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Three Girls, A Cocktail, and Skype

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Not that I would be proud of being labeled a "barefoot bad girl,"or maybe I would??? I don't know. Frankly I don't care what you call me. After reading my latest blog post I can only imagine I have a few labels already eternally applied to my forehead. So what's another? 

I got together with my blogger girlfriends over Skype last week and what transpired was completely delinquent misbehavior and inappropriateness. Personally, I prefer to call it what it is. Good times. But, I was drinking so my judgement may be slightly off.

I'm posting a link to the most recent Run Barefoot Girl Podcast. But before you get all click-the-link-happy expecting to hear women wax on about their inspired barefoot running achievements, please understand that this particular podcast contains sexually explicit language and subject matter, intoxicated discussion of personal topics and body parts, the unrestrained use of the word "vagina" and very little conversation about barefoot running.

That's just the way we roll when we all get together.

So although we chatted a bit about barefoot in general, this podcast had little to do with running. That being said, this naughty chat was serious mayhem and so much fun to participate in!


So you might want to pour yourself a cocktail first because in order to fully appreciate the flavor of this conversation you'll need some time to chill with a stiff one. A stiff drink, that is. Unless you're a male listener. *grin*

Run Barefoot Girl Podcast #56: Kate and Krista Take Over the Show
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A Crewing Adventure - TRT 100

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View of Lake Tahoe from the Flume Trail 
Funny how my mind works. I woke up the other morning and decided that I was ready to try a 100 miler. I was SO ready, in fact, I almost signed up for one. In September. In Michigan. The Hallucination 100. I was THIS close to registering.

But my coach recommended that I give myself a little more time to prepare and my husband thought I should stay closer to home.  In fact, my husband jokes that I can just run 1200 laps around our court. All the neighbors will bring out their chairs and cheer me on while I just run in circles. For fun. Afterall, its all about the love of running, right? 

Or is it?

If it is all about the love of running I should be happy to do just any race. I should be happy with running a race on the same trails I've ran before in my own backyard. There's some pretty awesome trails out here and I haven't even come close to to exploring even one tenth of them. So why do I gravitate towards races where I need a train, a plane, or a full tank of gas in the van in order to get to them?

Because its all about the adventure.

Speaking of adventures...

I'm packing my van and getting ready to head up to Truckee tomorrow where I will be meeting the Robillards for an epic weekend in the High Sierra. I offered to help crew Jesse Scott (In Search of Solid Ground) for the Tahoe Rim Trail 100 Mile Endurance Race, a race that has recently made it to the frontal lobe of my brain.

The TRT is something of an enigma to me. The Flume Trail (the MTB trail that traverses its way along the TRT course) is a regular "epic ride" for my husband and his Tahoe buddies. To say this area is breathtaking is an understatement. So I've heard, anyway. I've never actually got to see it from the 8,000' trail overlooking the blue water of Lake Tahoe (I'm usually at home watching the kids) but I've been jonesin' to kayak the turquoise blue Sand Harbor that sits just below. We've been trying to plan a neighborhood Ride/Kayak day where the guys ride the Flume to the harbor below releasing the girls to kayak while the kids get a day of play on the beach. We even had a day planned last Summer and then something happened. I think it was a freak thunderstorm - which seems to happen a lot in Tahoe. Go figure.

I'm excited to help out with the crewing and well... party crash, yet again. It looks like Shelly and I might be sharing a bed in a hotel in Carson City for one night (sorry, Kate) and I might even get to run a few bonus miles if Jesse needs crewing at some of the no-vehicle-access aid stations.

Interesting that this race doesn't allow pacers. Instead they call them "Safety Runners" where they are required to run behind their runner and not aid them in any way unless for emergency reasons.

The name "Safety Runner" reminds me of a voodoo doll I once bought for my husband called "Safety Boy" which I purchased in Chinatown, SF shortly after my husband impaled himself on his bike handlebar resulting in a trip to the UC Davis Trauma Center and a hole the size of his fist left in his groin. Yes. You can stop reading. Your welcome.


The doll was suppose to protect him from getting hurt.

So far it's worked.

I really need to learn the safety song.


 

So I promised Jesse I would bring him some of my "dirty nipples" for a pre-race, proper carb-loading, all processed and nothing natural treat. I even added a little party to it by throwing in a few shots of Kahlua.

Not sure how much partying will actually be happening though. Unlike his tardy attendance at the New York City Barefoot Run, I think Jesse actually wants to be on the start line at 5am. Well, he may not want to be there at 5am, but he probably wants to be there sans the hangover at least.

We'll see how that goes.
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"Naked America" - A Crewing Experience

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Looking out over Lake Tahoe from the Flume Trail -
Coming down from Tunnel Creek.

To run a hundred miles is an epic achievement, but to run a hundred miles of the Tahoe Rim Trail with a saucy, irreverent and misbehaving crew is a whole different challenge in itself. But, for all our mischief we did our best to get our runner to the finish line.

Meeting up with the Robillards and Jesse Scott up in Tahoe this past weekend was another colossal experience for me. I'd never crewed a runner before and since the 100 mile distance is on my own radar I wanted to experience a little bit of what that would be like.

The four of us met up in Truckee to load up the crew truck and meet our last crew member (and one of Jesse's pacers), Jon Sanregret, in Carson City for a late lunch. Of course that meant Mexican food and margaritas. Just a few margaritas. But who's counting, right?

After lunch we headed over to the Carson City Legislative building for the mandatory pre-race briefing and bib pickup where they tagged Jesse for his race and we found out a ranger had removed a whole section of ribbon markers from the trail stupidly mistaking them for "garbage". Yeah. That was a little disturbing. Much of the Rim Trail winds through High Sierra backcountry that is relatively inaccessible and not the kind of place you want to get lost in. Luckily the race director sent out a bunch of volunteers to sweep the trails to find the missing section before the 5am start. Phew. 

Jason attempting to do some logistical planning.
Apparently he didn't notice how close together
those contour lines were on the map
for our
hike up the Flume Trail to
the Tunnel Creek aid station.
Shortly after the meeting and a sidetrip to WalMart for supplies - most importantly beer - all five of us were on our way to check into the hotel. Being that we were in Nevada (a state known for its brothels and questionable moral laws) I'm sure it wasn't a surprise that the front desk would check in two women and three men into one hotel room. For just one night. Luckily, the TRT event was pretty well known and Shelly and I probably looked more like runners than hookers so I think we managed to keep a respectable profile. Sorta.

Four beers in??
Photo credit: Jason Robillard
In reality, our job as crew members should start before the race. Here are some things we tried to be mindful of:

1) We encouraged Jesse to stay hydrated - We gave him plenty of beer.


2) We made sure Jesse was carb-loading We gave him more beer and added my delicious dirty nipples as dessert - a chocolate truffle-like treat with Kahlua.


Jesse enjoying my "Dirty Nipple."
Photo credit: Jason Robillard
3) We tried to make sure he got plenty of sleep without distractions - um... there may have been some scandalous half-naked shoe photos taken, late night titty flashing, and some aggressive girl kissing going on, but hey, its Nevada. What's that saying?... When in Rome... whatever. I guess we thought jump starting Jesse's adrenalin system could be a good pre-race strategy. 

This was Shelly's "tame" shot
with a pair of sexy Mix Masters.

Ok. So I admit, we have a tendancy to act like a bunch of filthy-minded co-eds when we all get together, but when shit gets serious we are totally on it. Shenanigans aside, we are all serious runners, for the most part anyway. We were 100% there for Jesse once the race began. We ran/hiked up to the top of the course from lake level (about a 4 mile 2000' climb to the top) in record time (twice) to get to the aid station where we could get Jesse what he needed. We sherpa'd a hydration pack, water bottles, a pair of shoes (he was lucky enough to get to use the new Merrell Mix Masters), energy/protein drinks, clothes, lube and Gu to him at Tunnel Creek, Diamond Peak and the Start/Finish aid stations. 

Beautiful photography of the TRT Race Start
Photo credit: Jason Robillard
For the most part Jason was in charge. The rest of us tried to help out when we could and followed Jason's lead. I didn't feel like I contributed much except for a few bits of food I shoved in the ice chest for the crew, but I know it was probably good for Jesse to have us all there when we could see him at the few aid stations we could logistically get to.

And Jesse did incredible. He was super fast in the cool of the morning completing the first 30.4 miles in roughly 5.5 hours. Our nickname for him was "Naked America" because... well... there wasn't a whole lot (except the thinnest of stars and stripes) to separate "his nature" from the nature he was running in.

Sneek Peek at "Naked America"
Photo credit: Jason Robillard
It was those stars and stripes along with his adorably polite personality that made the women at the Tunnel Creek Aid Station swoon. Seriously. The man had a bunch of groupies that screamed out his number "720!!!" whenever he came through. They even asked him to remove his shirt posing with him for their own personal photos. He was always gracious and humble and quietly admitted that Tunnel Creek was his favorite aid station. And it wasn't for the food.

Jesse's chest looks like he got mauled by a bear. Or one of the women at Tunnel Creek Aid Station.
Photo credit: Jason Robillard

And when Jesse got lost on the trail and didn't show up to the aid station when we expected him we hadn't realized all we needed to do was mention his number and about 8 different women would know off the top of their heads exactly where he was last and what time he checked in. Little did we know there are benefits to crewing a hot, sexy, young runner wearing American flag shorts. 

Jason getting ready to pace Jesse for the last 20.
It was a super tough course, though, and when Jesse came running through the Diamond Peak Aid station at around 80 miles he admitted to struggling a bit with the steepest parts (what literally would be vertical ski slopes in winter). But, despite having to spend extra time in the aid stations not only to pose for pictures with women but for losing too much weight on the weigh-ins Jesse seemed in good spirits. 
Only 20 more miles to go.

Even Jon, his first pacer/safety runner who ran with Jesse for about 30 miles, was challenged on fresh legs by the course. But regardless of the trail difficulty, Jon fulfilled his motivational duties well by singing aloud his made-up lyrics to "Naked America" (a tune sang to the tune of John Cougar Mellancamp's "Ain't That America") to Jesse to keep him moving forward. And apparently Jon also promised Jesse (without my prior approval) that I would provide the special finisher's prize of a titty flash upon completion of 100 miles. I don't know any 25 year-old male ultra runner who wouldn't complete a 100 miler for a titty flash. 


This was shot seconds after I flashed Jesse.
I swear he and Jason just kept running and
didn't even look at me. Both assured me they had.
I guess this picture is proof that Jesse got his
"special finisher's prize." Ha!
Photo credit: Shelly Robillard
Yeah. We had unconventional motivational tactics to get our runner to the finish line.

