Thursday, September 28, 2017

Launching into the season

This has been a dreary week. Just a few days after we returned from Europe and I complained about 90-degree heat and red-flag fire conditions, a whole bunch of clouds moved in. It's been 40 degrees and drizzling/fog-raining/heavily raining ever since. I don't really mind. The clearer and cooler the air, the healthier and faster I become. Thanks to bone-chilling weather, my transition from living at 1,000-3,000 feet back to 7,200 feet happened almost flawlessly.

My Achilles stopped hurting much faster than expected (not really tendonitis; I suppose I should be grateful.) As soon as the weather moved in, I was off my bike and back on foot. Although I've missed bikes, there's really nothing worse than cycling when it's 40 degrees and raining. I endured this almost continuously for five years in Juneau. Now I'm over it for life.

Running has been going so well. A couple of tentative jogs helped loosen creaky over-hiked joints, and then I was loping along faster and more relaxed than the weeks before we left for Europe. After one or two hours I'd come home so drenched that I'd have to remove all of my clothing in the entryway to avoid dripping on the floor. This would come as a slight surprise; I hadn't even noticed the wet and cold because I felt so strong. It was liberating.

By Wednesday, the fog had been hanging low for five days, and my motivation was beginning to wane. Staring into thick gray soup gets old. I bribed myself into running by downloading new mp3s, which always boosts my mood. (If I wasn't one of those runners loping through the woods with an iPod, I'd be one of those adults sprawled on a couch and listening to vinyl on a turntable. I enjoy music for its own sake, but the experience is enhanced by outdoor scenery and motion. I never feel unaware of my surroundings. I'm not surprised by others on the trail. It is possible to keep volume low enough to also hear what's going on around you.)

Anyway, I was a half mile into this run when I realized I forgot trekking poles, which shook my confidence. I was heading into a favorite run-hike route, involving a rocky descent into Bear Canyon and a grunt up Fern Canyon, which gains 1,800 feet in 0.8 miles on a veritable staircase of rocks — steep enough that the women's course record (in Boulder, "the fittest city in the U.S.") amounts to a 29-minute-mile. So it's a tough route and I've become fiercely dependent on my crutches, which help improve balance and shift some of the workload off of my wobbly left leg. (Should I explain why I believe my left leg is wobbly? Well, when I was 19, I most likely broke my ankle after falling down a flight of concrete stairs and dropping a (rather large 1990s) television. I never had it checked, but it's more or less permanently swollen, unstable and susceptible to rolling. In 2014 I tore the lateral collateral ligament in my left knee, and the resulting scar tissue also affects stability. Okay, no more long asides.)

Along the trail were hints of autumn color, dripping with a wintry gray. I was listening to Tori Amos's new album, which is beautifully ethereal, when I commenced crawling up Fern Canyon. The fog was so thick that even the nearest rocks and trees were a soft blur. Behind the quiet purr of music was an encompassing silence. Without my trusty crutches I felt like I was oozing up the canyon, cold fingers gripped on rocks and roots, whatever they could find for support. I was in a tranquil mood and my breathing reflected this, so everything about this effort felt slow. And yet I later learned I'd set on new PR, by two minutes, on a route where I've pushed the pace on at least two dozen times. The effortless PRs always signal bouts of renewed fitness. How long will it last? I don't know, but I can hold out hope for permanence.

My next big goal is the 350-mile version of the Iditarod Trail Invitational, which I want to do on foot. The last time I put in a big on-foot effort was this same course in 2014. In four years I've only been able to finish one 100-miler, and have only gained more reasons to distrust my body and health. For that reason, I *really* want to do well in the ITI350. I want to feel stronger, and possibly move faster (conditions willing) than I did in a year when the trail was relatively good, and I was probably as fit and I've been before or since.

It's a tall order. My health isn't what it was in 2014. Sure, I've had a couple of good months recently. But what happens when I go back to feeling the way I did in June or July? Or worse, last winter, when I was training too hard through malaise and desperation, for a race I couldn't even start because I really was quite sick?

All of this is to say that I'm not really sure how to launch this bout of winter training. I've conditioned myself to feel grateful for whatever my body's willing to give, whether it's effortless PRs, 9,000 feet of climbing in the Alps, or a one-hour jog that doesn't leave me feeling like there's a plastic bag tied around my neck and face. Or even if I do feel that way, at least I can still jog. I'm grateful for that. But this does leave a lot of uncertainty about committing to the usual specifics of training. I suppose I'll continue to play it by ear, and hope that this positive pattern continues.

I didn't have any more pictures, so I'm posting a cute marmot that Beat photographed on James Peak a couple of months ago
Now that another European mountain bender is over and Beat and I are settling into an autumn routine, I've made attempts to return to writing. Ultimately I'm not thrilled with any of my current projects. I want to find something new, boundary-pushing perhaps, but I'm sputtering.

My friend and previous co-author Tim has been pushing hard for a potential research project on the "IT" factor for success in endurance sports. He's even sparked the interest of several behavioral scientists. I'm eager to be a journalist/observer in this project, but I don't feel comfortable taking charge in scientific research or bold declarations for "secrets of success." Take a look at my track record, and it's clear I do not have these secrets. I also have a chronic autoimmune disease that I largely blame on stubbornly refusing to quit a race until I had pneumonia, so I believe that our own conceptions of "success" can be critically misguided. Perhaps these reservations will add some depth to the project, and I hope to take part in any way I can.

