Posted by: julianneruns | April 16, 2015

How to have a great long weekend running in Sonoma wine country

Sunrise in Sonoma

Step one:

Rent a place off AirBnB at a private vineyard. How many times in your life will you be able to stay at someone’s private wine heaven?

Step two:

Stop by the Windsor Tasting Room in downtown Healdsburg for wine tasting. Talk to Paul. He pours wine, has silver (by choice, not age) hair that stands up 6 inches on his head (also by choice), and recently lost 50 pounds.

Step three:

Head over to the Healdsburg Running Company (HRC). Talk to James or any of the people who work there. They will welcome you, offer you a beer or wine, and ask you to just hang out. It’s that kind of store.  They will also invite you to join their group run on Saturday.

Step four:

Join the 8AM Saturday group run with the HRC. We did it and got to trail test the Montrail FluidFlext ST for 4 hours! Which we loved. And then bought.

Step five:

Head over to the South Lake Trailhead of Lake Sonoma. We did an 18 mile out and back. It was pretty, lots of ups and downs, and very hard to get lost. Bring plenty of water as there is no place to refill (at least for the first 9 miles).

Step six:

Enjoy dinner at Scopa. Unless you made reservations, you need to get there about 20 minutes before they open if you want a seat. They only have 6 seats at the bar for people not on the list and it’s first come first serve.  If you are a vegetarian, order the Pizza Bianca. You’re welcome.

Step seven:

Wake up leisurely on Sunday morning and run through the small private vineyards that are all around you. We did a lovely, lazy 10 miler. 5-miles into Healdsburg. Stop for coffee and baked deliciousness. Sit at the park. Run 5-miles back to our vineyard home.

Step eight:

Make sure you visit at least one of the big famous wineries. We almost forgot! We went to Coppola before heading home, which was sort of surreal but it ended up having our favorite wine of the trip and we bought three bottles.


Meeting the HRC for a group run on Saturday

Meeting the HRC for a group run on Saturday

Running Lake Sonoma. You can just make out Scott in the top left.

Running Lake Sonoma. You can just make out Scott in the top left.

The lake is so low but still peaceful. Made us think of a bayou because of the color.

The lake is so low but still peaceful. Made us think of a bayou because of the color.

Our home for the weekend. Pony Ranch Vineyards, Dry Creek Valley, Healdsburg

Our home for the weekend. Pony Ranch Vineyards, Dry Creek Valley, Healdsburg

Sunday morning winery run. So many choices!

Sunday morning winery run. So many choices!

Views along our winery run

Views along our winery run

We stopped at mile 5 for coffee, pastries, and sitting in the park

We stopped at mile 5 for coffee, pastries, and sitting in the park

A few more minutes of peace and wine at Coppola before heading home

A few more minutes of peace and wine at Coppola before heading home

Posted by: julianneruns | August 22, 2014

Eastern States 100 – I will be coming back next year

It never occurred to me that I wouldn’t finish. Ever. 

But that’s exactly what happened 23 hours 66.7 miles after I started running the first annual Eastern States 100, which took place August 15-16 in central Pennsylvania.

It’s so disappointing. Depressing even.  I came home today and unpacked.  Looked at the training plan on my frig. The giant course map on my wall. Six months of hard core work. Over 1500 miles of running and more than 125,000 feet of climbing. Airplane tickets, hotel rooms, rental cars.  And I dropped. Argh!

The course was beautiful, in places you would say magical. But also extremely technical. Like nothing we have out here in California.  I don’t think I can describe it but I’ll try.

Picture rocks, rocks, and more rocks, of all shapes and sizes. Big ones, small ones. Rocks that make you fall. Rocks that break your toes.  Then place those rocks on the steepest longest mother f-er of a decline you can picture. Say over 1000′ feet in about a mile. Then take the trail on that decline with those rocks and make it about 12-24 inches wide. Next, turn that course on an angle so that your legs are jacked up. Now run for 100 miles. That’s Eastern States 100.

Oh wait. That’s not all.  You need to run up. A lot. On hard-as-nails technical inclines.  Fortunately, I was ready for those. I had spent almost every weekend running steep hills for hours on end to prepare. Between those horrible, no good, very bad, technical stretches were breathtaking stretches or rolling meadows, old farm houses, and forest.