But it totally worked. *wink*


Jesse completed his first hundred miler in 28:08:36 and placed 36 overall. There were about 136 starters and 51 of those dropped from the race. That man kicked some serious ass even on one of the hardest courses in the nation!

Congratulations Jesse! We are so proud of you for doing such an incredible job at completing your first hundo!

Finisher's Tent. 100 miles.
Read Jesse's beautifully written race report. There were some seriously poignant memories along the trail for him and its definitely worth the read.
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I NEED SHOES

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Saucony Virratas - Possible 100 mile shoe contender?
As I've said before, I'm ready to register for a 100 miler. I'm ready to see if I have it in me. Its hard for me to believe that just three years ago a ten miler was HUGE for me. So, yeah. Its scary but I'm ready. 

So why haven't I signed up for a 100 yet?

Its not that I haven't had plenty of inebriated hours of just fucking around online visiting various race sites that offer 100 milers. In fact, there's a handful of races I would have already signed up for in the midst of a drunken stupor (which, by the way, according to a few of my ultra running friends, is how they started ultra running) but not one race is in California.

And since it looks like my 100 miler is going to have to be somewhat local, I'm slacking on finding the perfect race. There's a myriad of good reasons why I'm putting this task aside and at the moment I don't feel like compiling the list of bullshit reasons so just take my fucking word for it.

Detect a little bitterness?

You should.

But bitterness aside, there is one important reason I haven't been able to will myself to sign up for a 100 miler yet.

Shoes.

I don't need much. I don't want to bother with Garmins or heart rate monitors. I already have a hydration pack. I don't need fancy ID bracelets or other ridiculous running accessories. All that I'm looking for is a pair of decent zero drop cushioned shoes. At least a pair that can get me from 50 miles to 100. 

I've been picking the brains of my barefoot and ultra running buddies for advice on my feet issues for the longer runs. These are people that basically run for a living so I can trust their opinions. Since I don't run long distances on a regular basis I've assumed that my feet feel brutalized after 50ks and beyond because I don't put the wear and tear on them my ultra running friends do. I fear that my style of training may have a downside and this could be it. 

But as it turns out, the consensus is that your feet will feel battered beyond 50 miles in the ultra light minimal shoes no matter what. I thought it was just me and my limited training. Apparently it may not be. So I'm in the market for a good pair of lightweight, zero drop, cushioned shoes that I can use once I get beyond 50 miles.

Don't get me wrong. I'm still in love with my Merrell Pace Gloves, I just need another tool in my toolbox to get me through to 100 miles. I feel that if I can fix this foot problem I will not only be ready for the 100, but I have a better chance of finishing it in good shape.

So I've been keeping my eyes peeled for recommendations. Luckily my coach is highly connected in the running shoe industry and being an advocate for minimal options he has a pretty good handle on what shoes could be my goldmine. 

Seth has suggested I keep my eyes peeled on the Saucony Virratas which are due to come out in February 2013. They are zero drop, lightweight and flexible. Rumor is that these shoes are the most cushioned shoe for its weight on the market. Not sure how they will do on technical trails, and I'm not sure how I will do transitioning to "more shoe" but at this point I will try anything.

But, I'm not a patient type so I might try wiggling my way in to see if I can test some shoes sooner rather than later. We'll see. I'm getting itchy to try a hundo. I NEED SHOES.

Anyone have recommendations for a California 100 miler or a good zero drop, cushioned shoe?
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I'm A Sucker For Beauty & Athletic Eye Candy

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Gretchen Bleiler - Snowboarder
I'm a little partial to winter sports. Ha!

(I would put another warning on here, but I'm tired of reminding my readers that my blog can be offensive, somewhat provocative and downright disrespectful at times. If you haven't figured that out yet then apparently you need to keep reading to confirm. *grin*)

Consider yourself warned.

Moving on...

I will admit to having a serious admiration for the female form. In fact, I would say that I probably appreciate women's bodies almost as much as heterosexual men do. I whole-heartedly acknowledge this and will even point out the nice booties at my trail runs to my guy friends. I've never had a guy disagree with me.

Don't get me wrong. I happen to love, LOVE, L-O-V-E men. (I'm married to one in fact.) 

 


I have no idea what those hip/ab muscles are called on men either but I have to wipe the drool from my mouth whenever a well-carved example of it walks past me. <----------

But the boys deserve a little more attention before I get carried away with my favorite female bodies...






Example #1: Not only am I jealous because I can't do that, but holy crap the dude is beautiful.


Danall Layval - Gymnist
  

And why is it that Australia has all the hotties?


James Magnussen - Australian swimmer


It would be a shame not to represent all my favorite sports. Dude has a nice paddle. *wink*


Darryl Fitzgerald - New Zealand Kayak



But the female body has so many beautiful parts too. I'm first to admit that I admire beautiful full breasts on a woman, a tight ass, and a gorgeous back. Watching the Olympic Games I recently came to the realization that it has just been a display of badass eye candy for me and I watch it as much to get a good look at some exquisite bodies as I do to see some serious athletic competition. Sadly, I missed the women's volleyball competition. Damn. Now THOSE are some beautiful bodies! 




Speaking of Volleyball, check out Francesca Piccinini, Italian volleyball player. Nice, huh?
Francesca Piccinini, Volleyball


I have never heard of Louise Hazel (apparently she's a heptathlete from Great Britain) but she is smoking hot!

Louise Hazel, Heptathlete


And lets be sure not to leave out my favorite. Australian Mountain Biker, Niki Gudex. Hey! Isn't that my tire strap she's using? She must have read my Little Black Strap blog post. Holy hell this shot is sexy! She is just SO CUTE!

Niki Gudex, Mountain Biker

And when it comes to bodies, I prefer naturally sculpted female athletic beauty over the excessively manicured and maintained beauty we see so much of in magazines. Women athletes are REAL. They don't need collegen injections or fake boobs. Hell, they don't even need photoshop to make them look beautiful. They work hard for their bodies and the result is stunning.

Victoria Pendleton - Cyclist / Zara Dampney - Volleyball


And since downhill skiing is one of my other passions... here's my girl. Beautiful.

Lindsey Vonn - Alpine Ski Racer


And when they're beautiful AND badass how can you not drool? I'm just sayin. Check out sprinter Ivet Lalova. Holy crap that woman has a nice ass. And the fact that she totally kicks some makes me weak. I need to get a towel to wipe up the drool before I slip in it.




But before you get on MY ass for objectifying women (or I guess men as well) or start questioning my sexual orientation you should pay close attention to some studies that have recently surfaced on how both men and women perceive other men and women. This is some interesting stuff, folks.

The Objectification Study
The study, published in June’s European Journal of Social Psychology, was conducted by Sarah Gervais, a psychology professor at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. The study basically found that we (both men and women) see women in terms of their body parts and men as a whole. The thing that fascinated me about this article is that both genders process the sexes the same way. That's right. Its not just the dudes who are focusing on the "local" parts first on a woman when scanning for hotness. 

Or not. 

In fact, the study used images of ordinary people fully dressed. For five seconds, the 250 college-age participants were shown an image of an average man or woman from the head to the knees, standing fully clothed in front of a camera. Then participants were shown two images side by side, showing either the person's waist or the person's chest with one of the images being slightly altered. Their job was to pick the unaltered image.

The Conclusion
I tend to be a little skeptical of studies (there are so many variables that are often not taken into consideration - who knows? The person doing the "altering" of the photos could have been really bad at photoshop) so take this at whatever face-value you want, but the results of this study indicated that our brains tend to visually identify males by using "global" cognitive processing whereas we visually identify females using "local" cognitive processing.

So basically we see women as parts and men as a whole. How's that for objectification from both sides of the coin? Women really are seen for their boobs or their ass. Even by other women. But really, is that all that bad? Some would argue that this is evolutionary and that men scan women based on their reproductive qualities. But, what about women? Why are we looking at other women as just a sum of our boobs, waist, or booty?

Some researchers speculate that the media is to blame. As women we have a tendency to compare ourselves to other women. And why wouldn't we? Women in magazines and on TV have captivated our attention since we were young girls and we size each other up. And yes. I admit this is probably why I think women with proportionately sized breasts (read: larger than my own) are attractive. The Victoria Secret catalog told me full boobs are beautiful. For years I believed them. Its taken me a long time to realize that my little titties can be just as gorgeous as your size C. And, bonus... its taken me this long to also realize they will be perkier for MUCH longer too.

So is Victoria Secret and the media in general responsible for my own feelings of inadequacies when it comes to my own body? I would love to say HELL NO, but the human psyche is a complex labyrinth of processes. Who knows what kind of conditioning I may have fallen victim to over the years.

But that being said at some point we have to stop putting the blame on everyone around us and start owning who we are and how we perceive ourselves. At some point you have to look yourself in the mirror and say "I'm beautiful" in order to really start to believe it.

I do find it interesting that my own inadequacies are the parts that I appreciate the most on other women. Although, I do appreciate a nice ass too and I've actually got one of those. *grin*

So is seeing a person in parts bad? 

Technically, seeing a person in parts is objectification. Its kinda like seeing a house or a bike or a hamburger, but in my opinion this is not necessarily a negative thing. To me, its neutral. Well... unless you perceive the hamburger as delicious in which case you will then want to eat it and then you've transformed the object into desire and well... we all know what happens when you are REALLY hungry and see a nice juicy hamburger.


But lets not get distracted and make things overly complicated here.

Regardless of whether I see the parts of someone's body (whether they be male or female) or the body as a whole, its my opinion that objectification would probably break down once the brain processes more information about the person. If I pass you on the sidewalk on my way to the gym, trust me... I will see your body. It doesn't make a whole lot of difference if I see parts or a whole if I don't know you. I don't know your name. I don't know what you do for a living. I don't know if you just rescued that poor little kitten from the sewer or just had wild unadulterated sex with your mistress. The only thing I know is that you are human and I can appreciate that.

The study didn't address this, but I think its possible that once verbal or other cues start to influence us that a more "global" processing kicks in. While I admit I have some biased judgements based on what a person's body (or body parts) look like on initial glance, once I get to know the person my perceptions often change. I have to wonder if my brain processes those changes in perception differently as well.

Maybe that's why when I'm bored I like to make up fictional stories about complete strangers based purely on what they look like. I know. Its a little immature, but its like live theatre right there in front of me except the people I make stories up about have no clue they are the actors. Ok. I'm easily amused. Forgive me.

