It started out as film in the SX-70 and now it has ended with a photography show of emulsion lifts. I’ve created my own monster – and it’s more work than sitting at my computer editing. Now to find a DayLab so I can reverse engineer the images I take on my camera or phone, and move then to a Polaroid, then to an emulsion lift.
I was finally able to make it the whole way to the end of Eklutna Lake on our fat tire bikes . It was so gorgeous. Jon ended up with a flat tire at mile five on the way back, so we walked the last five miles. It was a great ride otherwise. It looks like we could have gone a lot further, but there were about 5+ trees down across the road and over huge puddles of water. I was ready to turn around at mile 11 and we did. I’m glad we did because Jon’s flat might have had us walking longer than five miles. Fun times for sure! I love biking!
My last few hours in Boise: lunch with Paula and Val at Cafe Zupas, a quick hike in the foothills and geocache fail, then drinks with Monica at the airport. I didn’t cry this time because the trip was so good for me, so deeply connected, and I know these friendships are life-long and never ending.
My final day in Boise was comprised of a lovely walk around Simplot / Quinn’s pond, coffee downtown, a teeny bit of shopping and general relaxation. Simplot / Quinn’s Pond is all about loving your girlfriends, which I found very fitting after this trip! We chilled with pizzas, beers and laughs on the patio in the evening and went to bed early. I am still so touched by the having the most amazing friends in my life. I never thought I’d be so lucky.
Eating out: nope. We didn’t do it until the very very end when we gassed up Jeff’s truck! We had planned and prepared enough for the entire trip.
Our last overnight away from Boise, at Banbury Hot Springs, we woke up and made breakfast outside the cabin (it wasn’t raining), made smashed bagels, eggs, and just yummy-goodness, warm coffee, yum. We watched some beautiful sapsuckers were feeding their babies while we ate, and I saw my first cherry tree as an adult. As we headed out, Val showed us where they’ve gone boating and paddle boarding with Kyle, which looks really amazing and fun. We headed back towards Boise, thrifting once and finding the best finds, ate lunch at this adorable riverside cabin area on the snake river, saw the museum where the settlers crossed, saw Bruneau Sand Dunes (AMAZING!) while Val told us great stories about camping there, then headed back home. We stopped at this diner for dinner – first and only food we ate out in five days. We rocked it. It was such a great trip.
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We “chased the sun” with hats and tried to avoid the rain after the Sawtooth Relay, but our weather ended up being pretty crappy. However, our morning-after Sawtooth started out amazing with a hike around Red Fish Lake – we took a boat to the end, then hiked back. It was a blast. I carried “flat sawtooth” with me for photos ops.
After our hike, we headed back to Ketchum thinking we would find a cheap hotel. Um, hell no. Ketchum is outrageously expensive and snooty. We found a cheap place down the road in a cute little city (Hailey, Idaho) that we enjoyed the heck out of and I’d definitely live there. Bowe Bergdahl lived there, too. We forgot to find his house. We also thifted, geocached, explored the cemetary with beers, found Ernest Hemingway’s grave, saw some waterfalls and got the last cabin (only cabin) at Banbury Hot Springs and soaked for hours and acted like children – we had the pool to ourselves so nobody knows what we acted like. There was a tick in the shower house and we made a pretty big deal to avoid letting it get onto us! 🙂
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The relay was wild (so many people!) and took about 12 hours of our day, but weirdly, it went by so fast it was strange. I think that was because we were all sleep deprived and amped up on adrenaline. We had to be up around 2:30 in the morning, started quite early but we were home by about 5pm. Maybe I’m miss remembering the time we got home, but I think it was still light outside, so before 8pm. We all did really well and nobody got injured, despite really pushing ourselves to run faster and harder than normal. For me, it was not the elevation gain that kicked my butt, but lack of sleep and running in the mornings, something I have only done a handful of times. Morning running: it’s just not my thing.
I had leg #3 and leg #9. When I started out at 5:30, it was so freaking cold outside that I was shivering in the pouring rain, and my broken left hand was frozen in it’s split. We figured out that if I used one of Mondana’s head wraps, I could keep my hand from freezing. The 3rd leg pretty much started going uphill and I’ve never felt my leg feel that heavy in all of my running career – it felt like I had ten-pound weights wrapped around the souls of my feet. My quads felt useless. I’m not sure if that’s an elevation thing or not, but I had no problems breathing – just that my legs felt like bricks. My second leg, leg #9, later in the day, I felt fatigued, but my legs did not feel like leg #3, so I’m not sure what the difference was. I can only think it was from the early morning run.
Afterwards, we all met up at the park, got our t-shirts and goodies, ate dinner (trout was amazing with pineapple jalapeno sauce, and lots of beer. It was such a lovely day and the anti-climax came at the end when I realized I had spent over six-months training for this race, then it was over in 12 hours. 🙂
Running weather: 30’s, rain, sleet, snow, hail, and Val got all the sunshine on both of her legs.
Probably the biggest trip of my summer was flying down to Idaho to do join Idaho’s most famous relay race – the Sawtooth Relay! WE DID IT in the fastest time this particular team has ever done it – my time was definitely the slowest, but I did all ten miles! The total was 61.9 Miles.
We stayed at Red Shirt Lake https://redfishlake.com/ which was so lovely! Definitely not the type of place I would be able to afford without having multiple other women paying for this house. It was just gorgeous and so much fun.