Connecting all of that were world class aid stations with the best volunteers I have ever seen in ultrarunning.  Every aid station was filled with sounds of, “Here comes a runner!  Runner. You. Are. Awesome. What can we get you?  We are here to get you fueled up, rested and back on that course.  You, runner, are amazing.”   The aid stations had fire pits at night, bacon and eggs in the morning, soup, pancakes, and all the food and drink you can imagine.  Simply incredible.  Because the course was so tough, even the close aid stations took runners hours to reach and the excitement, warmth, love, and help at each one really did make a world of difference.

The medical crew was also great.  They told us at the pre-briefing that they would check in on us but wouldn’t be obnoxious about it. Their goal was to make sure we were safe, not to pull us from the course.  They did just that. I had medical check on me at every aid station after the 50K mark, and they were terrific. Professional, quick, not intrusive. I felt safe in their hands, and I think that’s the point.

The race is put on by Craig Fleming, a well respected local RD who has the perspective that it’s all about the 200 runners who toe the line.  His #1 goal — really his only goal — is to help those runners get from aid station to aid station to the finish. He has a no nonsense approach.  He is a trail runner putting on a trail race for other trail runners.  This attitude permeates the event and I think the runners really appreciate the environment he has managed to create. 

Craig and his team spent hundreds of hours clearing the trails. They were in amazing shape.  They also took a lot of care in marking the course. I don’t know a single person who got lost or even wandered off trail, which is saying something because these trails are deep in the woods and often cover creeks and boulder areas.

What happened to me is simple. The trail beat me.  At 23 hours I wasn’t tired. My legs weren’t sore. My mind was sharp. My sense of humor in tact.  All my training paying off in spades.  But my knee struggled with the technical nature of the trails — the one thing I couldn’t really prepare for — combined with the massively steep down hills.  I believe I tweaked my right knee in the very beginning while I tried to figure out how to run or even power hike on the worst sections. Early on, I found myself in a pack of runners far more experienced.  I tried to stick with them, thinking I could do it.  I slipped. I stumbled. I tripped.  I finally pulled over, let them pass, and slowed way down to figure out what the Hell I was doing.  

I was really strong for a long while and enjoying myself to no end.  Scott (my boyfriend, crew chief and pacer) GoPro’d me at every aid station he could and I was in great spirits, smile on my face, having a ball.  However, at each aid station you hear me say, “My leg is hurting a bit.  Can you give me the BioFreeze?”  

I pulled out of Halfway House, mile 51, in 7th place with a big smile on my face.  I had made it through the worst of the climbs and it was now dark, which I really enjoy.  But between 51 and 61, I fell apart. There were two huge down hills.  The second made me stop cold. Every step caused a massive stabbing pain on the inside of my right knee. By mile 60, I couldn’t even run the flats.

This is the part, mile 51-61, that I will remember the most. Not because of the pain but because of the other runners.  It’s one of the joys of the sport we all love so much. A runner came up behind me.  I offered to get out of his way. He replied, “I don’t care how slow you are. I just want company.”  We stuck together through a massive rock-filled climb on a shallow trail, and the subsequent killer down.  We talked about the course and enjoyed the night sky.  We stopped to check on another runner sitting on the side of the trail.  We asked if he was OK.  He was. He just decided he was not going to climb any more. We understood and we laughed, but not too hard.

I came into Slate Run at 60.9 (1:00AM), mentally feeling solid, physically feeling strong.  But then there was my knee, which was piercing with pain.  I was shaking and my eyes were tearing up with frustration. I found Scott and Jen (my friend, pacer, and a member of the race committee) and told them I thought I was done.  I couldn’t run.  They were in shock.

Scott worked on my knee for 20 minutes.  He taped it up like a professional. Everything felt better, except for a very specific spot on the inside that hurt like Hell every time he touched it.  I was afraid I was going to ruin it for good. He checked with medical, first asking them if I could be causing long term damage, and then convincing them I could push on since I had given birth to two kids at once. I could endure pain.