So in light of this new information it seems like it would be almost impossible NOT to objectify women, or even men for that matter, especially if the only information we have on an individual is strictly visual. For so many years I've been convinced that objectification (especially of the female body) is a bad thing. But, is it? I know there are other factors and thoughts to consider on the subject, but my general opinion is no. Objectification is just that. Objectification. In fact, I would argue that its the most basic level of perceiving human form and beauty from a neutral perspective. The human form is an extraordinary and amazing piece of art. It comes in all shapes and sizes and most of us enjoy looking at it. I know I do. And since everybody's perceptions and preferences on beauty are different, beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. Why make that a bad thing?
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Cancer Sucks Balls

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My friend Kari and her family.
 Badass Survivor in my book. 
Life can be a challenge sometimes.With as many days as I have where I feel like I'm being strangled by a thousand monkeys who've just eaten a pound of crack each I have to constantly remind myself that life is a blessing. And I hate that word blessing. I feel like cherubs are going to fly out of my ass and trumpet fucking rainbows from horizon to horizon every time I say it. But it is. Life truly is a blessing. Life is a fucking miracle and a fucking blessing. That's all there is to it. Who knows? Maybe there's a zillion billion trillion lives living on thousands (maybe millions) of planets we don't know about in this universe and they've all been blessed with the same amazing miracle. Life.

Life.

Its not something one can really appreciate on the deepest of levels until its very existence is being taunted in front of you by mother nature in a cruel game of keep-away. And sometimes that reality never has a chance to dangle in front of you because its taken away in one tenth of a fucking second. Like in a car accident. Or when you are attacked on your motor bike by a flock of sheep who push you over a 100 foot cliff. Ok so maybe you would have a little bit of time to reflect on that one. And by the way, not to make total light of death, but that actually happened to a woman in England who actually survived the fall, but was crushed by the bike. (I will admit I giggled when I read about this. It reminded me of a Monty Python episode.)

OK. I not only have a dirty mind, but a very dark sense of humor as well. Sorry.

<sigh>

In all seriousness... moving on...


Then there's death that stares you down in a long, slow, deep stare.

Yup. If you've ever been stared down by death (or even life disguised as death - I know... that made shit for sense) slowly or even briefly it can be a pretty terrifying experience. It can also be awe inspiring, deeply moving and enlightening. Some people have been stared down by death, fought death like the superhuman ninjas they are and walked away to breathe another day. Others fought the most brutal of battles to the bitter end until their physical bodies lost but their souls won peace.

As for myself, I have never had to take on the challenge to fight for my life, but I've been smacked upside the head by a couple biopsies which made me stand up and take notice of the life I have. I've often wondered how I would handle a challenge like that.

I'm amazed by the people around me who have or are currently experiencing the long, deep stare of death and have fought (or are fighting) to stay alive.

Sadly, my cousin Rhonda was in her early 50s when her body succumbed to ovarian cancer last fall. A truly bright and beautiful woman who owned her own business and lived life the way she wanted.

My high school friend Juliet was diagnosed with an aggressive form of breast cancer at the age of 30. She was a newlywed at the time of diagnosis and had both breasts, uterus and ovaries removed so that she could live another day and have her future back. Not only was her wish granted, but she earned my deepest respect for her gutsy decisions and strength.

My cousin, Nola (a mom of two very small children) was diagnosed with Stage III breast cancer while in her mid 30s. She's a highly competitive athlete at heart (a runner like myself) and she swore she wouldn't let it take her. She doesn't like to lose. In fact, after having both breasts and 19 lymph nodes removed she is cancer free. She even celebrated with a hike to the top of a local mountain top to scream her thankfullness aloud.

She's not the only one I know who's escaped "the stare."

My friend and neighbor Kari Hamilton has also had to be the anti-cancer ninja and fight for her life. Another young athlete diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma at the age of 21. She kicks ass. I can tell you this because I've ridden with her on a couple rides. While I'm sucking air on the verge of serious what-the-fuck-did-I-do-to-deserve-this-punishment physical breakdown the girl is barely breathing hard on the uphills. Seriously. Cancer didn't have a chance with this badass. She is also now cancer-free and will be riding the Young Survivor Coalition's Tour de Pink in October here in California. This is a 220 mile ride over three days to help support young women who have or are going through breast cancer. Young women like my cousin Nola and friend Juliet.

And if you're looking for a really wonderful charitable cause, this would be it. Kari is trying to raise $2500 in donations to help young women fight breast cancer. Cancer knows no age, but for a young woman facing cancer head-on its a hard pill to swallow to think you may never know the rest of your life or to even see your children grow-up (or even have children if that's your dream). I get teary just thinking about that. This video nearly did me in - and I'm not a weepy, teary, emotional type.





So help a sistah out if you have the means. By helping Kari meet her fundraising goal you will give a young mother like the woman in the video a fighting chance to see her baby girl grow up.

And I'm curious... anyone else out there had to fight for your life? What's your story?
 
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Twenty Miles Of Punishment

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Me and the other ROTS girls.
Drink all day. Play all night. I'm in Miami bitch! OK. So that may be a wee bit of an exaggeration cuz really I'm in Rocklin which is like 20 degrees hotter and about half the humidity. It may be a fucking inferno during the Summer but its a "dry heat" which should not be confused with a "dry heave" or a "dry hump" even though those two descriptions are pretty accurate for the Sacramento Valley in July. The Summer heat here is likely to make you want to hurl if you're running eleven miles of dusty, rocky canyon trails especially when you have to call your friend to come pick you up because you drank too much the night before partying it up with the neighbors and pretty much woke up still drunk, can't drive your own ass and need a ride to the trailhead. Yeah. I did that. My friend Matt was really cool about it even though picking up my drunk ass made him late to the group run HE organized. I felt kinda bad. 
20 miles of punishment.

Uggh. That was probably just about the shittiest eleven (maybe twelve or thirteen - we took a wrong turn somewhere) miles I ever ran still drunk. Well at least it was the shittiest until two weekends ago when Matt picked my ass up again (not drunk this time - I had to drive to Starbucks) on our way up to Polluck Pines to do twenty miles of mountain running at Run On The Sly.

But this time instead of starting off with my pre-drunken party still on I started Run On The Sly unusually sober. I was a very good girl. I hydrated the entire week prior, made my homemade gel, fueled myself up on a high carb breakfast, made sure I had my handhelds, electrolytes, bib number and morning poop all in order before race start. I felt like the stars were aligning for a great race. 

I couldn't have been more wrong.

So instead of wasting your valuable time waxing not-so-nostalgically about this race and why it sucked so bad I will just summarize. I'm feeling slightly A.D.D. right now... 


THINGS THAT WENT WRONG AT ROTS
  1. My left knee bugged me.
  2. I was constantly tripping.
  3. I twisted my left ankle a tad.
  4. I overcompensated with my right leg.
  5. I tried to adjust my downhill running form.
  6. I got a creeper cramp in my right inner quad.
  7. My ass hurt.
  8. I got a pokey thorn-thing in my left shoe.
  9. I stopped to get pokey thorn-thing out of my shoe and gave myself a charlie horse in my left hip.
  10. It was hot.
  11. My ass still hurt.


WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE

1. I should have eaten a good dinner the night before - The hubs made a nice tuna salad dinner. It was nice. Not very filling or hearty though. There wasn't much for the kids and they seemed hungry so I didn't eat a whole lot (which is HUGE for me because I've been known to eat their bacon when they're not looking.) I really should have stuffed my face like I did just before the Rodeo Valley 50k. 
That's not a baby. Its a burrito.


2. I should have NOT eaten such a HUGE breakfast race morning - I was so hungry from the night before I had three paleo pancakes, a large bowl of granola, 1 big banana, and a tall mocha from Starbucks. My stomach was full and I felt "off" at the start of the race.


    At least I had time to take in the scenery.
    3. I should have stretched and did more mobility - I've been back to work big time. If you're friends with me on facebook you'll notice I'm online ALL the time now. Working. Really. Ok. So I *may* be facebooking a teeny bit while working, but honestly I've been sitting in an office chair staring at a computer screen for a good 6 hours out of the day now. Ironically, I blame it on my coach. Not only has he not updated my workovers (hint, hint, SETH - if you're reading this) but I've been working my ass off on developing his website for his new gym, The Ranch Athletics, which will be opening sometime in early 2013. This is epic, people. He's gonna make some serious waves in the training and athletics industry. I just hope he can handle the success.

    4. I should have NOT done back-to-back all out sprint days right after a week of no training - Lets face it. I'm no spring chicken and doing all out sprints is taxing on my body. My schedule was a bit messed up with my husband being in Downieville for about 4 days and the kids not being in school yet. I tried to make up all my workovers in a limited window of time and over-did it.

    5. I should have NOT done those seated box jumps after my back-to-back sprint days - I could clearly feel my hamstrings were compromised from my sprints and I felt a slight pull in my left hamstring when trying to do seated box jumps during my workover the Wednesday prior to my race. I stopped halfway through the second set, but I could feel there was something wrong.

    6. I should have NEVER tried to adjust my running form with a crap knee
     - I should have just walked because changing my form wasn't going to do shit to help the tightness in my knee. All it did was give me a creeper cramp. You know? The beginning of a lock-up where you feel the muscle tightening but it hasn't started hurting yet. But seeing as this race was either all uphill or all downhill and I wanted to run I didn't have a choice (in my head.) When my knee starts bugging me I have a tendency to think I can fix it mid run. Who am I fooling?

    7. I should have NEVER tried to remove the pokey thing from my shoe - I was literally 2 miles from the finish line and my feet are tough enough to hang with sharp jabby bits for 2 fucking miles.

    8. I clearly should have drank more beer post race - A day like this deserves more beer. Enough said.
    Dirty Girl. Cold Beer.



    Seriously. This race took a lot out of me. I finished in 4:30 which wasn't too bad considering my issues and the course but still it was a hard pill to swallow. I've been slacking lately and I felt it. But for all the crappiness this race had to offer me there was one small sliver of happy-happy-joy-joy that occurred.

    I finally perfected the art of peeing while standing up!!!

    That's right.

    I was hesitant to pull off trail around mile 5 for fear that the after-pee-drippage might cause chafing for the last 15 miles. This has happened to me before and it only took about a mile for the chafing to become truly painful. I had left the body glide in my backpack. In Matt's truck.

    Turns out a good strong stream and a little forward lean with a wiggle and a shake at the end totally did the trick. I was very proud of myself. If I could have high fived myself I would have. I think Matt was a little disturbed when I described (in detail) my accomplishment. Oh well. Dude's gonna have to deal with that if he runs with me.

    So the pain and discomfort of this last run just makes me realize I've got to train really hard to get myself where I want to be to do that 100 miler I'm planning. I will do it, but with working more I have to find a balance. I've been finding it hard to be motivated lately especially when I have to do speedwork and its 106 degrees outside. But, I'd rather suck it up than lose anymore ground.

