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Race Report: Grand Valley Marathon

The first weekend of this month I ran my second marathon, Grand Valley Marathon in Palisade. It was a great weekend, as I saw several of my close friends as well.

Tired but triumphant! Not my best run but I still did it. 🙂

Grand Valley Marathon is a road race that takes place at the far east end of the Grand Valley in Western Colorado. The course is an out and back route starting in downtown Palisade. Like Rim Rock Marathon , this race cruises through some of the most picturesque scenery in the state: Colorado’s wine country. Palisade contains a wealth of vineyards and lush peach, fruit, and lavender orchards that bloom in the spring: hence the race’s moniker of “Fruit and Wine 26.2.”

Before leaving for the Western Slope on Friday, race eve, my hiking buddy Jamie, whom I’d be staying with, was visiting Denver. Being both cat lovers, I suggested we visit Denver Cat Company, where, for an entry fee of $8 per person, you can sip tea and hang with, cuddle, and geek out over the 20 or so rescue cats roaming the establishment.

After hanging out for an hour and a half, I took off for Grand Junction. I stopped by Palisade first for packet pick up.

As I have with Dream Catcher Half and Rim Rock Marathon, I carbo loaded with Enzo’s spaghetti laden with marinara sauce. As Jamie was not yet back in town, I decided to do something I hadn’t done in a few years: dinner in the desert.

Pondering on how to eat spaghetti when you don’t have utensils…

After picking up my order at Enzo’s, I headed straight to North Desert via 27 1/4 Road. North Desert is the broad, open expanse of land just north of town. Under the management of BLM, the area is extremely popular for dirt biking, off-roading, 4 wheeling, etc. I drove about two or three miles in, then parked my car facing west, to watch the sunset. Giddily I pulled out my dinner, only to find I didn’t have any utensils…I made do with a brand new ball point pen. Surprisingly, it was quite effective at scooping up spaghetti. It was a beautiful, calm evening; sunsets on the Western Slope never disappoint.

I headed home once it was twilight, prepped all my race gear per normal: Leadville tank, bib, Brooks shorts, Mizuno Wave Horizon shoes, basically the same apparel I wore at Rim Rock Marathon. You can call it my good luck outfit.

The marathon started at 6:30 am, so I headed to bed around 11, and woke up around 4:30 am, super excited for race day. For breakfast I consumed 2 Clif bars and drank plenty of water, arriving at the start line around 6. The sun had not yet risen, and it was gusty and cool out. I’d been agonizing over if I should wear my racing vest, and if I should wear leggings. I ultimately decided on sticking with shorts, and wearing my vest, containing GUs and gels, over my light shell jacket.

A runner friend of mine ran the marathon last year, placing second over all. He said Grand Valley Marathon is a small, old-school race: you’re provided a chip timer to place on your shoe, with total marathon runners averaging between 12-20 folks. Sure enough, as start time approached, I noted only about a dozen folks, give or take a few, gathering at the start line. My hiking buddies Trish and Cate, who ran the half marathon that started at 7, their first ever half, came to wish me luck and cheer me on. Right before lining up, a race official talked over race rules and the course. We’d be running for 2 miles east on N. River Road which crossed the Colorado River, then make our way southwest along G Road for 2 miles. Then we would continue onto the Fruit and Wine Byway, which zig zags through the vineyards and orchards, then turn around at the 13.1 mile mark.

Course map, from Grand Valley race website, www.grandvalleymarathon.com

The marathoners and I then gathered at the intersection of 3rd and Main, and at his shout of “GO!” the race began. Whereupon I did my first racing blunder… I lead the pack for the first few miles. Oops!

From start I was running at a decent pace, nothing that felt too fast. I didn’t have my Fitbit or any watch with me, so my actual pace is all conjecture. I was amazed I was leading, for I did not feel I was exerting myself at all–a side effect of all my hill running. This marathon course is flat overall, with one climb of 700 ft. or so; nothing like Rim Rock, with nearly 2000 ft. gain and loss. I kept looking over my shoulder, seeing I had distance between myself and the next runner…Yeah, you could say I was feeling way overconfident–I was. With such a small pool of runners, I felt I’d do pretty decent in this race. Never before had I led a race, and I slowed down a bit, but not enough. Just before the hill climb, the second runner started closing in behind me. He passed me on the hill, which didn’t bother me too much. Once back on the flat, I pulled back a bit, but it was too little too late. I had a new problem: I was overhydrated, and kept having to stop by several aid stations, starting at mile 7. And with every stop, someone passed me. 🙁

Despite my annoying bladder, I was still feeling good when I reached the turnaround point at 13.1 miles. Looking at my phone, I noted that, even with potty breaks, I ran this distance in 2 hours 4 minutes: 5 minutes faster than my time at Dream Catcher Half. “You’re doing great!” exclaimed one of the race volunteers. “You’re second place female overall.” So, yeah, I was still feeling pretty confident I’d run this course–flat, with fewer runners—faster than Rim Rock.

It was a beautiful morning, and by now the sun had been up for well over an hour. Turning around to race eastward, you face the looming mass of Grand Mesa, and the stretch of Book Cliffs along I-70. The wine vineyards and peach orchards were healthy and blooming, and a few locals had gathered along the course to cheer us runners on. Otherwise, the course was very quiet, very peaceful.

Heading back to Palisade, approx. mile 17. Mt. Garfield is the landmark in the background.
The course passes by Alida’s Fruits: lovely place full of local goodies, such as peaches, jams, jellies, etc.

Unfortunately, my bladder continued to nag me, and my left knee began to whine around mile 16, a whole 4 miles earlier than it did at Rim Rock. By this point another female had passed me, so I was now in third. By mile 18, I had to walk a bit, for my left knee was stiff as a board. So lesson learned: don’t start off too fast! Duh! As I run primarily hills, this means I tend to run pretty snappy on flat terrain, sometimes to my detriment. Training wise for this race, I did include more flat work in weekly runs, but obviously not quite enough. Looking at the time as I continued on, I knew I’d be unable to achieve my (overly ambitious) finish time of 4.5 hours or under. Now I adjusted to finishing at under 5 hours. Starting at mile 19, I was all glorified walk/ run… yeah. Mentally, I was cursing at both my bladder and knee. My heart was just fine; the “engine” was running smooth but my mechanics were off this race. 🙁

Approaching the finish line. Photo courtesy of Yoli H.