I really didn’t want to go out on my leg any more. I also didn’t want to quit. I didn’t want to disappoint myself or Scott or anyone else. So with my reinforcements supporting me, I gave Scott a kiss, got Jen and we took off.  

Sadly, the race was over. It took Jen and I 2.5 hours to go 5 miles. Yup. And I still had 33 miles to go. So at the next aid station we called it a night (4:00AM).  Surprisingly, we had a ball those 5 miles.  OMG. Jen was so funny.  It was sooooo refreshing to be talking to someone after basically running 60 miles alone.  We both knew almost immediately I couldn’t make it out of the next aid station. Once we realized that it was over, we just took our time through the “ALGERINE WILDS!!!” <insert spooky voice and scary music>. It was the most fun I had all day (night).

I think it was the right decision, but I really don’t know. I couldn’t walk for a solid day.  Took about 48 hours to be able to bend the knee.  But today, one week later, it’s fine.  We followed the RICE method and it seems 99%. We even went to TRX tonight.  So is it OK because I stopped when I did or is it OK because it wasn’t as bad as I thought.  I think it’s because I stopped and took care of it vs. running (walking) another 14 hours. I hope so. I hope I did the right thing. 

We took a little video just about 8 hours after dropping. Click on the image to watch.

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My plan is to come back next year and try again.  I can’t say how much I loved it.  World class event.  Amazing beauty. Scott is all for it, which is important.  I’m not sure I’d want to do these crazy adventures without him.  We were going to retire, but now we aren’t. We are already working on the training plan. Lots and lots and lots of downs.

Congratulations to the Eastern States 100 team.  You put on an amazing event.  Simply best in class.  Can’t wait to come back and try again.


Start and Finish area. Just beautiful.


I lost count of our creek crossings. There were a ton, but they all felt really good on the legs, which were battled and bruised from the rocks.


There was a great section of rolling and flats, I think between 30-40 (maybe 40-50). It was gorgeous and a nice break from all the ups, downs and technical terrain.


Typical forest setting. Most of the run took place in trees like this. This tame section of trail was short lived.

One of the many farm houses we ran across on the trail. Literally out in the middle of nowhere.

One of the many farm houses we ran across on the trail. Literally out in the middle of nowhere.


This was my favorite part. Like an emerald forest. There was a lot of climbing, but it wasn’t too horribly steep so you had a chance to run along moss covered rocks and through the fog. It was awesome. I believe this was somewhere within the first 20 miles or so.


We ran through a LOT of trail like this. Yes, this is the trail. It stayed like this on the ups and the downs. Good times.


We ran across impressive bridges large and small, adding lovely and peaceful moments of solitude.


Action shot right after we started.


Me and Scott, a few minutes before we started. Having him crew for me was amazing. He couldn’t have been more supportive or helpful. The perfect crew chief, doctor, nutritionists, cheerleader, and partner. I am thankful for this man every day.

I'm not really sure which aid station this is. I think Happy Dutchman, mile 30.6.

I’m not really sure which aid station this is. I think Happy Dutchman, mile 30.6.

Low key but spirited finish line.  We went and cheered on the people crossing from about 32:30-33:30.  The finishers received belt buckles and fabulous jackets. They were so nice that I was more bummed about the jacket than the buckle.

Low key but spirited finish line. We went and cheered on the people crossing from about 32:30-33:30. The finishers received belt buckles and fabulous jackets.

Winners' awards! So cool! Representing all the logging that has historically been done in these forests. Not sure how you'd get that on the plane home.

Winners’ awards! So cool! Representing all the logging that has historically been done in these forests. Not sure how you’d get that on the plane home.


Great schwag! Thank you ES100 team!


I have my nutrition plan dialed in. The only time my nutrition doesn’t work is when I try new things. Every drop bag and my crew car had Ensure, Perpetuem, a Cliff Bar, Chomps or ShotBlocks, salt, and Tylenol. At each station I swapped what I had used for what I needed. Totally organized. Totally worked.

Happy Julianne at 4:45AM ready to start.

Happy Julianne at 4:45AM Saturday ready to start.

Sad Julianne about 12 hours after dropping.

Sad Julianne after dropping, about 4:45PM on Sunday.


Thank you, ES100. We will be back in 2015.