    So my plan will be (as soon as I get Seth's website live and running) to get motivated and work hard. Oh and find shoes. Preferably zero drop 100 miler shoes.

    And do a Zaps Threads giveaway... Yup. I'll keep you all posted on that. Trust me. I'm VERY close.
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    Shameless Promotion: A Slightly Drunk Video

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    Ok. I will admit to doing a little bit of shameless promotion.Not that I plan on whoring myself out for free shit (lie: Yes I am) or anything like that in the near future... buuuuut, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. (And I do realize that the thumbnail looks like I'm flipping everybody off. My apologies. I really do like you guys - insert innocent smile here - )

    Here's some quick-ish updates:
     
    100 MILER RACE REGISTRATION CASH FLOW
    I think I've stumbled upon a way of getting at least $125 towards my 100 miler race paid. Yup. It involves a product review and my cooter. No. Its not sex toys although, that was one of the options I had available and actually considered. This review, which I'm not totally sure if I will be doing yet since I haven't seen anything in the mail, is something that most women who are ultra runners might want to seriously consider using. That's all I'm going to say on that topic for now. You'll have to wait for the review.

    THE RANCH ATHLETICS
    We have finally completed the development of my coach's website. In fact we took it live Wednesday night. Uggggh. The stress. (insert me slapping my forehead here - or just replay the video above) There are no more dress reshearsals, people. KMCREATIVE has officially launched The Ranch Athletics website. The site already has some valuable articles and information on it pertaining to fitness, mobility, strength and athletics. There's a few videos I got to cameo in as well. I promise, there was no "self-stimulating" mobility filmed. Its all PG-Rated. I know. Its all questionable with me present. The site also includes Seth's and Rick's blogs that they have already been updating with some fun posts. You can get a feel for their training and fitness philosophies as well as get some killer tips and info before their gym actually opens its doors. Their elite training compound facilities are due to open sometime in early 2013. I think I've mentioned how huge this is going to be. These guys know their shit and they are committed to helping athletes and other dedicated individuals join their cult succeed. I have a feeling they will be around for a long time.

    ZAPS THREADS GIVEAWAY
    I've been up to my eyeballs in website development but have had a few haphazard inspirations with my Roller Derby inspired running shirts. I have one design for both men and women completed and am going to try and complete two more and then... I WILL BE HOLDING ANOTHER GIVEAWAY! So keep your eyes peeled here. It will happen soon. I promise. These are going to be some killer designs. Patience is a fucking virtue my friends.
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    Thank You Dear Readers

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    I've been on the fence lately. But before I get into that I just want to thank you, dear readers, for even spending one minute on my blog. Whether you're reading, ogling the naked pics, commenting or doing whatever you do when you're here, you are seriously appreciated. Really.

    THaNk YoU!!! 

    I guess I was in denial people actually read my blog. Apparently you do and according to my stats you are spending more than just a few brief seconds. We're talking a whole eight minutes per pageview on average. Wow. Either you're really slow readers or I'm just that interesting. Or (and this is more likely) those pages have naked people on them. But regardless of why you spend more than a nanosecond here, that just makes me feel so thankful, because really, I never expected people would care about my barefoot trail running fiyah!, my nerdy thoughts on women and strength, or even my way-too-honest confessions about my uncoordinated mobility and "flexibility" adventures. Yeah. Its good to know people still read my shit even after I've laid it all on the line, embarrassed myself and gave up some very awkward and intimate details. I'm grateful for that. Thank you.

    Because of its relative popularity, friends have suggested that I leverage my blog for sponsorship, advertising or product reviews. Running Naked on Sharp and Pointy Stuff (what's the name of that blog???) started out as a journaling space to track my transition from shod to barefoot so that I could look back on my progress and evaluate my own successes and failures. Somewhere along the way this space also became a safe place for me to explore subjects that were taboo and well beyond my comfort zone. Although I'm sure it seems like it sometimes, I don't blog for attention. I also don't blog for money or free shit. I just don't want a load of crap taking up space in my closet.

    That being said, I've decided to open my blog up a little in regards to relevant reviews, marketing, sponsorships, etc. I'm still going to be very picky, though, so don't expect to see a flood of that shit on my blog anytime soon. And I will NEVER compromise my much-too-honest-its-almost-scary opinions. I don't care if a company wants to pay me a million bucks to review their fabulously crappy product, I will never tweak my honest opinion for money.

    (Ok. I *might* consider writing a positive view for a million bucks, but you'll definitely know about it.)

    I'm looking forward to "formally" reviewing a very useful product soon. You won't be surprised to know that this product review requires a blogger with no shame or modesty. I feel I meet those requirements. Afterall, this product will require that I talk about my girl parts. I think I can handle that.
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    Another Zaps FREE SHIRT Giveaway!!

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    You wanna free shirt? Today is the day! I've been saving up every penny of every commission earned from every sale of every shirt so that I can give one away for free!! Yeah. Its a long and arduous process, but it is finally happening today!



    For this giveaway the winner can have any shirt in my Zaps Threads shop limited to a $28 value.

    Today I'm revealing some new designs - the concepts of which transpired over a facebook thread. I don't exactly remember the context of the conversation, but I was just making shit up as usual and giving my online friends all nicknames. That conversation then inspired me to write this post on my secret love for Roller Derby.

    So three months later I finally have some wearable badass designs. These are by far some of my favorites! They're gritty, dirty, bold and irreverent. In fact, if you win one - or end up buying one - I encourage you to cut the sleeves off, tear the neck out or mark it up and make it your own. These designs are meant to be worn with attitude. In fact, I expect it, but don't get too carried away while wearing my unruly art. I don't condone shopping cart smackdowns and elbowing in the grocery store. Keep it civil, people.

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    The Official Rules of Entry
    Check outZaps Threads Website and then follow the steps below:
    1. "Like" Zaps Threads on Facebook and post a comment on my Zaps Threads page telling me your favorite Zaps Threads tee.
    2. Leave a comment here on my blog so I can add you to the giveaway.  
    3. Tweet, Facebook, Pin or post with a link to this giveaway on your blog or social media network of choice. 

    This giveaway ends on Sunday Sept. 16th. I will be posting the winner shortly thereafter so keep your eyes peeled! GOOD LUCK!!
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    Enough of the flim flam... here are the designs (click on the images below to see them at a larger size or visit my Zaps Threads Website to see more designs):



    Hill Killer #44

    Zombie Pacer #72

    Trail Bruiser #58

    Barefoot Bomber #48/Barefoot Bombshell #52

    Dirt Diva #83

    Singletrack Sistah #38



    Stay Tuned...

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    Thank you to everybody who entered my Zaps Threads Free Tee Giveaway!!! Unfortunately, I'm not accepting any more submissions. I know. BOO. But stay tuned because I will be using Random.org to pick a winner tomorrow so be sure to check back...

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    Are You A Winner?

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    Random.org chose the winner for my latest giveaway and #4 Steven Shomo is it!!Dude just won a Zaps Threads original tee!

     


     
    Steven, get in contact with me and I will totally hook you up. Let me know what size/design you want and where you want it shipped. Congrats!!

    Once again... thank you to everyone who liked Zap's Threads on Facebook and tweeted, posted, pinned, and blogged about my giveaway. The more love and support you give Zaps Threads and my art the more giveaways I can do. You guys totally rock!


    ~Your forever incompetent Zap



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    Evofem's Softcup Review

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    Evofem's Disposable Softcups
    Squeeze box. Taco. Poontang. Sugar Basin. Honey Pot. Vertical Bacon Sandwich. Whisker Biscuit. Crotch Waffle. Velcro Love Triangle. Sausage Wallet. Apple Pie. Salami Garage. Pound Cake.

    Now that we got that out of the way... is anyone else hungry? I swear some of these euphemisms for vagina make me crave food. Is that wrong?

    Guys, you might want to get the hell out of dodge for this post cuz I'm going to be talking about my vagina. A LOT. And its not going to be in the "oh my pink pearl is so pretty" kind of way. No. This post is more of a "my axe gash is bleeding like a stuck pig" today. Yeah. Consider yourself warned. Its going to be another one of "those" posts, and since its a review of a very useful feminine product I'm not sure you'd wanna stick around for that anyway. But, if you decide to stay and read (for your "wife" or "girlfriend") you have my deepest respect for braving all my girl shit. I will definitely be impressed. Good luck with that.

    Ladies, on the other hand, I demand your attention. Especially if you are an ultra runner, trail runner, backpacker or rock climber. The following review is for a product that I find immensely convenient for those of us who enjoy the challenge of long stupid miles or who are in love with being outdoors or who well... just want to be liberated from our period. I'm assuming you can hang with my coochie convo for a bit. Afterall, girls talk about, well, everything. Even our girl parts and what we put in them.

    So I have decided to do a review of the Softcup. A menstrual cup for women. I found out about this review challenge through a fellow blogger Tina Plantamura over at For The Love of The Run. She asked if I would like to participate and after finding out what the product was I couldn't resist. I love to give my honest opinions on things and as you know, I'm not afraid to talk about my girly bits either. It was a perfect fit.

    You should know that by doing this review the company has offered to pay up to $125 towards my next race registration. That's a pretty decent deal to me. And since I'm a seasoned cup user I have experience with this sort of menstrual technology and am eager to review the alternatives.

    You should also know that my opinions are mine alone and in no way influenced by the company offering me a cash incentive to do this review. I will be brutally honest. That's just the way I roll...

    So... on with the review!

    You know me. I can be graphic honest. Enough said. Look away now if you are squeamish.

    Evofem sent me a box of 14 disposable Softcups to review. Call me crazy, but I almost couldn't wait for my period to start. As a loyal user of a competing brand's silicone version I was ready to try something new to see how it compared.


    Disposable Softcup
    For those of you who aren't familiar with a menstrual cup, its a flexible cup made out of healthcare grade silicone or polyethylene. It's placed internally inside your vaginal canal and collects the menstrual flow as opposed to absorbing it like a tampon or a pad. Typically, cups are designed to create a seal inside the canal and hold a larger capacity of flow than a super tampon, which is one of the things that appeals to me about using a cup.

    Here are my initial observations...


    SOFTCUP WAS EASY TO USE
    This was BY FAR my most exciting discovery with the Softcup. After several months of a very messy learning curve with my current menstrual cup I eventually mastered properly inserting it so it didn't leak, but it was a long and arduous process that involved LOTS of kegels and learning how to assist the cup into proper position using what might be best described as a "making love to the cup" technique. Lets just say this technique just confuses my sense of what's appropriate and what's not appropriate to be doing while inserting a menstrual cup. So I was happy to learn that the Softcup was SUPER EASY to insert and didn't resemble foreplay in any way shape or form. In fact, it was as easy as inserting a tampon. Softcup even has video tutorials to help you understand how its inserted, which was really helpful.