At 5 hours 14 minutes, I finally crossed the finish line–a full 20 minutes slower than Rim Rock. Ouch. I’ll admit I was feeling a little disappointed as I approached the finish. But immediately upon seeing, and hearing, my friends Jamie (who drove back that same morning!), Yoli, Trish, Kale, and Cate cheer me on, I felt victorious and extremely grateful. 🙂 Without a doubt, I have THE BEST support crew.

I did it! Kale is at the far right cheering me on. 🙂 Photo courtesy of Jamie C.
Photo courtesy of Trish W.
Go Trish, Kale, and Cate! 🙂 Photo courtesy of Yoli. H.

Raising my arms in triumph, I immediately slowed to a walk. A race official placed a finisher’s medal around my neck, and removed my chip timer. Hobbling to the side, Jamie helped me remove my race vest; I was so tired the simplest tasks were difficult. We sat by the snack table run by race volunteers, where I greedily munched on trail mix. I caught up with Trish, Cate, and Kale, who all did great in their first half and 10k, respectively. 🙂 Later that evening I went with Jamie and Yoli to Ale House in Grand Junction. I feasted on fish tacos, and for dessert, fruit parfait.

Yum!

The next day, Jamie and I attended the bridal shower of her friend, Sabrina. Held in the wide open desert by Fruita, it was the perfect way to cap off a great, momentous weekend.

Me, Sabrina, and Jamie. Photo courtesy of Jamie C.

If you’re a marathoner or avid runner, I highly recommend any of the Grand Valley races. For the spectacular scenery alone, it is absolutely worth it. And if you especially dislike big, crowded races, then this race is certainly for you. Despite not reaching my goal time, I still thoroughly enjoyed this race. Obviously, lesson learned: don’t start off too fast! Flat courses can be deceptive…pace yourself. But to be fair to myself, however, this is only my second marathon, so I’m still learning, maturing as a runner. Grand Valley Marathon truly is a little known secret of a race, which makes it special. Plus, you can feel good in that the Grand Valley race series gives back to the community as it is a fundraiser for Palisade’s unique Fruit and Wine Byway, a true Colorado gem.

~LMC

*As always, I would like to thank my friends Jamie, Yoli, Cate, and Trish for graciously contributing your photos to this post 😀. Love you ladies!

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Green Day’s 21st Century Breakdown Turns 10 Today

Ten years ago today, American band Green Day officially released their eighth studio album 21st Century Breakdown. My favorite Green Day album, I still enjoy listening to this particular work a decade later.

A lot of you already know I am a die hard David Bowie fan. I am also a Green Day fan as well. And while my love for them doesn’t quite match my love (read: obsession) for Bowie, if you knew my high school self, you would know I loved, and still love, this band.

I first got into Green Day when their highly acclaimed album, American Idiot, was released in September 2004. I was in 7th grade, the emo and iPod era, and remember just how HUGE that album was. Boys were imitating vocalist Billie Joe Armstrong’s look of all black wardrobe, messy hair, and guy liner. Girls wore Green Day band shirts, and you could overhear the album blasting on tinny earbuds. I remember purchasing a few songs on my iPod Nano, the songs “Boulevard of Broken Dreams,” and “Wake Me Up When September Ends,” being my favorites. In fact, the latter song served as my alarm on my iHome during my middle and high school days.

Once in high school, I started listening to other Green Day songs. My favorite pre tennis match pump up songs were “Welcome to Paradise” and “Brain Stew”. Keep in mind: these songs were already more than a decade old when I truly discovered them; Gen X grew up listening to these early songs and albums.

As much I liked American Idiot, I was ecstatic when Green Day released the single “Know Your Enemy,” in April 2009, to herald their latest album. 21st Century Breakdown is my album, from my era, a contemporary work. I remember watching the “Know Your Enemy” music video on YouTube, and counting down the days till May 15, the official release date. That day happened to be seniors’ last day at my high school. A junior, I distinctly remember standing above the commons, watching the seniors congregate in a mass of school papers flung everywhere, chanting, yelling. Gripping the balcony rail, anxiously tapping my foot, I muttered over and over, “One more year, one more year…”

The timing of the album’s release was poignant. Listening to it then, and even now, I knew that 21st Century Breakdown was, and is ,the soundtrack of my youth, of my teenaged self, my 17th year, my 17th summer. Society makes a big fuss about being 17. Oh to be 17 again…Yes. I get it. I loved being 17. I miss it. I remember purchasing the album shortly afterward, and listening to, memorizing, each track. Each song is so damn good, that I’m hard pressed to say that there’s any tracks where I hit the “Next” button.

And say what you will about Green Day selling out, gone commercial, gone POP instead of punk. I don’t care. You can’t deny that vocalist-guitarist Billie Joe Armstrong, bassist Mike Dirnt, and drummer Tre Cool are all such incredibly talented musicians. The songwriting, the lyrics, the hooks, the melodies: Green Day brings it all on this album. After the gigantic success of American Idiot, fans and critics wondered if Green Day could ever, or even desired, to top or match that success. Now, I’m no music critic, but 21st Century Breakdown is certainly no let down; in my opinion, the work matches the creativity and quality of its predecessor. Sectioned into three acts, the album’s theme, reflected through its title, centers on the bourgeoning hopes, fears, and anxiety that comes with the dawn of a new century. As with American Idiot, 21st Century Breakdown‘s narrative is portrayed through characters, these being the young punk couple Christian and Gloria. The album brings Green Day’s signature sound of raucous guitar and sledgehammer drums on tracks such as “Know Your Enemy” and “Horseshoes and Hand Grenades,” with Dirnt’s bass heavy on “East Jesus Nowhere,” and “Last of the American Girls.” The album’s other single, “21 Guns,” is a power ballad with an anti war message. A hard hitting song in both its lyrics and melody, this track once again confirms Green Day’s stellar songwriting abilities. For me however, my personal favorite song on this album is “Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl).” Opening with haunting piano notes, the track then builds into a crescendo of rockabilly sounding guitar and powerful bass lines, with the lyrics describing a woman whose destructive drug habit is forcing her onto the streets.