Posted by: julianneruns | August 3, 2014

Getting Real. ES100 in 13 days.

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Posted by: julianneruns | July 23, 2014

Tahoe Rim Trail 50M 2014

Ultra running is like childbirth. You prepare for months. When you’re in the middle of it you think it’s painful and never to be done again. But as soon as it’s over, you only remember the good. You start to think maybe there will be a next time.

The 2014 Tahoe Rim Trail 50-miler had everything. Beautiful views. Best in the business aid stations. Climbs. Rocks. Altitude. Altitude sickness. Thunder and lightening.

We did remarkably well and not so great.

On the remarkably well side, neither of us really got tired. In fact, our legs were fine all the way until the end. We enjoyed ourselves. Took photos. Appreciated the views. Talked to the volunteers. Chatted with other runners. Plowed through the thunder and lightening. It was quite a remarkable day.

On the not so great side, I got sick. For about 30 miles. Which sucked. It’s never happened to me before. But this time I was hit with altitude sickness. It was like being car sick while running. Often, I couldn’t run at all. I wanted to just throw up.

I vowed never to run there again. I gave thanks for picking Eastern States 100 (at sea level) over Leadville (at high altitude). For about five minutes, I thought about dropping out.  I think we lost about an hour because of my stomach.

But now, a few days later, it’s all good. I think I’ll probably do it again.

More importantly, I got to run the whole thing with Scott. It was his first 50-miler. And he was amazing. Such a strong runner. Such a great partner. I felt badly that I held him back. That he had to take care of me and not the other way around. He ran behind me, otherwise he would have inadvertently left without me.

After 14 hours and change, we crossed that finish line together. 1000 miles of training that traversed over 100,000 ft of climbing. We did it all together. Beginning to end.

So our time wasn’t great (half hour off what I did last time) but it wasn’t horrible. We were middle of the pack. And like Luis Escobar says, “It’s ultra running. Nobody cares about your time.”

Two days later Scott sent me a link to another 50M. Like childbirth, we’ve forgotten the bad and are only thinking about the good.


Checking in the day before. It’s getting real.


Bags dropped…


Everything’s ready…


3:30AM wake up call. Getting everything ready before we hit the bus to the start line.


We found our great friend and incredible runner, Kim Moyano, at the start. Kim can’t stay away from a start line, even if she isn’t running.


Thinking about what’s to come. About 20 minutes before 6:00AM start.


Start of the 50-miler. Photo courtesy of the Tahoe Rim Trail team.


Passing Marlett Lake.


Made it to Hobart Aid Station. It had a circus theme, complete with a bar, bacon, and clowns.


Volunteers making the runners breakfast at Hobart Aid Station. Mile 6.3.


Why not?


About mile 9 I think. Lake Tahoe is the big one in the background.



Made it to the lowest point on the course, the Red House, about 6000′ in elevation. Everywhere we go we try to take photos of Scott with a dog. It’s just a thing we do.


Hustle and bustle of Tunnel Creek Aid Station. We hit this one 3 times. They call it “The City of Tunnel Creek” because of all the non-stop activity.


That’s a good team right there.


We saw views like this all day. It’s the most beautiful run I’ve ever done.


Starting the infamous Diamond Peak climb. It’s a black diamond ski run that we have to climb up. It takes 1 hour to go 2 miles. Runners go about 50 feet and then stop to catch their breath. Many just sit on the side of the trail for this one.


Scott making his way up Diamond Peak. He’s getting close to the top.




I don’t really know where this is on the course. I just like the photo.


That’s a wrap! Photo courtesy of Tahoe Rim Trail team.

And scene!

And scene!



This is my back the next day. All the abrasions are from my Perpetuem solids! It never occurred to me that over 14 hours of carrying those small nuggets of solid nutrition in my pack would beat up my back so much. Lesson learned. Better to realize it now than during the 100 miler.





Posted by: julianneruns | June 1, 2014

It’s the journey…

Felt like blogging for the first time in over two years.  I am halfway through training for the Eastern States 100 and about 9 weeks from the Tahoe Rim 50M.  And it occurred to me over the weekend that part of why I like ultrarunning is because of the journey it takes us on.  ES100.  TRT50M.  These are journeys in and of themselves, but regardless of how I do, it doesn’t take away from all the experiences I have had.