    SOFTCUP CAN'T BE FELT AT ALL WHILE WEARING
    Similar to a tampon, I couldn't feel Softcup inside me at all. But with no strings to remind me it was easy to forget it was in there.

    SOFTCUP WAS COMFORTABLE
    Lighter days with a tampon just sucks. I feel dried out and like I'm about to pull my entire uterus out through my vag when I pull on the string. The plastic of the Softcup was easy to slide into place and wasn't irritating even on the light pre-period/post-period days.

    Removing it wasn't too bad either because it sits just behind your pubic bone. Though, it can be slightly tricky to remove. I was able to bear down just slightly in order to push it out just enough for me to hook my finger under the rim and pull it out.

    My current menstrual cup, on the other hand, can be just a tad uncomfortable if I don't insert it just right and I have to go back in and try again. Not once did I have to remove the Softcup and try again to get it in just right. I was able to insert it correctly the first time every time.

    SOFTCUP WAS LEAK-PROOF WHEN IT MATTERED MOST
    This goes along with how easy this was to use. I was happy to discover that Softcup was pretty darn leak-proof. Having experienced a bloody learning curve when I transitioned from tampons to "The Cup" I was sort of expecting a similar experience with the Softcup.

    That being said, I did have some leakage while I was in the right place... the bathroom. I noticed that when the cup was pretty full it would leak if I beared down even slightly. At first this concerned me a little because I worried about lifting heavy while at the gym and nowhere near a toilet. In fact, I was worried enough to bring backup tampons with me on my first heaviest day. It turned out to be a non-issue. I made sure to change the cup before my workover and I think that was key.

    SOFTCUP CAN BE WORN UP TO 12 HOURS
    I wanted to know the true limits of the Softcup. This is good info to have if I should every be caught running stupid miles while on my heaviest day. I have worn my current menstrual cup for almost 12 hours on my heaviest flow day and it leaked, which was sorta expected around hour 12. I haven't worn it that long on a heavy day since, but its good to know the limits of the cup with my typical flow.

    I had a similar experience with Softcup. I REALLY pushed the limits on my heavy day with it and wore it for almost 11 hours with no problem until one brief moment of chuckling gave me a bit of a shock. I happened to be at a party (yeah... I take risks like that) and found that even laughing when its full will produce unfavorable results. My advice: DON'T WAIT THAT LONG TO CHANGE YOUR CUP ON A HEAVY DAY! That's a no-brainer though.

    Something interesting that I discovered was that instead of dumping the contents and disposing of the cup every 5-6 hours (by the way - dumping and disposing can be a bit messy. If you're not OK with seeing your own blood the cup is probably not for you) I found that as long as I could bear down just enough to empty the contents in the toilet (there was no touching involved) my Softcup was good for another few hours. I'm not sure that the company would recommend this, but this trick gave my eco-friendly conscience peace of mind since I was putting less product and plastic into the landfill. The Softcups that I was using were disposable unlike the current cup I use which is completely reusable from cycle to cycle.

    SOFTCUP CAN BE WORN ANYTIME, ANYWHERE AND DOING VIRTUALLY ANYTHING
    I wore Softcup while swimming, biking, deadlifting 120lbs, during 125lb heavy squats, pushups and running with no problem. The only thing I didn't do while wearing it was have sex, which the company says you can do. This is something I'm eager to learn about because its is the ONE activity that seems questionable. Not only am I curious about how it would feel internally, but I'm curious about my husband's perspective on it as well. I also want to evaluate the messiness of the event.

    SOFTCUP IS MADE OUT OF BODY-FRIENDLY MATERIALS
    Disposable Softcup is BPA-free and contains no latex, silicone or dioxins. There are no residual fibers to worry about and it contains no bleach, pesticides, carcinogens or PCBs. This makes me happy. Its FDA approved (which means nothing to me these days) and, like most other menstrual cup brands, there has been no link recorded to Toxic Shock Syndrome. However, women who wear an intrauterine device are cautioned to consult with their doctor before using a menstrual cup since there could be a chance of dislodging the device.

    Softcup packaging

    SUMMARY
    Overall, I was ecstatic about this product. In fact, I LOVED IT even compared to the cup I've used for years. I can't say enough good things about this product. I highly recommend that every woman try a cup at least once and this would be be the perfect cup to try. There was virtually no learning curve and it allowed me to put it in and forget about it for the entire day which is one of the best reasons to wear a cup.

    So am I sold? Will I use disposable Softcups again?

    Probably not.

    Shocker huh?

    Why? The environment.

    [ok. I might be stepping up onto my soap box right about now]

    I switched to a menstrual cup in the first place because I choose to take small steps in my everyday life to reduce my consumption of disposable products. Here are just a few of the things I've done over the last eight years to reduce my landfill contribution. This is the short list.
    • I gave up shaving for waxing and epilating so I wouldn't have to use disposable razors.
    • We use linen napkins instead of paper ones.
    • I used flushable G Diapers instead of disposable ones when my boys were babies.
    • I use recycled ketchup and mayo bottles for storing my homemade cleaners in (we are a bleach-free household.)
    • We repurpose A LOT. For example, rather than buying the Swiffer disposable cloths we repurpose old cloth diapers and burp cloths for the same use.
    • We use reusable tupperware and glass containers instead of plastic baggies in lunches and for storing leftovers.
    • We use and buy only rechargeable batteries.
    • I avoid buying any food products that come in individually packaged portions and try my best to avoid buying products that contain excessive packaging.
    • We try to reduce our consumption in general, but if we want something we try to buy second-hand or gently used items.

    I was happy to learn that Softcup has a reusable cup that can be reused for an entire menstrual cycle.
    If you consider that the average woman dumps 250 to 300 pounds of tampons, pads and applicators into the landfill during her lifetime, using a reusable menstrual cup is one step in the right direction to being kinder to the environment.

    I understand this may not appeal to a lot of women. It seems the "ewwwww" factor is the biggest roadblock the reusable menstrual cup is up against. But think about this... how many women are mothers who change dozens of dirty diapers, wipe snotty noses, swab
    ear wax, clean up spit-up and vomit? And we can do this with hardly a gag reflex. Yeah. Mothers are pretty tough. We can hang. Reality check: If you're a mom and you can't handle rinsing out a cup that contained 1 oz. of your own blood, then motherhood must be a bitch.

    In my opinion, though, Softcup's reusable version is still a far cry from the completely reusable cup I use right now. I've had mine for over four years now. That's 48 Softcups I would have otherwise thrown in the garbage. [update: I recently found out that reusable Softcup may be even more eco-friendly than I thought and if taken care of properly *could* last for more than one cycle. This just proves that the company is thinking progressively about the impact of its product on the environment, which is something I can support] I would definitely be willing to put a reusable Softcup to the test, but honestly, until there's a long-term eco-friendly option available I'm perfectly comfortable with sticking with my status quo.

    That being said, menstrual product technology is changing and I will be keeping a pretty close eye on the future of these products. Brand loyalty is no match for what just plain works. No woman wants to be caught with a menstrual product fail. Period.

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    Slacker's Paradise

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    Chillin with a view
    I'm a slacker. I'm sitting right now on the top floor balcony - still in my jammies. Its early in the morning. The sun is barely up and my California body clock is about the only thing NOT slacking. There's a fresh cup of coffee next to my laptop and I'm watching the mist sink and lift in the valleys of the terraced mountain range in front of me. I'm waiting for the rainbow to appear.

    Aloha! I'm in Maui, baby!

    There's something about island life that pulls me back and winds me down. Reggae music always pops into my head whenever I think about Hawaii. Life is just slower and much more relaxed here.

    This is a much needed family vacation. Actually it was a Christmas gift given to us by my parents. Its been wonderful to spend quality time with the kids and just chill and watch them enjoy life.

    I ran barefoot on the beach the beach today. It wasn't much... maybe a little over a mile. Other than that I haven't done jack except for some rolling and stretching here and there. I make a fine slacker.

    But what did you expect from a bonafide Generation Xer? Even at 40 we are still the slacker generation, but I can't help but feel like I've let my generation down recently with all my dedicated training, business focus and lets not forget the most slackless job of them all... parenting.

    Maui Sunset
    So I've decided to get back to my generational roots. I've been suffering from mental blocks lately and am in need of a creative jump. I need a little more slack in my life. Maui is just what I need right now.

    In fact, I would argue that slackers are innately creative people because of their inherent desire to procrastinate. I personally think that a necessary shut down and reboot of our brains is key to innovative thinking. We often think that original thinkers are born brilliant, but psychologists who study creativity in people say that it's possible to engineer creative thinking to some extent. But in order to do that we need to relax.


    Happy Hour with the hubs

    Apparently our minds need relaxation to stimulate alpha-wave radiation in the right hemisphere which ultimately helps us problem-solve. Yeah. That little bit of news-worthy material required some research. Damn. I lost sight of my slacker goal already. I guess you'll have to do the rest of the research yourself. 

    Its funny, inspiration for me occurs organically and sporadically. Its something I don't cultivate. It just happens. Usually at unexpected times. My best ideas take shape when I'm not deliberately thinking about them. In fact, I find it a little annoying at times because it catches me so off guard. I'm usually not in a situation to do anything about it and often find it difficult to remember to record my ideas.

    But, I suppose my muses have a tendency to slack too and lately I've been wondering what island they're on because they bailed on me a couple weeks ago. So here are some of the ways I cultivate creativity and call my muses back:
    1. Quit - If I'm having trouble with a concept, design or painting, I just quit and come back to it later. Making myself suffer through bad idea after bad idea doesn't do me any good. 
    2. A long run - I used to almost always have inspiration right around the five mile mark. Even without pen and paper I was able to clearly visualize my ideas.
    3. Laugh - I'm a sucker for slapstick, but really anything that makes me laugh seems to stimulate ideas. All too often inappropriate ideas, but hey, I'll take what I can get.
    4. Change my environment - When I was in college if I needed inspiration I got in the car and drove over the hill to Santa Cruz. I would hang out by the beach, spend the day drawing on cafe napkins, or take a walk in the rain forest.
    5. Throw a party - surrounding myself with people almost always stimulated my brain. In fact, while in college I hosted regular "Friday Night Dinners" where my friends and I would gather at different houses, bring a dish and we would have a big family style sit down meal. With lots of beer of course. Sometimes we would talk about our art projects and brainstorm ideas with one another.
    6. Read or look at art - Reading blogs and articles or watching video art online. (See video below) Check out Sonia Falcone's video light installation that was on exhibit at the Biennale in Santa Cruz, Bolivia.
    7. Listen to music - Certain music just lights me up. I have eclectic taste, but the different styles and artists speak to me in different ways depending on how creatively "stuck" I am. I have been able to dig myself out of a creative black hole just by music alone. I found this song by Michael Franti and Spearhead that has recently fueled my creative "fiyah."