Guitar World Magazine article, August 2009

In this era of auto tune and zilch instruments for many of today’s top selling recording artists, Green Day remains so refreshing, so cathartic, to listen to: an actual band! And a rock band at that. Though many folks scoff at Green Day having long lost any sense of their original punk roots, once again, I do not care. The sheer talent within the melodies and songwriting is gold. This album is a true rock epic masterpiece, just like American Idiot.

For me, 21st Century Breakdown was forever sealed into memory upon listening to it during a Fourth of July weekend trip with my Dad. We were driving along the boundless tracks of eastern Wyoming, blasting it at top volume. My Dad, the one who introduced me to Bowie and many other classic rock artists, knows what good music is. And he loved that album. Still does. My Mom too; she’ll request that I play it for her. How cool is my Mom? 🙂 And to this day, whenever I think of Wyoming, 21th Century Breakdown starts playing in my head. Just last August I drove up to Laramie, and once I crossed the border into the Equality State, I immediately started playing the album: I was 17 again.

Denver Post review of Green Day’s performance at the Denver Pepsi Center, August 2009

Exactly three months after the album’s release, I saw Green Day live at the Denver Pepsi Center. I’d been playing a tennis tournament all day, was sunburned and tired. Didn’t care though. Show time, I dressed in my black skinnies, black Vans, and black shirt; I wanted to wear a red tie just like Billie Joe, but couldn’t find one in time.

And wow, Green Day did not disappoint. They played their new album, older songs, and several covers. It was a looong set: two hours or more. I remember watching the riot of the mosh pit from high above, reveling in a great time. I remember all the emo kids my age, and the Gen Xers who’d known Green Day from their early days. Just as the release of the album heralded summer break, that concert ushered in my final year of high school. The timing of that album could not have been more perfect. Green Day, thank you for the wonderful music and memories.

~LMC

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Happy 30th Birthday Fuzzy

Thirty years ago today my beloved horse Flash, “Fuzzy,” was born. He was foaled in Tennessee, lived the first half of his life in Oklahoma, then lived out the rest of his years in Colorado. I knew him from 2003 till his passing in 2017. His birthday, on Cinco de Mayo, I always celebrated, by giving him plenty of treats covered in molasses. To remember my friend today, below is the transcript of a commemorative speech I gave in March 2012, for Speech Class. Reading this piece for the first time in years, everything I wrote still rings true…Miss ya Fuzzy.

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My “boyfriend” is a cute brunette with big dark eyes, is outdoorsy and enjoys running. He has been a vegetarian for all of his 23 years, has never gone to school and weighs, oh about, 1200 pounds…This “boyfriend” I talk about is my horse Flash, and today I will speak about my furry friend that I have known for nearly a decade. This horse, Fuzzy, as I also call him, deserves to be praised as he has truly been a great friend.

I first met Flash in 2003, the year I began riding him, and received full ownership of him in 2005. Right away, I knew how well behaved he was, (and still is), and he truly helped me improve my riding skills. Any excuse to be at the barn, I took. I brushed him, washed him, and gave him way too many treats, all of which I still do today. He is the best friend a girl can have, as I have told him all of my secrets and fleeting crushes, and he has never told anyone (to any humans, at least). He never talks back, which is nice, especially when I went through the awkward tween phase, to the “I just noticed boys” phase, etc. So, as you can see, having a furry companion like him is very comforting.

The first blue ribbon I ever won, the most exciting trail rides I ever experienced, are because of Flash. I love to introduce my equine pal to all my friends, and I always enjoy the look of awe they get when they first look him in the eyes. I know 100% that Flash enjoys this too as he is the most sociable, friendly pony; he is kinder than most humans, I can say. All the superficial worries I have, always melt away when I’m with him, especially when I go for a ride. If you’ve ever ridden a horse while they gallop, then you know the sense of freedom, the adrenaline rush you get as hear the rhythmic clatter of their hooves and feel the wind whip your hair back…Some of the best days of my life have been with Flash, and I’ll remember these times till the very day I die…

            Being at the barn with Flash is the essence of my childhood. I have always said, a barn is a good place to grow up. Horses teach you responsibility, make you focus and reveal what true relaxation is. They teach you to live in the moment, to live in the present. So, what better babysitter than a horse? For the next few summers that followed 2003, we rode almost three times a week, until high school really started to crunch down on my riding time. Despite that, Flash and I have maintained a bond that has never weakened. Even though I am away at college right now, I know that Fuzzy is in good hands, as my parents dote on him as if he was their other child. Plus, I know that Flash is providing the next generation of kids with his company, and is helping such youngsters familiarize themselves with equine etiquette and riding finesse. In truth, Flash has helped “raise” many kids throughout his lifetime, and I am grateful to know such a fine creature. Animals, especially horses, are a positive influence and help humans really appreciate the finer qualities in life: responsibility, humility, hard work, and best of all, friendship. So, girls, if you want a drama free guy, then hanging out with a horse is the way to go!

–LMC

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Hoka Torrent First Impression

Hoka is currently one of the fastest growing brands in run specialty. Their radical approach of maximum cushioned shoes has and continues to win over countless runners, walkers, and those just simply looking for a comfortable shoe. With plenty of models in both road and trail running, Hoka have long since proved their popularity; they are no longer just a niche brand. Originating in 2009, during the minimalist/ barefoot running trend, Hoka was polar opposite in their philosophy, their shoes providing generous stacked cushion accompanied with a meta rocker. In keeping an open mind to the “maximalist” trend, I recently acquired the Hoka Torrent trail shoe, a new trail racer for the brand.

