet were at one point my twin sister’s. She is so creative! She quilted me my own purse and has made me a plethora of jewelry
So the other night, I was having a crisis. I received a call for an interview. While researching interview clothes, I realized I have nothing appropriate. I am a 30s woman with a closet full of fun summer dresses, beach outfits, and yoga clothes. This simply does not do for an interview.
I call Brianna in a panic.
“Bri. I need help.” I plead. “I need an outfit for an interview.”
“Don’t you have a suit?” she asks me. She just wants confirmation for what she has already guessed.
“NO! I have pants that are nice, but they are winter pants. And I don’t own an ironing board.”
“I have clothes,” she informs me.
Of course she does. That’s why I called her. “I have the perfect yellow and black top. I know it doesn’t sound that great, but wait till you try it on.” It doesn’t sound great, but she’s my only hope!
Bri never needed a Barbie doll. She has always had me. I show up at her house and she proceeds to dress me up: pin striped pants, yellow and black shirt, black jacket, bracelet, pink belt. I would never have chosen this outfit, but Brianna has a knack for this! I look great!
My interview, on the other hand, doesn’t go as well as my outfit. My only consolation is that at least I look professional.