      So you might be looking at this list and be thinking that those are all just great ways to procrastinate. I guess you can say that, but as a creative professional it isn't easy always being "on." Looking at a blank screen while trying to design a logo happens a lot. If I don't find ways to kickstart my brain and get my creative "fiyah" burning I might lose a client. Learning how to relax and let go so I can open my mind is essential to getting myself out of a rut - and I won't deny that a cocktail or two always helps. *grin*

      Now if I can just convince the government that regular vacations in Hawaii qualifies as "concepting" maybe they'll let me take it as a write off. Heehee.

      Are you a creative person or a slacker or both? How do you get inspired?
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      From The Perspective of Fear

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      I suppose it's a bad omen when you wake up in the morning and hardly notice that you've put your panties on backwards. Who does that? Um. I did.

      Yup. I'm still adjusting to being back on the mainland I guess. My track workout this morning sucked. I totally felt off the moment I woke up this morning. Must have been the panties. Uggh.


      Lucky for me my training schedule happened to be de-load week last week. Usually every fourth week I do workovers at less intensity. Except for a soft sand 1 mile beach run I didn't do much at all besides sit on the beach, snorkel and drink cocktails (I now make a killer POG Runner by the way). How's that for de-loading? 


      I'm sure that's NOT what Seth had programmed for me, but hey... I was in Maui. Cut me some slack, Jack.

      Now that I'm back home I'm back to work, my workovers and my 100 miler research. But, I would be lying if I told you I wasn't procrastinating on registering for the "big one." I am.


      I still can't seem to find a 100 miler in California that I feel completely ready to sign up for. There are few here during the timeframe I'm looking at and most are way more challenging than I'd hope to attempt for my first 100. Part of me believes that I can do this. The other part of me thinks I'm being way too cocky and I have no business running that kind of distance. Right now, I'm not sure which part of me I should believe.
       

      FEAR
      I have this completely irrational "fear" of the distance. Although, its obvious this fear is really of the unknown. I have to remind myself to think back to my first trail marathon (which wasn't more than a year ago) and my first ultra, and my 100k after that. I have to keep reminding myself that EVERY distance seemed daunting if I hadn't ran it before. Once I ran it, I had a little more experience and some inkling of what to expect from my body. I don't think I'll ever be able to wipe clear the "unknown" for any given race. There are way too many factors that can effect the outcome. But every race I run makes me better prepared for the next one. I'm banking those experiences which is probably more valuable than any tool or skill.


      But I don't run a whole lot of races
      and it seems the California 100s are tough. At least that's from my perspective. Especially the Northern CA 100s which I want to do sometime between August and October of next year. That is unless I could find something in February or March, but I'm not a happy cold weather runner unless I can feel my fingers and toes which is rarely in the colder months. 

      THE OPTIONS 
      So I guess I'm not sold on any one race yet. Right now I'm debating on either the Rio Del Lago 100 or the Cool Moon 100. They are very different races. 

      The Rio Del Lago is an out and back race consisting of some pretty hefty canyon elevation which takes place just as things begin to cool down here in October. I love the idea of running an out and back course but, in life and running I prefer surprises. I don't want to "know" the trail I'm running on. It keeps me awake, interested and inspired. Although a lot of this trail will be new to me some parts will be very familiar. I'm not sure I like that. 

      The Cool Moon is a 10 mile looped race with a 12 and 24 hour timed option that takes place near my birthday in the hellish heat of August when temps commonly get up past 100. Although potentially mind-numbing, the looped race has its advantages and the timed 24 hour option seems very seductive.

      So I'm stuck. 


      In the meantime, the only thing I know is that I want to do this. Or at least I want to try. 

      At the Born To Run Ultra I remember staying up the night before my race and talking with the guys about what I wanted out of the 100k. The only thing I wanted was a transcending experience. Not a PR. Not a medal. Not even the right to say I'm an ultrarunner who ran a 100k. I wanted a profound understanding of who I am at my core. I wanted to touch the edge of my limits with a distance I had never ran before. I wanted to see how far my body and mind would let me go.

      While that race was pure magic for me and one of my most memorable ultra running experiences and in a small way transcending, it wasn't the experience I was looking for. I may have touched my limits, but just barely. My feet hurt like hell and at one point I thought I may have fractured my right foot, but what I discovered as I crossed the finish line was that regardless of the excruciating pain in my feet there was more left inside me.

      How can I ignore that?


      So I've given myself until December to register. Its a solid deadline.

      And even though I'm still crapping my pants at the thing I'm about to do, I am taking steps today to get myself there tomorrow. 


      TRAINING
      Right now my training consists of a serious focus on my foot position during deadlifts, heavy squats, and other movements. This focus will aid in strengthening my feet and correct my slight eversion which still needs some help. I can't believe how much different my feet are from only three years ago. They've come a long way. They may be tiny, but they are solid and stable now. On their own. Without the crappy ultra motion controls. But, still, there's room for improvement there.
      I have barefoot superpowers now!

      I still have yet to find a pair of "Zero d" shoes. (That's my own abbreviation for "zero drop" by the way. If you know me you know I like to make up my own vocabulary) I need something with a little more cushion that will get me through a 100. Its awfully hard to fork over cash for something you can't be sure will work. My coach is super knowledgeable on this stuff and I will be leaning on him for recommendations. My shoe choice will be a shot in the dark for me.

      The other part of my training consists of mental training. There's a process my brain goes through in order to comprehend the impossible - or what I perceive to be the impossible. I'm getting to know that process intimately. I don't have a problem doing long anything - at least not so far - but there are times when I look at the movement I'm about to do 400 reps of and I wonder if I will feel like giving up at some point.


      For instance, one of my workovers consisted of 400 jumping jacks. At first I was confident I would complete them. Hell, they were just jumping jacks. I did those by the dozens in elementary school. But by the 50th rep I discovered just how much I hate jumping jacks and by 100 I was cursing them. But the amazing thing about this was as long as I didn't focus on the total amount I needed to complete I could knock them out in groups of 30. That's pretty much how I completed my 100k. Six sets of ten miles each and the last two miles would be a snap.

      Whatever works.

      So I'm pushing the fear back for now and focusing on getting myself there. I wish I could find a race that inspired me like the Born To Run Ultra - which by the way, I plan on doing next year but at the 50k distance so I can enjoy the flavor of the event more. It seems that races find me these days not the other way around.

      "I'm here 100 miler!! Come find me!!"

      But, December will be here soon and I will have to commit myself. On one hand it will be a relief once I register. On the other hand, I think I will need a really strong cocktail.

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      One Small Risk at a Time

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      I took a risk today. It was kinda my metaphor for this looming 100 miler I need to sign up for. I did it because I'm damn sure I'll be signing up before December and the risk I took today was small in comparison. It was small but big at the same time. This risk told me I was ready to try. I'm ready to try and succeed, but I'm also ready to try and fail too. That feels good because either way I sorta win. Just having guts enough to register, prepare and train for this race is me succeeding. I'll be succeeding at attempting to do something that only a year ago I would have completely written off as fantasy. An unattainable, futuristic, laughable and downright crazy pipe dream. One hundred miles. On MY legs. With MY feet. Hahahaha!

      But I'm not laughing. I'm near tears every day now with my workovers. Not because I'm sad, but because I'm on the verge of doing something epic and I don't want to fuck it up.

      So what was the risk I took?


      My gym's boxes.
      I jumped the second highest box at my gym today. That may seem stupid and silly and small, but its not for me. I've been stuck on the 34-36 inch box for more than 6 months now. I'm not sure exactly how tall it is because there's no label but they probably go up in increments of 4-6 inches. I've been too scared to try the higher box. My gym doesn't let you put weight plates on top of the boxes to ease up in height gradually. You have to pick a box and jump.

      So I did.

      Today I tried my last set of box jumps on the 36-38 inch box. I barely made it to stand up on the edge of the first two jumps then fell on the next two jumps, gave up mid-jump on the 5th jump and couldn't muster the courage to do the 6th jump.

      I succeeded and failed all in one set of jumps.

      But I tried and succeeded. That's all that counts.
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      My Shamanic Blogging Journey

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      My mind has been more than murky lately.If it were a pool it would be like swimming in milk. Probably slightly curdled milk. I've lacked focus, confidence, and my ability to relax. Although the trip to Maui helped, my body and mind were still in the same confused state when I returned.

      So when I opened my email up the other day and saw a message about a Shamanic Journey Circle (don't judge) I was both intrigued and curious. What the hell is a Shamanic Journey Circle anyway???


      And then I saw the line...

      "Experience the vibrations of the drum as you sink into a field of all possibilities..."
      Did someone say drum?

      I'm in.


      I don't know what it is about drums, but I'm magnetically drawn to them. In fact, when I was younger I wanted to be a Taiko drummer which I suppose is more martial art than drum. Except for the fact that I couldn't hold a rhythm to save my life (and maybe the fact that the drum would be twice my size) I probably would have been one.


      Although I consider myself a very spiritual person, I'm not a firm believer in Shamans, healers, divination and the spiritual world in general. Its just not something I can fully understand and feel completely comfortable embracing. I need some semblance of proof and logic in order to fully buy into some of these concepts. I also don't know a whole lot about the practice of Shamanism and what it really means.

      I guess I was just seduced by the drum.

      That being said, I've practiced yoga, meditation, and visualization off and on for nearly eighteen years. I truly believe that our brains hold more potential than we have the capacity to understand. Over the years I have experimented with meditation as a tool especially in regards to pain management.
       
      Shamanic Drum
      I was able to use meditation to cope with the pain of labor drug-free until around 9cm dialated. It worked until the pain was so unbearable I felt like I would literally go insane. Or someone would ask me a question and break my focus. Yeah. I'm not super-catatonic-meditation woman, but meditation got me to 10 cm and through delivery when an epidural failed. I hadn't exactly planned on using meditation to get me through childbirth, but as it turned out it was an acceptable way of coping for me. At least up to a point.

      I've also deliberately attempted OOBEs (out of body experiences), kept an elaborate dream journal and voluntarily experienced lucid dreaming at a young age.