Specs

The Torrent is a cushioned trail racing shoe with a heel to toe drop of 5mm, and a stack height of 26mm at the heel, and 21mm at the forefoot. The shoe does not have a rock plate, given this thickness and firmness of the midsole. The shoe is very lightweight, with each shoe weighing at 7.5oz for a woman’s size 8B (which I own). The outsole features multidirectional lugs to provide traction on technical terrain.

Great traction!

The midsole is comprised of Hoka’s PROFLY midsole to provide energy return and shock absorption. The upper is engineered mesh to provide breathability, while rubber overlays on the toe box provide additional protection and durability. As with the majority of trail running shoes, the Torrent is a neutral shoe (it does not address pronation.)

Running Location: Bear Creek Lake Park, Morrison, CO

Starting at 8am, I ran an out and back route on a section of the Mt. Carbon Loop, a simple single-track trail. I started from Soda Lakes parking lot just outside Morrison, then made my way east along the sidewalk and under the C-470 underpass, then hopped onto the trail. It was a brisk but sunny day, with the trail still covered in snow. As it was early in the day, the snow had not yet thawed, and was still firm: no sloppiness or mud. Overall elevation averages 5,568 ft.

Firm snow, perfect for running.

First Impression

Immediately upon trying these, the cushion is noticeably firmer than the uber popular Speedgoat trail shoe, which I own as well. I always describe the Speedgoat as a pillow beneath my foot, with the midsole having a stack height of 32mm at the heel, and 28mm at the forefoot; the shoe is very plush. The Torrent on the other hand lacks this plushness, and has a stack height several centimeters lower. For those who prefer a firmer shoe, or are intimidated by the amount of cushion and stack height in the Speedgoat and Stinson models, this new model can be an option when considering Hoka trail shoes. And whereas the Speedgoat has a true meta rocker that provides a smoother heel to toe transition, I didn’t feel much of one while running in the Torrent. I do like the feel of the rocker whenever I wear my Speedgoats, but it is not necessarily something I always want to have while running; hence, the Torrent is a nice way to vary things up.

L: Hoka Torrent, R: Hoka Speedgoat 2

Size wise, I find the Torrent runs long. Normally I wear 8.5B, but for this shoe I went with 8B, and I still have plenty of room. With trail shoes especially extra room is ideal, to avoid jamming the toes when running downhill, and to accommodate for swelling. But to be honest, even wearing my thickest wool socks, the 8B still fits just a tad bit big. But personal preference always plays a huge role in selecting and trying on shoes, so if you really like a roomy fit, Torrent fits this bill. As with most Hokas I have tried, the width of this shoe is a little wider. If you found Hoka Challenger too narrow or Hoka Stinson too wide for your liking, Torrent is a good option. Wearing the Torrent and Speedgoat side by side, I find the width to be about the same.

I ran about five miles total, the snow underfoot a crunchy, dry consistency. The lugs provided great traction and I had zero issues with sliding; I felt secure the whole run. I felt snappy in these shoes and can see how they are trail racers, with their lightness and superior grip along the ground. Regarding route technicality, the section I ran is very flat, with a small rise of a few hundred feet or so. This incline posed no trouble for the shoes as I scrambled up to take in Bear Creek Reservoir. Running back down the lugs still did their job of offering great control.

Bear Creek Reservoir, looking west. The red object in the middle of the photo is an ice fishing hut.

Regarding comfort, I like the softness of the Speedgoat but like how the stack height is lower in the Torrent. Hoka shoes are about muting the feeling of the ground underneath; a rock plate is not necessary for these shoes at all with the PROFLY midsole providing plenty of protection underfoot. I ran in the Torrent with no orthotics, and as I have higher arches, I can see myself using my Currex insoles with the shoes to further customize the fit. The Torrent’s mesh upper sits a little higher above the foot, giving a some wiggle room for the feet, while the Speedgoat upper hugs the foot more. I did not experience any heel slipping.

I am quite impressed with the Hoka Torrent. I appreciate the lower stack height and the firmer cushion is a nice break from higher cushioned Hokas. The tread performed wonderfully in the snow, so I can only assume that on dry conditions the lugs would be just as efficient on dirt and technical terrain. The sizing I find a little big, but then again that may be due to preference. If you are wanting to try a Hoka trail shoe but don’t want to commit to a greater stack height or higher cushioning level, drop by your local running store to give these shoes a try! They are ideal not just for running but can easily be used for hiking as well. The Torrent is available in various color options for both men and women, and retails at $120.

~LMC

*Disclaimer: I am in no way sponsored, paid by, or affiliated with the brands/ items mentioned in this post. I write simply to inform other runners like myself of products that may interest them.

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Run Report: 2018 Review & 2019 Goals

Yesterday I ran 10 miles, my longest run (so far) for 2019. Spring fever is very much in the air, with sunny skies and cotton ball clouds, snow still on the ground but dissipating…As with most long runs, my mind drifts to various tangents, and during yesterday’s run I mused about my 2019 running goals.

But before I explore this year’s running aspirations, I want to quickly revisit 2018, an amazing running year.

On my 2018 Goal List, I checked off “Run a Half Marathon” and “Run a Marathon.” Both races, the Dream Catcher Half and Rim Rock Marathon, took place in March and November, in Grand Junction, CO. This was fitting, as “Junction” is where I truly fell in love with running (see post Run Run Run). A college tennis player, running was a new outlet for me. I became a running fixture around campus, making loops along 12th, North, 7th, and Orchard. If you saw a girl running those streets circa 2014-15 in a red jacket and black sweats, long ponytail flying back, there is a damn good chance that was me. 🙂

The day after I ran Rim Rock Marathon, I had to go back up to the course for more pics 🙂

In June 2018 I also ran my first trail and Leadville Series race, the Leadville Heavy Half. Being a mountain girl and a history geek, the scenery and mining history of the area made this race very special. In August 2017 my Dad and I drove up and over Mosquito Pass into Leadville; it was fun to experience the same place, but this time via my own two feet.