And each experience is a moment in and of itself to savor and enjoy, for better or for worse.  Sort of like life.  No real destination. You don’t just stop and say, “OK, I did it. I’m done now.” You keep going.  I had not really thought about this until the other day.  Now I feel all zen-master like.

Over the past three months our training has taken us 578 miles and we’ve climbed over 72,600 feet. Bloody Hell. 72,600 feet of climbs!

We ran the 20 mile out an back to Sykes Hot Springs in Big Sur.  It’s uphill both ways with some minor bouldering to get to the Springs.  You sit and soak for a while.  Relax.  Chat with the camping peeps and then wind your way back up and out.

We ran Big Basin in Santa Cruz with our friend Kevin.  A beautiful run through some amazing waterfalls.

We ran the QuickSilver 50K, significantly beating our target goal times, making us feel like badasses, and giving us the chance to run with our friends Carrie and Kim.

We paced our friend Kevin at the Born to Run 100-miler.  What we learned is pacing is harder than you’d think. Note to self, when you are at mile 80-100 in a 100 mile race you are going really slowly. Like 18 minute miles.  You think you are cruising along.  You aren’t.  You think you are eating.  You aren’t.  You think you won’t finish.  But you will.  Also, your pacer really hopes you all hurry up.

We discovered new trails at our standby, Harvey Bear, and got lost (and found) every time we’ve run Mt Madonna.

We have been amazed at the miles we are logging, the food we are consuming, and the sleep we require.

And we are at the point in training where all we do is eat, sleep and think about running.  It’s a wonder we can hold it together at work and that my kids don’t just roll their eyes at me 24/7.  They actually told me just the other day that they are no longer impressed with anything under 50 miles.  Ha ha.

I know we will do well at Tahoe Rim, but who knows at Eastern States. It’s going to be hot and humid, and very technical.  But the not knowing is part of the journey.


Running on the trails to Big Sykes hot springs


Scott enjoying the Hot Springs before we head back for another 10 miles


Beautiful Creek along the Hot Springs


Waterfalls at Big Basin, Santa Cruz


Flowing beauty of Big Basin, Santa Cruz


Start of the QuickSilver 50K in San Jose with our friends Carrie and Kim


Having more fun than our runner, Kevin, at BTR100


Crewing for Kevin at BTR100. About mile 60.


Our beloved friend right after he finished his first 100 Miler.


Our neighborhood trail system at Harvey Bear in San Martin


Getting it done at Mt Madonna


All these adventures make happy runners and happier people


Posted by: julianneruns | February 19, 2012

Race Report: Rocky Raccoon 100 (Thunder, Rain, Mud, and Dogs)

Start Line - Kevin, JW and Kim

We woke up to POURING rain.  Not just rain, but sheets and sheets and sheets of rain. It was 4:00AM, two hours before go-time.

The day before, at the pre-race meeting, we watched the clouds roll in and heard the distant thunder.  It rained briefly while we ate dinner at the local Chilis, but then it stopped.  The skies cleared and we all exhaled.  But our sighs of relief were premature.

The rain proved a major factor in the 2012 Rocky Raccoon 100-miler, the first attempt for Team 100 – me, Kevin and Kim.  The mud was ankle deep and we calculated that it covered about 10% of the course, adding at least a good hour, probably more, to everyone’s time.  It also caused a huge drop rate for the event.  Only about 50% of the people who started ended up finishing.  Blisters and raw feet simply became unbearable for many.  The course was also rich with roots that tripped us constantly.  All three of us have extremely black and blue toe nails as a results.

That said, I absolutely loved running my first 100.  I finished in 27 hours and 8 minutes.  The course was a 20 mile loop that we ran 5 times, which I found comforting and “easy” to mentally manage.  Kim, Kevin and I ran as a team for 63 whooping miles, before we spread out and settled into our own race.  Our pacers and crew (Robert, Jennifer, Rick, Allan, Charles and Craig) were there every step of the way, treating us like race cars at a pit stop every time we came back to the main aid station.