      When I was in Junior High, I remember reading an article in my brother's science magazine that explained how to train your mind to experience lucid dreams. By the time I was in high school I had trained myself to fall asleep into a state of lucidity almost every night. I know. I was such a weinerdog.

      I'm not sure how to explain some of the experiences I've had during these altered states of awareness so I won't even go there. Words dilute those experiences anyway and if I did describe them you would probably feel an urge to buy me a white jacket with extra long arms and little locks on the ends and then rent me a room carpeted with rubber. What I will tell you is that these experiences were undertaken without the use of drugs, wild fungi, or magic cacti, (which doesn't say much for my sanity) but suffice to say some of these experiences scared the living shit out of me. Its taken me a long time to gather the courage to access that level of awareness and lucidity again.

      But I think I'm ready to learn more about what I've been doing all these years and get back into it with a stronger focus.

      Since my miscarriage back in 2006 I've not been practicing meditation or yoga so this Shamanic Journey Circle was an enlightening substitute and something I plan on attending again.

      If you've never been to a Shamanic Journey Circle its actually a pretty cool experience. Sorta like yoga but without the stretching and just the lay down on the mat and fall asleep part. But you're not supposed to fall asleep like the lady next to me did. And no matter how similar it sounds, snoring is NOT the same as using your Ujjayi Breath. 

      The intention of the Shamanic Journey is to relax and open your awareness to visualizations, sounds or other meditative experiences.

      Interestingly enough, cultures have been doing this over the last 20,000 - 30,000 years. As weird and "new age" as it may seem to us westerners, shamanism is a very old and embedded practice in many indigenous cultures. Often considered a "living tradition," peoples from New Zealand (The Maoris), Tasmania (The Aborigines), Hawaii, Nepal, Scotland and Ireland (The Celts), The Arctic (the Inuit) and even many Native Americans are still practicing shamanism today.

      Shamanism is a "living tradition" in many cultures
      As "out there" as it sounds to some of us ALL those people can't be crazy people. Their practice has a purpose and is a deeply regarded and respected part of their cultures.

      The circle I attended was led by a Shaman who is an intermediary between the physical world we know and the spiritual world we cannot see. She uses a drum to invoke the spirits who will surround and protect the circle. 

      My husband wanted to know if she entered the room swinging over us from the ceiling with her amped up drum kit.


      Um that would be a NO.


      She used a single largish handheld drum that, according to the Shaman (and some scientists who study "sonic driving" - the use of rhythm and tone to create altered states of awareness) when beaten at the rate of 3-7 beats per second and at the frequency of 4-8 hertz creates theta waves in the human brain which induces a level of deep relaxation or an altered state of consciousness. This is the state of consciousness in which a "journey" can begin.


      For me I wasn't really sure what I was doing there. I'm not exactly sure why I responded to that email but I guess I was hoping to find some clarity on some things (including my upcoming hundo) or maybe just relax and ground myself, which is hard to do when you have a houseful of kids running around like wild ferrets on crack. 


      I wasn't expecting much but deep relaxation and maybe some focus. Instead, I heard an annoying typewriter that wouldn't let me focus on the drum or explore much beyond any other level of awareness.


      When I was finally able to ignore the typing (maybe I was experiencing a Shamanic blogging journey) I had some cool auditory experiences but wasn't able to stay focused long. 
      Silencing my thoughts was a fractured attempt at best.

      I have to wonder if that typing sound was in my head and part of my "journey." I find that slightly amusing but at the same time a little disturbing. There was no typing, typewriters, or keyboards of any sort in the room or the room adjacent to us. Maybe the blogging spirits
      were calling me. I hope they like my post. *grin*

      To be honest, I've had much more powerful journeys on my own. By accident. But all my past experiences have been with little research or knowledge of what exactly it is I'm practicing.


      So my plan is to go back tonight and learn some more. At the very least it feels good to get back into meditation and focused relaxation again and now that I've written this post maybe I've freed myself from the Blogging spirits and they will let my mind rest and explore something different this time. We'll see.

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      Born To Breathe

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      Belly henna. My reminder to BREATHE.
      Breathing is a no brainer. You don't have to consciously think about taking in a breath and letting one out. Under normal circumstances you don't have to think about how fast, how slow, how deep or how shallow to breathe. And lucky for you, you never have to worry about forgetting to breathe because its all automated for you by your brilliant body. 

      Unless you're me.

      The freakishly inept.

      I caught myself holding my breath while running the other day. I was probably about 3 miles into a run when I started getting light headed. Then I had the sudden horrific realization that I was stupidly holding my breath!! Wha??? Why would I do that? I assure you, I'm not out to take revenge on my brain cells for making me think about mycotoxins in my coffee.

      But its not just the holding my breath part, its the WAY I breathe.


      When I was young I played the flute and then later on the oboe. Two instruments I can truly say I suck at. It could have been because I can't count and move my fingers at the same time, but more likely it was because I never learned how to breathe properly.

      As it turns out, this minor breathing issue could affect my running. Oh... and my lifting and other workovers as well. Who am I kidding? This breathing thing is pretty damn crucial. Uggh.

      My years of never learning to breathe came back to haunt me a couple months ago while meeting with my coach to work on some basic movement videos for his website. He was shocked to learn that I didn't know how to breathe with my belly. Um. Yeah. You're coaching the queen of ineptidtudeness. I know... probably not a word, but are you really that surprised? What's the big deal with breathing anyway? Isn't that the job of my lungs? Last time I checked my belly made a fine container for those delicious morsels of dark chocolate and rum. I don't recall breathing being part of its job description.

      Wrong.

      Belly breathing is how we were born to breathe.

      Dude. If you don't believe me, don't take my word for it. Consult the expert...



      That baby has some serious breathing skills. I'm sure he could probably out-cry me too. 

      When we belly breathe we use our diaphragm to draw air in and out. Apparently, there are many advantages to this breathing technique.
      • Diaphragmatic breathing alleviates stress by relaxing the body and mind.
      • Using the diaphragm while breathing out allows us to stabilize the lumbar spine - this is essential for weightlifting and core bodyweight movements.
      • Studies show that belly breathing can reduce lower back pain. 
      • Complete breathing may also help with recovery after exercise by reducing inflammatory hormones (cortisol) and increases levels of melatonin (a hormone intimately involved in regulating our sleeping and waking cycles.)
      • Deeper breathing into the diaphragm can increase athletic performance.
      So by not using our diaphragms when breathing we may be shortcutting our body's own natural abilities to function efficiently on a basic level.

      But, surely I can't be the only one who has forgotten how to breathe correctly.

      Right?? Come on. Join me on the dark side of incompetence even if its just for fun. Its lonely over here.

      How do YOU breathe? Lets see if you're as lame as me. I know. Impossible. So humor me.

      Sit up straight or lay down on your back. Put one hand in the middle of your chest and the other hand on your abdomen. Take a BIG breath. Which hand moved first? The hand on your chest or the hand on your abdomen? Which hand would you say moved the most? Did your shoulders shrug at all?
      When I first did this exercise my chest moved more than my abdomen. Chest breathing only uses the top lobes of the lungs and is highly inefficient. I pride myself on taking the hard route for most everything I do, but I had no idea I was making my body work more than it needs to just for air. Sheesh.

      So if you are breathing efficiently or taking "complete" breaths you will first feel your belly filling with air and then your middle chest and rib cage expand. Complete breathing engages the lower, middle and upper lobes of the lungs and utilizes the muscles surrounding the diaphragm as well as rib cage. Over a lifetime, this technique will keep our chest and rib cage muscles from stiffening and may help us avoid respiratory problems as we age.

      Who knew the way we breathe could be so important?

      My new mantra: Straighten. Relax. Breathe.
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      Guns and Goals

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      The Gun Show
      If you hate people who post their workouts on facebook then close your browser window now. I'm about to commit annoying facebook behavior #43 (I do it all the time) and I will NOT apologize for it. This is my hard work. Read or leave. I don't care.

      My recent workover:

      • Deadlift 5x100lbs, 3x115lbs, 1x130lbs
       

      • ​5 rounds of:
      ​ - 200 meter row (this was at sprint pace)
      ​ - 10 deadlifts with 95lbs


      ​• 100 mountain climbers


      • ​1 minute hollow rocks



      Granted I was breathing hard and had to rest a few times so that I could catch my breath and keep my form from going to crap during the deadlifts, this was not a seriously challenging workover for me. Over a year ago, on the other hand, I would have either:
      A) forgot to add in the weight of the bar on those deadlifts and completely failed trying to lift 140 pounds for for the first rep of the first round (without warming up)... 
      B) passed out on number 50 of the mountain climbers and (if I woke up and tried to finish)...
      C) cramped up like an ab stabbing mother fucker on the hollow rocks. 

      I've been reviewing my past workovers and have suddenly realized I've come a long way. I've been consistently training for almost two years now. I'm not your go-to-the-gym-for-two-months-then-go-back-to-eating-twinkies kinda girl. When I have a goal I stick with it. Unless I get bored.


      Post 200 Mountain Climbers
      But I've managed to stay interested in this training for a long time now. Not only has it kept me uninjured, but it continues to allow me to explore my potential as a runner. While the workovers aren't always easy, I've had a lot of fun training. Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment. Maybe I enjoy embarrassing myself in public. Maybe I just like "me time," (even if it does involve pain and lots of sweating) but call it what you will, I've truly enjoyed my training. That includes the 100 yard suicides and tabata runs. The bear crawls and spidermans... um...not so much.

      OK. I know I've said this before, but I think I've got solid confirmation now that I really am a masochist.

      I've heard that's good for ultra running. Looks like I'm in the right sport. *grin*

      While my goals have been about taking my running to the next level, I've been pleasantly surprised with the bonus physical results as well. Funny that it never occurred to me that there would be a physical "bonus" to my training. OK. I did think my body would change. Like I'd lose my boobs. Ok. I won't lie. I never had boobs to begin with, but whatever fat was on them eight months ago is nowhere to be found now. But most of that fat has been replaced by muscle. Which I'm OK with. At this point I am embracing anything that adds to my boobies, short of silicone. And now I'm seeing definition in my abs, shoulders and back as well. I look strong. Almost like I could beat a sumo wrestler to the ground strong. OK. Maybe not THAT strong, but man! What a transformation! And I have no idea what my booty looks like, but my husband will confirm its firm-ness. So there you go.

      But physical benefits aside and even more importantly, I am changing inside my head too. I am transforming my confidence. I had no idea I was lacking so much until the first few months of my training. I joked with my friend that we needed to swap heads. I had the dedication and consistency she needed and she had the confidence I needed. If we could borrow a little from each other we'd be unbreakable.