In October, my Grand Junction buddies Jamie, Yoli, Cate and Trish, and I ran the Hot Chocolate 15k/ 5k in Denver. It was a cold morning, but once up and running (couldn’t resist the pun), the brisk temps weren’t an issue. Out of all the 2018 races, this 5k race I performed the best: 10th place overall for females, and 1st place in my age division! But best of all was the experience of running with my friends, and the hot chocolate and snacks post race. In addition to these races, I ran several smaller, community based 5ks, the Hogback Hustle and the KC Gobble Wobble.

Cowgirl runner! KC Gobble Wobble 2018. Photo courtesy C. Campbell

Yee haw! Approaching the finish. Photo courtesy C. Campbell

2019…

So what’s in store for 2019? I’ll admit I have not registered for any races yet. Since running Rim Rock back in November, I’ve backed off running some, giving my body and mind a well deserved rest. This year I’m averaging about 15-20 miles a week, in contrast to the 30ish miles a week during my marathon training. Now with spring approaching, I’m starting to ramp up the mileage and consistency.

As for running goals, I know I want to run more half and full marathons. I’m considering the Palisade Marathon in May, a road race which winds through Colorado’s wine country, right by Grand Junction. I certainly want to run trail races as well, dirt terrain being so much more forgiving on the body, and I am considering Desert Rats Trail Series in Fruita, and/or Grand Mesa Ultras in July. So many races, so little time…

Another running goal: to run on the beach in San Diego. I’ll be visiting California twice this year, so there’s a good chance of fulfilling that. I’ve run in San Diego before, which is sea level, so you have full oxygen but the summer humidity alone presents a new challenge. Add beach sand and I’ll have a completely different running experience, engaging all those micro muscles…

Regardless, I know I’ll have new running experiences this year, no matter the race, terrain, or place. As long as I’m running, I’m a happy girl. A runner’s got to run!

~LMC

Pre-race focus. Photo courtesy C. Campbell


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A Fuzzy Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2005 will forever be my favorite Valentine’s Day. But initially, it didn’t start out that well…

Twelve year old me had a horrible head cold that winter day, so I didn’t go to school. Sprawled on my bed, feeling miserable, I was surprised when my parents asked—rather insisted—that I go down to the barn with them to see Flash, the horse I was riding and taking care of.

Summer 2003

In 2003, my Mom’s tennis teammate, Joanna, owned and boarded Flash at the barn right near where I lived. I’d been visiting that barn since my earliest days, and when I was nine I started taking horse back riding lessons there. When Joanna heard that I loved horses and was an avid rider, she expressed her interest in leasing out Flash to me, as she wanted him exercised more often. My Dad and I considered this offer and decided it was the perfect deal: I’d be able to ride more outside of lessons, and gain valuable experience about caring for an equine.

Soon afterwards my Dad and I visited the barn to meet Flash for the first time. At the pasture adjacent to the barn office, we spotted him: gleaming chestnut coat, white blaze. He approached us and I gave him a treat. Looking into his soulful eyes, by far the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in a horse, I was struck by his kind demeanor and patience. Dad and I approved.

Summer 2003: First encounter

The lease agreement dictated I ride on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. On those days, I would go straight from school to the barn to tack up, ride and care for Flash. He was a patient teacher, always considerate. Together we made a great team, and it showed in the slew of first and second place ribbons we won at the local schooling shows; we dominated Advanced Western Equitation for a few summers. Flash may not have been officially “my” horse, but he certainly felt like it.

That particular Valentine’s Day, I wanted to see Flash, but I felt too wretched to go. But my parents kept pressing, so along I went. It was a sunny day, and a short walk–just 3/4 of a mile–but it felt longer, as my temples ached, and my stuffy nose throbbed. Upon approaching Flash’s pasture, I immediately saw him, wearing a bright red ribbon around his neck. How cute, was my bemused thought. We opened the gate and went inside, standing beside him as he greedily stuffed his face with hay. I stroked his neck and mane, admiring the fuzziness of his winter coat. I fed him some treats. Then my Dad handed me a red envelope addressed to me, “Leah Marie.” My parents had the biggest smiles on their faces as I opened the card, which had on its front a photo of a horse that looked like Flash.

How cute!

Inside the card read:

I chuckled, thinking again, Oh how cute. That was nice. Can I go home and sleep now? I smiled, replied, “Thank you guys, this all was very sweet.” My parents exchanged a look, then Mom resumed her gaze at me as she raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t you understand what it means? You know, ‘Be Mine’?”

I still wasn’t catching on. She paused for effect.

“Leah, ‘Be Mine,’ means that…Flash is now officially your horse.”

Valentine’s Day 2005

I nearly dropped the card onto the frozen February mud. Every cliché—jaw dropped, dumbstruck—applied to me that moment. Tears sprung to my eyes as I fully (and finally!) absorbed what I’d just heard. Flash: mine? I flung my arms around “Fuzzy” and gave him a big kiss, while exclaiming “Thank you!” a dozen times. I then gave Flash several more treats.

“Don’t just thank us. Thank Joanna,” my parents were quick to point out. They then explained that Joanna had decided to transfer ownership to us. She saw how happy Flash was with me, and vice-versa, and was assured he would be in good hands. I am forever grateful to her, and to my Mom and Dad; if it were not for their interest, support, and generosity, Flash would not have been part of my life. And that is unthinkable, now as I look back at the 15 wonderful years we had together. As I wrote in my eulogy for him, Flash is my childhood. And what a freakishly happy and fun childhood it was. A barn is a wonderful place to grow up, and horses the best mentors.