I am still dabbling with subjects outside the scope of endurance racing. Biographies and historical narratives. Again, lack of confidence casts a large shadow. Social media exposes me to biographers and journalists tackling subjects that I'm interested in, with so much depth, and often without compensation. There's often no return for these efforts. Recently I put many dozens of hours of work into a compelling biography that ultimately didn't pan out, which is always a risk when you're working with others.

At the same time, I never lament all this time that I "wasted." I've been lucky to have the freedom to pursue projects that bring knowledge and fulfillment. Almost more than food, I crave an outlet for creative energy — whether cycling or running through interesting places, taking photographs, listening to music, or writing. I'm still amused when I manage to make a few bucks in the midst of these pursuits. I recently crunched some numbers and realized that I've reached a milestone, surpassing six figures in eBook royalties since I released "Be Brave" in August 2011. Spread over six years, it's not a lot. But it's staggering when I think in terms of physical value. It's just content, in a world inundated with more content than it can ever digest. Sometimes I feel silly adding to this glut, in the same way I feel silly riding my bicycle away from home and returning, again and again, accomplishing what? Then again, what do most people accomplish each day? We meet our basic survival needs and establish relationships to contribute to a larger community. Beyond that, meaning and fulfillment are largely what we believe them to be.

All of this is my typical long-winded way of appreciating those who enable my addiction to creative expression, whether you're a 12-year reader of this blog who has never left a comment, or someone who purchased all of my books in the more lucrative paperback form. I'm closing in on a year since the release of "Into the North Wind," which has been disappointing in terms of eBook sales (and an important reminder to branch out from this incredibly niche genre.) Yet, it many ways, it was my most fulfilling project, both in terms of the quality of the adventure that served as the subject, and the cathartic process of documenting the experience and preserving it for a vaguely distant future (at least until all of the digital remnants and paper decay, which happens a lot sooner than we'd like to believe. Okay. Last aside.)

Until then, less time basking in 280 characters in Twitter, and more time training and writing. And perhaps marketing, too. "Into the North Wind" is still available! ...



15 comments:

  1. I've been reading your blog for years and own all of your books (a couple in paperback, a couple on ebook). I hope you are able to pursue whatever project you are inspired by - I will be here to read about it!

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    1. Thank you! The base of blog readers really helped me branch out early on. I appreciate your support.

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  2. Ugh..publishing. I have been incredibly uninspired to promote my latest book. I want it to do well but I'm just kind of over the marketing. Six figures...that's pretty amazing, really. I am in the threes. Ha ha.

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    1. Book self-promotion isn't too bad. You just have swallow all of your shame and pride. ;)

      I hope the launch of your new book is going well. I read it months ago but feel like going back to it again, now that we've made it through another fire season in Colorado (hopefully) and I can do so with a little less anxiety. Really enjoyed it! I sent a short review to your publisher, but it may have been too late for inclusion in the promotional materials.

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  3. 10 year reader here. I was just telling my 14 year old daughter about your blog the other night as she was expressing some desire to start one of her own.

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    1. That would be fantastic. We need a younger generation to take up blogging before it dies entirely.

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  4. Jill, does this mean the Ann Trason project didn't work out? Bummer as I was looking forward to that one.

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    1. Indefinite hiatus, yes. I'll never say never on this project, but it would take a level of single-minded commitment and presence that I can't contribute right now. Living a thousand miles away is a big part of the issue.

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  5. The weather this week led a lot of us to introspection. I've read your blog for a long time, and I've loved all of your books. I'm surprised by the "into the north wind" not doing as well as you wanted. I really loved it.

    In this week of introspection, I asked myself about a dozen times if it was time for me to start writing a book. It's a daunting thing to start. I'm a former academic scientist so I'm used to writing scientific paper length pieces. Anyway, I understand why you have pondered your next projects so much this week. I have too. Ultimately, it's easier to keep having new experiences rather than writing :)

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    1. I very much agree. I'd love to read a book from you. I hope it happens.

      I also hope your back is feeling better. I'm impressed you're still getting out in the terrible weather while in pain. Of course I also understand.

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  6. There might be a market for a memoir/guidebook to hiking in the Alps, you know for those of us without your Swiss connections who would love to visit that area.
    Glad you are feeling better too and still getting out there.

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    1. Beat could write a great book about on-foot explorations around Mont Blanc. His of course would be peppered with explicatives.

      Although still within the endurance racing genre that I'm hoping to escape, I think I could write a compelling book about all of my Alpine failures. But this would only be a good book if I could end it with a success. So ... better get on that. ;-)

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  7. Regarding the "success" in endurance racing, it seems that there is a difference between short and long term results. I think I saw you turning onto 119 from sugarloaf the other day? Strangely enough, I saw two other popular endurance athletes around town that day. Boulder is such an odd place.

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    1. Did the person look really wet and cold? Gray pullover and soggy blue mittens? If so, it probably was me.

      The discussion between Tim and the scientists does revolve around specifics of an event ... distance, altitude, placement, etc., and what factors should be the focus. Personally, I find the definition of success to be deeply nuanced. I go on about my Alpine failures, but in a way I view these efforts as more "successful" than many events that I have finished. When I go way out on a limb and explore my edges, I derive the most satisfaction, even if the numbers themselves come up short.

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