      I hated going into the gym in the beginning. It was very intimidating and many times discouraging. But my consistency and dedication won out and as I kept going in and trying new things I slowly built up confidence in what I was doing. Even if I totally fucked up and did it wrong, I'd try again the next time. And the next time. 

      Which is why I have a permanent welt on the back of my head from jumping rope. 

      Hey. I never said I got it right.

      I know the mental stuff is still a work-in-progress, but wow. I really have come a long way even with that. I need to give myself more credit sometimes.

      So at the risk of sounding like I'm bragging, I'm proud of myself. I've worked hard non-stop for almost two years. Not to be skinny. Not to be pretty. Not to be fit. But to run. That's all.

      Run.

      My coach has often emphasized the importance of having goals beyond just looking pretty or losing weight. I understand now what he means. Real dedication is not driven by superficial ends. Real dedication is driven by a passion. Its your obsession. Your escape. Your sanctuary. Barefoot running reignited my passion for the trails again. Now I want to be strong, kick ass, and be confident enough to run any distance. Or at least try without second guessing myself.

      Its funny how when you dedicate yourself to a goal magic just happens.
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      My Favorite Things For Running

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      "The Stash" A local favorite running trail 
      I'm a minimal runner in many ways. Not only do I prefer minimal shoes or barefoot, but I try not to be a pack mule when I run. That means I usually run sans the technology or a ton of other gear. You won't find a big fat Garmin on my wrist and the only reason I bring my phone is in case I get lost or there's an emergency. Or if there's a big fat five foot rattlesnake in the middle of the trail that I come a couple feet from stepping on and I need to run back a couple hundred yards to facebook about it. Yeah. I did that. But I only facebooked about it because should it eat me alive (Seriously. That mother fucker looked like it had just swallowed a small deer) then people would know where to find my body. I happened to be running barefoot on the trails that day at sunset and could barely see the beast when I almost stepped on it. I don't think I've ever barefoot backpedaled so fast in my life!

      There are times when I'll carry a pack and bring the ipod but that's only during an unusually long run which I almost never do. Even for my last long race I only carried two handhelds and broke out the ipod once for a small four mile section to get my running fiyah back.

      Even with being as minimal as I am though its hard to avoid running without stuff so here are some "basics" that I use.

      Running in the Buff
      The Buff- I do like to run in the buff, but contrary to the fact that this blog is all about Running Naked On Sharp Pointy Stuff, I do not ACTUALLY run naked (except for my feet sometimes). Sorry to burst your bubble. I would probably be game for a naked run if the temps were perfect and mosquitos didn't find me so tasty and if it was, well... you know... legal. I've been using my old Merrell buffs that I've collected in swag from various races to carry my phone, keys, gels, etc... I slip it on over my waist and VOILA! it becomes a damn good race belt. It's actually better than any race belt I've ever tried and keeps stuff so close to my body that I forget its even there. Unless I'm carrying the kitchen sink it doesn't jiggle or smack me in the rear. This folded piece of knit tube fabric makes everything super accessible. I don't have to bother with zippers or velcro because the pocket is deep enough that nothing falls out. 


      Gel Flask
      Gel Flask - I hate the store bought gels and goos. Not only do I hate the taste of them but I hate having to deal with all the packaging and waste while I'm running. I don't like  sticky hands and I hate having leftover gooey crap in my pocket. I prefer to make my own gel and store it in a 5oz. gel flask. You can buy these flasks at most bicycle shops. I've found that one gel flask will get me through roughly about 15 miles. I prefer real food by far but this stuff has saved me from bonking on long runs. Here's my homemade gel recipe (which I've been known to add gin to for a little happy hour celebration ha!)...

      Gel Iskiate Recipe

      • 2 heaping tsp raw sugar mixed with about 4-5oz of water, boiled and reduced on the stove until its a syrup. About 8 minutes. (You may not need to do this if your sugar dissolves in water easily, but my raw sugar is large chunks so I thought it dissolves better this way.)

      • 3 1/2 - 4 oz. water
      (enough to almost fill gel flask)
      • 1 Nuun tablet
      • Juice of 1 lime
      • 1 Tblsp Chia seeds
      • Small pinch of salt


      Fill the gel flask with the water. Add the Nuun tablet, syrup, lime juice, salt and chia. Shake and refrigerate until race day. I usually do this a couple days ahead of time.

      Although I haven't tried it, my husband uses straight up frozen juice concentrate in his gel flasks for his long road rides and mountain biking excursions and he says it works just as well.

      Trail Running Handhelds
      Ultimate Direction and Camelbak handheld water bottles - I prefer to run with handhelds these days. I find it more comfortable than a hydration pack. I will often carry two handhelds (the Ultimate Direction and Camelbak) during ultras using one with electolytes to drink from and the other with water to drink or pour over myself. Although I prefer the Ultimate Direction bottle over my Camelbak because it fits my small hands better both have pockets that are perfect for carrying either small snacks or my electrolyte tablets. I've also been able to fit my gel flask into my Camelbak handheld pocket for easy access to my gel during a race. The Camelbak is harder to drink from for me which is why I use it for water only mostly to cool myself off. I prefer the soft pull up spout on the Ultimate Direction bottle. The Ultimate Direction bottle has an insulated sleeve and the Camelbak is an insulated bottle which keep my hands from freezing when its cold.



      Nathan Women's Hydration Pack
      Nathan Women's Intensity 2.0 Hydration Pack - I will wear my hydration pack for races where I don't want to bother stopping at aid stations or when I need to carry more than my pocket buff can handle. Rarely, if I need to carry extra food or clothing I will bring the pack but after reading Vanessa's recent post on handhelds I might try using Vanessa's trick of taking the bladder out and using the pack for lightweight items while carrying an extra handheld. This particular pack is designed for women and fits my small frame very comfortably. The thin, wide shoulder straps fit more like a vest than a pack. The bladder holds about 70 fl oz. and the pack has front pockets as well as a decent size back pocket. The stretchy nylon cord on the back is useful for tucking lightweight clothing into if I need to remove layers while running.



      Little free packets of salt
      Salt Packets - I don't normally carry salt pills. Instead I collect those little salt packets from In-N-Out Burger or other various fast food restaurants and tuck them in my pocket. I've used them on occasion when an aid station was out of salt pills and I like that I can take just a small amount if I find I'm craving salt or feel all sloggy in my stomach on a long run.





      Arm Sleeves for Trail Running
      Arm Sleeves - I borrowed some sleeves from one of my cycling shirts for one of my cold weather 50k runs and LOVED the fact that they were like adding another layer without well... adding another layer. When I shiver it wastes much needed energy. I hate being cold while I'm running, but there's nothing worse than overheating as well. So I prefer to dress in light layers that are easy to remove while running. Arm sleeves are some of the easiest to remove and lightest options to carry while running. They fit perfectly in my buff or I can even tie them to my pack.



      Favorite Running Bikini
      My Favorite Running Bra - I was getting pretty fed up this summer with boob sweat. How can I sweat when I don't actually have boobage? WTF?? So I decided to try running in my bikini. Well, the top anyway. It's water-proof, comfortable (hell I could probably go bra-less) and I don't sweat as much since its a string bikini and keeps me pretty cool. It is now my favorite hot weather running bra.



      Trail Running Skirt - Brooks
      My Brooks Running Skirt - This used to be my only running skirt up until a week ago when I bought another because I've decided that running skirts are very practical running wear. They usually include more pockets than the average running short (or at least the shorts I own) and they are the best clothing for peeing off trail standing up. Just move the undershorts aside and do your business. These are very lightweight and dry super quickly. The liner shorts in this skirt is a mesh short so its a little drafty but keeps me cool in summer and the fabric doesn't get sticky and shrinkwrap to my body when I sweat.


      Funky socks and Merrell Pace Gloves
      My Funky Running Socks and Merrell Pace Gloves - OK. I will admit to being not the most fashionable of runners on the trails. My style can be a little... well... funky. And as much as I like the Ink-N-Burn clothing, I will admit I'm not a huge fan of the style or performance fabric especially in dry 90 degree weather. I see ultra runners everywhere wearing the Ink-N-Burn clothing, but even with as original as it is, it just isn't me. Besides, it would totally clash with my choice of winter socks.

      I even wore my funky socks when I was going exclusively barefoot for a while. I would cut the feet out and still have my knee highs to wear. And by the way, those are my Merrell Pace Gloves which happen to be my favorite trail running minimal shoe - by default really - since they are my only trail running shoe. Still, they've been a superb shoe so far and I will continue to use and abuse them.



      Zaps Threads Tee
      Zaps Threads Shirt - And how can a shirt like this NOT be my favorite? *grin* Its a Zaps Threads original and even though I wasn't too impressed with Spreadshirt's softened printing on this cotton fabric I think its still fun to wear. I think the digital direct printing on the American Apparel fabric is WAY better. 

      And Yes. I run in cotton. For me its cooler for the hot, dry summer months especially once I pour a little water over myself. I prefer the performance fabrics in colder weather.


      VANS - My favorite gym shoes
      Vans Shoes - The best shoe and my all time favorite for lifting and gym work are my well loved Vans. Although I was told straight out by one of the gym employees that "those shoes are inappropriate for the gym" these have been the best shoes EVER for lifting, squatting, lunges, jumps or basically anything that requires proper foot position. My Merrells have a slightly curved up toe box which throws my balance off slightly while doing heavy lifts. Since my feet still pronate I'm working on keeping a strong foot position while doing these movements which will hopefully strengthen my feet and help with my pronation. Its easier to keep a strong foot position in an already flat shoe. Fighting to flatten my foot in a curved up toe box doesn't help me and makes lifting correctly hard to do. I loved these shoes so much I wore a hole in them and had to patch them up with a heart.



      Luna Sandals
      Luna Sandals - I had to replace my last pair of running huaraches. I had to replace them because I broke them and I loved them. I scored some Luna sandals during a big 50% off promotion and the Luna Monkeys made these custom sandals for my teeny tiny feet. The thing that I love about these sandals is that they are very comfortable especially between my toes which means running the downhills isn't as uncomfortable as it has been in the past with my previous huaraches. Although I haven't worn these for a long run yet, I'm considering wearing them for my 50k at Born To Run next year.



      My Hobby Joggar Sweatshirt - This sweatshirt was given to me by my friends Jason and Shelly Robillard shortly after meeting them for the first time at the New York City Barefoot Run last year. This is the most coveted running related clothing item in my closet since its a reminder of two incredibly inspiring people and some seriously good times. The Robillards are and always will be a permanent part of my barefoot and ultra running family.

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