The rest of the day it was as if I had been miraculously cured of my cold. I felt so happy I was floating, a permanent smile on my face. I was already bursting to tell my friends the wonderful news. Back home, on the small dry erase board above my bed, I proclaimed in all caps:

FLASH IS NOW MINE!


He will forever be my best valentine. I love him, and I miss him. I wish he were still here. He is in my heart. Thank you Mom, Dad, and Joanna for the way you planned to reveal that news to me on none other than Valentine’s Day. Can’t be beat.

Wishing you all a Happy Valentine’s Day,

~LMC

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Prescriptivism and Descriptivism in the Technology Age: Rules v. Reality (and Vice-Versa)

In today’s world, the so-called “Technology Age” and “Information Era,” there’s no doubting the large-scale impact rapid communication and technology continues to wield on reading, writing, and spoken language. Think about it: “LOL,” “JK,” and “TY” are not only seen as acceptable in many facets and fields of communication (written or spoken), but as mainstream. Just today I heard a young woman pepper her conversation and respond with “LOL” and “JK, JK,” while talking on the phone. “Text talk” has made the leap from not just being tapped out on screens, to being spoken in everyday life.

Cringing? Being a self-professed book worm and word nerd, “text talk” sometimes rubs me the wrong way, given the context (don’t you dare use numbers as stand-ins for words in academic papers)! But that doesn’t mean I haven’t typed out texts to my BFFs (best friends forever!) in a series of letters and digits (“cant wait 2 chill w/ u! its been 4evah!”) But I digress…

The abbreviations, omitted punctuation, and substituted spelling of “Text talk” is just one key example of how technology has changed how we learn and use language itself. And with the advent of social media: BOOM! Alphabet soup (or how about stew?) indeed. But considering how many gripe about this form of communication, is “text talk” really a sign that the English language is deteriorating, as many would have us believe?

Language: Rules v. Reality

“I didn’t do nothing!”

Say this aloud and you’ll draw the attention of the “Grammar Nazis” (i.e., your parents, teachers, or even a coworker). After all, this sentence is incorrect. You can’t say a double negative in English. The two negatives cancel out one another, so the sentence really means, “I did do something!” Double negatives just don’t align with the rules of English grammar.

This is prescriptivism, the concept of how language and communication should be. In other words, there are rules to follow. Function and form are key. Break these rules, and your own form of speaking and writing is “wrong.”

     Descriptivism, however, aligns itself with how language is utilized in real, everyday life. Slang and acronyms are great examples. For instance, are you fond of saying “ain’t”? Nothing wrong with this word, as that is what you use when speaking. Descriptivists aim not so much at correcting an individual’s speech or writing, but instead observe how language is actually used. So, while the phrase “I ain’t never seen nothing,” is grammatically incorrect, viewed with the prescriptivist lens, it is a valid statement.

 Language: It’s Alive!

            Before you go all Hunger Games and feel that you’re pitted against an adversary of your language views, you must know this: language is not a fixed thing. In fact, it is a living thing. Don’t believe me? Take a look at any Shakespearean play (not the modern-day transcripts on SparkNotes). Confused and frustrated already by what you’re reading? You see, language is ever changing. What Shakespeare wrote and spoke was “normal” in his day, but to communicate in that way today? You’ll garner laughs and weird stares alike.

All languages are forever dropping and gaining new words, new phrases, and even new grammar rules. Believe it or not, once upon a time in English, double negative usage was not only acceptable, but grammatically correct. That is until Robert Lowth penned A Short Introduction to English Grammar in 1762 and decreed that, along with other grammatical rules and restrictions, such usage is incorrect.  Hmm…can’t help but wonder what Mr. Lowth would have to say about “text talk.” So, given that languages are chameleons…can one still make the claim that a language is deteriorating? Improving? Which leads to us to speculate: what is the relationship of prescriptivism and descriptivism with today’s educators? And how does technology play into this?

Language Snob or Language Slob?

The role of an educator is, obviously, to properly educate and mentor students in whatever it is they are learning. If a teacher is teaching the wrong spelling or improper grammar rules, then they are failing their duty. This is especially true when first teaching children the fundamentals of how to read and write, which in turn affects their manner of communicating: educators must establish and encourage their students as to what is sound and correct, in “doing it right.”

HOWEVER:

 Education is more than just teaching the “rules;” learning is also being exposed to the realities of how knowledge is actually used and applied in the real world. I am not advocating that “text talk” be taught in schools (chances are your kid beats me at txt tlk, lolz!), but rather that both teachers and students keep an open mind as to how language is utilized in daily life. The “correct” and “right” way(s) of communicating does not equal that there is only one correct way to communicate. Just as thousands of different languages exist, different variants within a language exist (dialects), just as individuals possesses his or her own unique way of communicating (idiolect). Then factor in how the aspects of gender, culture, age, class, etc., are reflected in spoken language and written communication, and vice versa. The long-held idea of “Standard American English” suddenly appears a bit shaky. How does my “Standard” of English sound to others’ “Standards?” Who is the Snob and who is the Slob?

So, this means..?

For educators especially, technology can be viewed as both a boon and a curse when it comes to instructing and communicating, whether with other academics or with their own students. I remember college professors (yes, you read college) scolding students to refrain from using texting abbreviations in their papers (yikes)! Spell Check can both help and hinder, for while correcting spelling and checking grammar, it is not a foolproof function. A human is always a better proofreader than any computer or machine, and heavy reliance on Spell Check sometimes leads students to neglect or miss mistakes the function has failed to mark. And with instant information, plagiarism is all too easy, as anyone can cut-copy-paste anything and claim it as theirs.

On the flip side, however, technology can certainly enhance and strengthen the learning process. Just as a person can rip off another’s work, sites such as turnitin.com, for example, check written pieces for any evidence of plagiarism. With the Information Age being as widespread as it is, there are various computer programs/ online courses tailored to specific subjects, for different students. Peers can interact and collaborate on group projects, discuss a topic for class, and just offer help for one another.