I feel forever linked to Kim and Kevin, not only because of the event itself, but because of the six months it took to get there.  Together we did a zillion long runs, night runs, planning meetings, emails, research, coordination, etc. About six hours after we finished the event, we all watched the Super Bowl together with glazed over eyes, tons of junk food, and barely moving bodies.  Kim’s husband proclaimed, “This is the lamest Super Bowl party ever.”  Makes me laugh just writing it. We will never have another Super Bowl day like that.

And of course, Craig, my pacer.  By the time I picked Craig up to run the last 20 miles, it was around 2:30 in the morning and time had literally lost all meaning.  We finished at 9:00AM. Think about that. 20 miles. 2:30AM-9:00AM. In retrospect, I find that completely unfathomable. But in the moment, we  didn’t think about time. It was 100% one foot in front of the other. Shuffle, shuffle,shuffle, walk, walk, walk, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. I was reminded that my very first club run was with Craig, and it was, appropriately, 20 miles. On that run he provided me with great information about how to break a 4:00-hour marathon, my goal at the time.  A couple months later, using all the advice he gave me, I crossed the finish line of the SV Marathon in 3:52. How fitting it was to have Craig as my partner when I crossed that 100-mile mark.

You hear stories of ultrarunners having hallucinations in the middle of the night. I can confirm it to be true. At around mile 96 I saw a doberman pinscher next to two camping tents, clear as day.  Neither the dog nor the tents existed.

Craig, Allan, Charles, Jennifer and Rick - Robert isn't pictured as he is holding the camera

60 miles done - the last time we hit an aid station together

Allan works on my legs at the 80-mile aid station

Posted by: julianneruns | January 21, 2012

Olympic Marathon Trials and Houston Marathon

Desiree Davila, Ryan Hall, Abdi Abdirahman, Shalane Flanagan, Meb Keflezighi, Kara Goucher

Kim, LaRene and I were in Houston to watch them all run to victory and earn a spot on the 2012 USA Olympic Marathon Team.

The course ran through downtown and then made an 8-mile loop, which the athletes ran three times.  This allowed us to be “this close” to the runners about every 15 minutes. It was amazing and inspiring.  We had a blast.

Also running from the ultrarunning community was my personal favorite, Devon Crosby-Helms, who kicked it at 2:38:55.

The next day, fully pumped and inspired, the three of us ran the 40th Houston Marathon.

It was an awesome enjoyable experience.  We did not bonk or hit the wall.  We all enjoyed the music and loved the crowds.  It was extra special for me because Houston is my home town.

Two magic moments happened during the 26.2.

Unbeknown to any runners, former President George Bush Sr. was hanging out at mile 19 and he shook hands with every marathoner who came up to him.  Politics makes no difference (I happen to really like him) when you have the opportunity to shake the hand of a former U.S. President.

Magic moment two was running with a blind marathoner and his guide for 10 miles.  It got even better when they asked me to navigate through the heavy crowds for about three miles.  They finished in 3:53, which is awesome for sighted runners.  They had to run the whole thing attached to each other (hand on shoulder).  To listen to the guide lead his runner (Joe) through the course was something I will never forget.

And to cap off the day, the shirts and medals were great!  And we got a second t-shirt and a mug.  All in all, a first class event and a world class weekend with two of my favorite running partners.

Lead women around mile 2

Lead Men - Mile 15

Lead women - mile 15

One of America's marathon greats - Deana Kastor

Finish Line

Meb, Ryan and Abdi!!

The great Ryan Hall

Shalane, Desi, Kara (with her baby on her cute)

The ladies take their victory walk - from front to back is Kara, Desi and Shalane

Start line of the Houston Marathon - the morning after the Trials

JW, Kim and LaRene - two of my favorite running friends. We were each about to have a great race.

I am from Houston, so my mom, stepdad, brother, sister-in-law and nephew all came to cheer me on. We enjoyed a little post race coffee.

My littlest fan - Luke - at post-marathon family get together

Posted by: julianneruns | January 2, 2012

Rocky Raccoon: Five Weeks to the 100 Miler

Kim, Kevin and I have five weeks until the 100-miler.  For me at least, it is getting kind of scary,  or maybe it is just getting real.