The ride up was wonderful – Val probably drove over a thousand miles during this trip and is such an amazing woman for not letting Monica or I do any of the driving. I just love that I’m friends with such wonderful people. I don’t think I’ve laughed so much in my entire life – a weekend of “chasing the sun” and fun and avoiding the rain. As Val told me before my first trip to Idaho, the morning we woke up to down pour before the wine run “it never rains in Idaho.” LOL.
So much excitement on our first day out!
I’m training for the Sawtooth Relay, so I’m hiking for elevation gain. We attempted hiking The Butte, but there were so many people there that we did not park – instead left, pulled over onto another street and googled other hikes in the area. Google suggested Lazy Mountain, so got to see and hike a whole new area and one that I like better than The Butte. We did not do the Lazy Mountain hike, but instead took the easier way – the Morgan Horse Loop – lots of horse poop, but most of it was dry. Afterwards, we met Mom & Dad, and Carol, at the DQ in Palmer 🙂 Fun day!
Distance: 2 miles
Elevation Gain: less than 500 feet
I have not been running in almost two months. My left foot started to kill me after weeks of training on the dreadmill. I had hired Lisa in October-ish to help me get faster, stronger, thinner, and I was doing great until the foot pain. I told Lisa about it before I started my January training sessions and she told me to immediately stop training and see my doctor. I told her about it because I was concerned that I could not bend my toes on my left food, and I felt like I might have a broken toe or something (yeah, I’ve never had a broken bone in my body, but I equated the pain to something being broken). Lisa told me I needed an x-ray and a good physical to make sure nothing was wrong. The x-rays showed an excellent left foot with no issues, including absolutely NO arthritis (ha!, to all you anti-running peoples!!).
Anyway, GP sent me to podiatry, podiatry gave me inserts, chiropractor wants me to get new inserts, massage therapist said stretch, rest and continue seeing her, but I’m going to see a Jeff/PT this coming Friday. I’ll probably do a combo of everything just so I can get this healed. Anway: PT was prompted when I saw a #metatarsalgia dry-needling post on Instagram.
I asked around to see if anybody had had dry-needling in Anchorage but nobody I know has, so I Googled it. I sent a message to PT tonight and received a telephone call back right away! I’m going in Friday morning to get a full assessment and see what they can do to fix my painful left foot.
Excess pressure on your forefoot can cause pain and inflammation in your metatarsals — the long bones in the front of your feet, just below your toes.
It’s not that I’ve hated being off running for the last two months, in fact, it’s quite the contrary, well, in a complicated way! Kind of in that love/hate running way that I subscribe to most days.
I’ve enjoyed sitting around, watching movies, playing with my bullet journal, making lots of food (like way too much food), hanging out with my family and spending most of my time inside the house. My nights feel really long after work, especially since I’m not spending 1.5-2 hours in the woods, hot tub, cleaning up, running, etc. (um, duh!).
DOWNSIDE: there is the whole weight gain crap going on, lots of yucky urges to eat crap, never feeling full, always craving junk food, feeling sluggish all day long, and overall boredom. On top of all that yucky stuff, I’ve spent a lot of time watching movies … I’ve even watched some TV. OK, maybe one TV show, but that’s really bad considering I am not a TV watcher, and I have never been somebody who watches TV – but I can see why our culture is so fat, lazy, voted for Trump, and so boring. TV is really the pits. It does nothing good for the brain (OK, PBS and documentaries do!).
UPSIDE: I’ve read a bunch of books so far, so it hasn’t all been bad. I’m not certain I’m actually reading less this year, though, so I cannot actually say that not running has made me read more. Part of this year’s goals is to read more thoroughly and deeply, too so I might not meet my goal of 70 books for 2017. We’ll see in a few more months though.
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Anyway, I need to get this metatarsalgia sorted out. I cannot continue sitting around. I need to train for the Sawtooth Relay. There’s only so much my fat tire bike can do for me, and it is not running. Plus, it really is not the same feeling I get as when I run.
Oh, and excitingly, I quit taking Prozac and I’m feeling pretty good. My last day was 2/9/2017 but I’m not feeling weird like in the past. I think I did a slow enough taper that I’m going to avoid antidepressant discontinuation syndrome, which really does suck when it happens, and it’s very scary – even as bad, or worse, than a panic attack. Anyway, for now, I’m done taking these meds. I’ve spent years in treatment (what SSRI haven’t I tried?), counseling, EMDR, and almost every psychotherapy treatment out there. I need to learn to deal with it, even if that means going back to EMDR therapy. If all else fails, there’s the non-psychogenic CBD oils and cannabis, which my psychiatrist and I discussed, and, shockingly he’s OK with it. Plus, it’s legal in AK and always has been.
I’m actually a bit surprised at myself for not quitting all these meds after reading Prozac Diary in 2011!
In 1988, at age 26, Lauren Slater lived alone in a basement apartment in Cambridge, depressed, suicidal, unemployed. Ten years later, she is a psychologist running her own clinic, an award-winning writer, and happily married. The transformation in her life was brought about by Prozac. Prozac Diary is Lauren Slater’s incisive account of a life restored to productivity, creativity, and love. When she wakes up one morning and finds that her demons no longer have a hold on her, Slater struggles with the strange state of being well after a lifetime of craziness. Yet this is no hymn to a miracle pharmaceutical. It is a frankly ambivalent quest for the truth of self behind an ongoing reliance on a drug. Slater also addresses Prozac’s notorious “poop-out” effect and its devastating attack on her libido. This is the first memoir to reflect on long-term Prozac use, and reviewers agree that no one has written about Prozac with such beauty, honesty, and insight.
Whoa! I’m getting way off topic now: fingers crossed for good PT outcomes and fast healing!