With the pluses and cons that result from where technology, communication, teaching and comprehension intersect, it is key to keep context in mind. Scholarly works call for higher register and grammatically correct writing, just as a public speech demands precise and skillfully crafted language. Occasion also affects whether you take on more of a persona of the Snob or Slob. You wouldn’t dare curse in front of others at church, and you wouldn’t talk smack to your kind grandmother.

But one needn’t be a snob around friends, as you joke with one another in a manner that is casual and lower register. One doesn’t have to be staunchly Prescriptivist or Descriptivist; both are needed. The key is finding balance. Educators may take the prescriptivism approach, especially with adolescent pupils, in establishing the groundwork in how to read, write, and communicate. But fostering creativity is also the educator’s job, and descriptivism permits this. Therefore, educators must understand when to encourage and enforce the rules, and when to both engage in and acknowledge the realities of actual language use.

In the end, we do need rules. If we did away with rules completely, and every one of us took up our own manner of speaking, it’d be the Tower of Babel all over again, communication rendered inefficient. Hardly anything would be accomplished. But a break from the rules is also needed, as variance in how language is used allows our individuality and creativity to show. Think about it: if everyone spoke and wrote the same, the world would sure be a boring place.

~LMC

*This piece originally written for and posted on Action Publishing: Educator Resources Blog, July 2016. https://www.actionagendas.com/blog/date/2016-07

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Brooks Adrenaline GTS 19 First Impression

The Adrenaline GTS is THE #1 running shoe, and has been for a long time. In fact, GTS stands for “go to shoe.” Any running aficionado or running shoe nerd is familiar with the GTS. A staple for countless runners, Brooks Adrenaline is a stability shoe, or that it is structured to help correct pronation (inward rolling of the ankles).

I am a prime candidate for a stability shoe, as I overpronate quite a bit, especially off my left ankle. Just recently I ran for the first time in the latest version of Adrenaline GTS 19. Here are the specs and my thoughts.

Modifications/ Specs

All Adrenaline up until the GTS 19 have always had a medial post, or posting. A post is a denser piece of foam on the medial, or inside corner of the shoe, just under the arch. Most stability running shoes will have a post, which is usually visible. Feel along the midsole cushioning, and if you feel a firmer block of foam along the arch, you have located the post.

Medial post in a stability shoe.
Example of a medial post

For GTS 19, Brooks eliminated the post; instead the stability structure are GuideRails, or extra foam along the foot bed frame of the shoe. In fact, the medial GuideRail is clearly labeled on the shoes, with a smaller GuideRail on the outside heel:

Medial guide rail in the Brooks Adrenaline.
Medial GuideRail
Lateral guide rail on Brooks Adrenaline.
GuideRail on the lateral side (outside heel)

The idea behind GuideRails is more about guiding, not correcting, one’s stride. Think of corralling the ankle, and going along with natural biomechanics, as most folks pronate to some degree. Essentially, Brooks is emphasizing the idea of dynamic or holistic support, in shifting the focus from “beyond the feet, to the most injury-prone part of a runner’s body: the knees. GuideRails keep you moving comfortably by keeping excess movement in check,” as the official Brooks website describes GTS 19.

Plus, I suspect Brooks removed the post to further lighten the shoe. As a general rule of thumb, stability shoes are heavier than neutral, or non-structured shoes. Anytime a shoe has denser materials, it is bound to be heavier—even clunky, depending on how structured the shoe is. By eliminating the post and opting for GuideRails, GTS 19 feels more light weight, at 9.6oz per shoe. The midsole drop, or difference in height from heel to toe, remains the same at 12mm.

This shoe contains BioMoGo DNA and DNA LOFT cushioning, which the Brooks website describes as providing a “just right softness underfoot without losing responsiveness and durability.” The shoe indeed feels especially plush and cushioned for being a support shoe.

Brooks Adrenaline GTS 19

First Impression/ Thoughts

I ran in GTS 19 for the first time while doing a group speed workout. Running outside on a concrete path, we warmed up by jogging for several minutes. Right away I noticed how light weight the shoes are; if I didn’t know any better I’d say I was running in a neutral, or unstructured, shoe. Having run in posted shoes plenty of times before, I could tell right away there were no posts under my arches. Fit wise, Brooks tend to be roomier, and wider across the toe box. Brooks can run long in their sizing, at least for my feet, so opted to go down a half size to a women’s US 8.

Size and fit wise, size 8 was perfect for me. My toes still had some wiggle room, with no “sloppiness.” After warm up, we divided the group into three teams for a relay of several meters. I’ve never considered myself a sprinter, but when it was my turn, I felt super fast in GTS 19.

“Snappy” is the word I like to apply to these shoes. Running all out several times, the shoes hugged my feet like a glove. The cushioning felt very responsive, without too much give. GTS 19 are not clunky relics from the past; they are light weight, well cushioned, and very comfortable. From my first run in them, I am well impressed. Granted, this was a short workout for me, at 3 miles; most of my runs average 7-8 miles, and I’m not running sprints. I can, and have, experienced ankle pain if I do not have enough support for longer runs. My left ankle rolls in pretty badly…But would I use GTS 19 for short runs and speed workouts? Absolutely. Longtime fans of Brooks Adrenaline will appreciate the cushioning, sleek design, and “snappiness” of the shoe. For those wanting to break away from a posted shoe, GTS 19 is a great option. If you’re concerned that GuideRails are not sufficient support, I would strongly suggest putting an orthotic or insert in the shoes for added stability. That way, you still get to enjoy the cushion and energy response from this shoe.

Brooks Adrenaline GTS 19 is available in several colors in both men’s and women’s, and retails at $130.

~LMC

*Disclaimer: I am in no way sponsored, paid by, or affiliated with the brands/ items reviewed in this post. I write simply to inform other runners like myself of products that may interest them.