We decided to attempt the Rocky Raccoon 100, a first for all three of us, back in the early summer.  It seemed so far away.  In late August, we each started our own 6-month training plan, with none of us running exactly the same but each of us running more or less between 50-70 miles a week.

So far our training has gone well. We are an extremely disciplined group.  We simply do not show up on race day unprepared. “Winging it” is not something we understand.

To that end, we were just texting about how weird our running reality has become as we increase mileage and back-to-backs.  It  is clear we take this event very seriously.


I recently found myself telling my husband, “I am just going out for 20 miles.  Shouldn’t be gone that long.” We literally run in the middle of the night, our most recent being 10PM-2AM.  We run to marathon starts, run the race, and then run a little more.  While running the Tucson marathon, Kevin mentioned some of the other runners had just run NY a month ago. I had to remind him we had run a 50K just two weeks ago. Our back-to-backs have become outright ridiculous! This weekend I did a 31-20-16, Friday-Saturday-Sunday.  Who does such things?!  I write this not to say, “look at how much we run,” but instead because it is only now – with five weeks to go – that I am realizing how much we actually need to run to complete an event at this distance.  It really does take 6 months of building up both physically and mentally.

But we tell ourselves, better to keep-on-keeping-on then to show up undertrained.  Even my non-running husband has come to understand this, because let’s face it, running is a family affair even if only one family member is a runner. In fact, just yesterday when I didn’t want to head back out for another 3 hours, he reminded me, “Five more weeks. You need to do this run.”

I am confident we will all finish, baring any major injury or illness. But I am equally confident it will be very difficult.  I am most worried about nutrition. I don’t know how our bodies will react after 70 miles and it concerns me.

Kim, Kevin and I have run together for over half a decade, completing multiple endurance runs with each other. This has proven super helpful in training, and I am sure it will bare fruit on race day.  We know each other’s pace, breathing, strengths, and quirks.  We are comfortable enough to allow one another to run their own race, while knowing when we need to stick together. And it doesn’t hurt that we genuinely like each other and have fun on our crazy adventures.

We have a number of incredible friends from SVRC who have raised their hands to travel to Texas and pace us. Allan, Charles, and Craig will all be there. Carrie would have come except for a bad injury that has her sidelined.  Kim’s daughter and husband, Kevin’s ultramarathon friend, Robert, and my brother, Mark, will all be there.  We didn’t have to ask anyone twice. In fact, with Charles, we didn’t even need to ask!  He just said, “I’m coming to pace you guys.”  Every member of what we now call “Team 100!!” is sacrificing 3-5 days just to help us out, let alone run with us for 20 miles at 0-dark-thirty.   Truly remarkable.

If all goes according to plan we should be done anywhere between 20 hours (if you use Kim’s math) and 26 hours  (if you use Julianne’s math). We start at 6:00AM on February 4th. If you have any desire to know more, you can check out the website.

Posted by: julianneruns | December 31, 2011

Everything is updated for 2012

Hi Local Runners!

Just a quick note that the local race calendar is all updated for 2012. I will keep adding as I learn more.

I also added a tab of mapped routes, which I have created using MapMyRun. It will give you the route, distance, elevation, and description of local favorites.

Additionally, I updated my personal race schedule section and the ‘about’ me tab, which is mainly of interest to my mom. But if there is one person who I need to make happy, it’s mom, right?

Posted by: julianneruns | December 31, 2011

2011 In Review

I started 2011 with only two goals: Run 100K and Have Fun.

OMG! It totally worked!

I won a local 50K and a local 10K (how cool is that?!).

I ran at 3:00AM with legend Pam Reed (how cool is that?!).

I finished my first 100K with some of my best friends and got to experience the wonderfulness that is Luis Escobar (catching on… totally cool!).

I had the honor of volunteering a considerable amount of time at multiple races and through coaching (loved it each and every time).

I started a 6-month training program for a 100 miler with two of my great long-time running partners (with 5 weeks to go, we are in really good shape).

And I was voted president of my running club for 2012 (yup, you guessed it, cool!).

Not too shabby a year!  And I had great fun with all of it.

Cheers to everyone!  Thank you 2011 and welcome 2012!!

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