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Book Review: GHOST TOWN: Seven Ghostly Stories by Joan Lowery Nixon

A prolific writer of children’s literature, the late Joan Lowery Nixon presents several spooky tales in Ghost Town: Seven Ghostly Tales. Aimed at readers ages 8-12, the book provides a brief introduction regarding the history and allure of the countless abandoned towns scattered throughout the American West. Nixon explains how thriving areas that were established and populated by gold miners, cowboys, outlaws and other colorful characters, are now places that show scant evidence they even existed. The gold, silver, and other industries that drove many of these towns have long since fizzled, and the residents have moved elsewhere.

Yet these “ghosts” of towns are a tangible link to the past, “where visitors can catch a glimpse of Western life in the 1800s.” The seven stories each take place in a real ghost town, ranging from the famed, now very “touristy” Tombstone, Arizona; the former military Fort Griffin in Texas; to the now obscure abandoned mining town of Maiden, Montana.

Each story, told in third person, is brief and presents a juvenile character or several who experience supernatural phenomena of some sort: ghosts, apparitions, cursed objects, etc. Being a children’s book, the stories are devoid of anything graphic, and truly are not “scary” or “frightening.” Rather, Nixon utilizes suspense, dread, mystery, and a sense of creepiness for this particular work, while highlighting the history, landmarks, and historic figures of each town. The end result is a book with thought provoking tales, sure to engage children’s curiosity about how and where people lived in the Old West. Accompanying the end of each tale, Nixon provides a further description of each town’s history, and provides directions to each location.

For those hungry for more information, she also includes several websites and book recommendations for each “ghost.” As this book was published in 2000, it is possible that several of these sites and books are outdated in their information, or are no longer available. Nixon concludes the book with a section on ghost town etiquette and safety: look but don’t touch, and obey all no trespassing signs or boarded up areas. For children (and adults like me) who love history, especially the Old West, Ghost Town is a delightful and suspenseful read, while providing readers a nice dose of historical facts and actual places. My only critique? This book should have included a ghostly tale in Colorado 😉 I’m thinking Tin Cup, with its sectioned graveyards assigned to several knolls in the forest…But I’m willing to overlook this omission. 🙂

~LMC

Ghost Town: Seven Ghostly Stories by Joan Lowery Nixon, Delacorte Press, 2000, 149 pages

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Book Review: THE RUNNING DREAM by Wendelin Van Draanen

“I am a runner. That’s what I do. That’s who I am. Running is all I know, or want, or care about.” -Jessica, protagonist of The Running Dream

Being a runner, it’s only appropriate that I read this book. And wow. I was not disappointed.

Told in first person by sixteen year old Jessica, The Running Dream begins with the talented high school track star in the hospital. The survivor of a brutal school bus accident, Jessica is lucky to be alive: one of her teammates is not so fortunate, having died at the scene. But Jess desperately wishes she could trade places with her fallen teammate,  now that she is a “BK amputee:” Jessica’s right leg from the knee down had to be amputated, due to damaged sustained from the horrid event.

Along with battling the physical agony of phantom pains, Jessica’s mentality, her very being, is shattered. Convinced she’ll never be able to run again, much less walk, Jess is in denial that her life will ever improve. Once home, she physically struggles to adjust to functioning with a missing limb: tasks once never given a thought to, such as going up the stairs, stepping into the shower, feel like monumental obstacles. The talented athlete must now rely on others to help her.

Jessica’s long, arduous process of recovery is made real; Van Draanen has obviously done her research regarding amputees, prosthetics, physical therapy, etc. Readers easily sympathize with Jessica as she attends physical therapy and gets fitted for a prosthetic: “I have to learn how to clean it […] Learn to massage it and desensitize it […] Learn not to vomit at the sight of it.” For Jessica, life might as well be over. Knowing she’ll never be the same, physically, she feels like a freak. An outsider. Returning to school as she now is seems impossible. Cruel even.

But perspective comes into play. The novel excels not just in describing Jessica’s mental and physical anguish, but also in regarding how the accident and Jessica’s condition affect others. Seething in depression and loathing, she comes to grips with reality when she overhears her parents discussing mounting medical bills. Terrified of financial crisis, Jessica begins to panic, but her track team, and eventually the whole community, step up to help fundraise and alleviate the financial burden.

But the novel is more than about receiving support from others: it is a story of outreach, inclusion, and positive perspective. Via the emotional support of her team and track coach, Jessica discovers how other amputees can and are able to run again with the use of specialized prosthetics. The cost alone for such a piece is daunting, but once again Jessica’s team, school and community help make Jessica’s “running dream” a reality.

As she adapts to walking and eventually running with her new leg, so too does her mentality adjust: for the better. Struggling to catch up on missed assignments, Jessica strikes a friendship with Rosa, a girl she has overlooked up until now. Assigned to sit next to each other in math class, Rosa reaches out to Jessica via written notes, making her feel less alone. Jessica quickly learns that Rosa was born with cerebral palsy, and has been in a wheelchair her whole life. As Rosa congratulates her on soon receiving her new leg, Jessica realizes “that I am lucky” and “that I will stand on my own again.”

Grateful to Rosa for not only helping her with math homework, but with her perspective on life, Jessica crafts an ambitious plan to make one of Rosa’s wishes come true: to understand the sensation of what it is to run. So she begins training for the local River Run, a 10 mile event. Planning to push Rosa in her wheelchair for the whole course, Jessica remains undaunted in her goal: in that people will see Rosa, and “not her condition.” What follows is by far of the most uplifting moments not just within the book, but one of the most soul sustaining moments I have read in a long while.

This is a book anyone can appreciate. Van Draanen drives home the point that while you cannot control everything that happens to you in life, you can determine your reaction, your outlook. This book is not about tragedy, but of triumph. For those readers who ran or run track, you’ll more than appreciate Jessica’s description of pushing through “rigor mortis bend,” the “place in the 400-meter race where every cell of your body locks up;” of grinding through the pain and struggle, to the finish line.

~LMC 

The Running Dream by Wendelin Van Draanen, Ember, 2011, 332 pages