I ran my first 10k race, the Dana Point Turkey Trot, back in 2002 I believe. I remember my friend, Mary, and I doing the run/walk method to get there. We picked a tree and ran to it and then walked and ran to another tree. Even came across a flasher one morning! You never know what you will find or see on a run!
After that first race I was hooked. I ran my first half marathon, Surf City, back in 2003, but I had no guidance so I ran it all wrong and ended up pretty sick and discouraged. I ran too fast in the beginning. I couldn’t sustain the pace and quickly burnt out. In addition, I was already sick with a cold, drugged up on DayQuil, and I had the wrong shoes. I quickly learned shoes make all the difference! After that horrible day, a runner customer of mine from Amsterdam Coffeehouse kindly took me to a running store and bought me my first official running shoes and socks. He also gave me the guidance and courage I needed to sign up for my first marathon training program for the 2004 San Diego Rock n’ Roll Marathon. I owe him a lot.
I don’t remember much of that day except feeling terror and excitement as I ran 26.2 miles for the first time with a great group of people I had trained with for months at Huntington Beach. I remember seeing my parents and friend, Christina, supporting me with signs. I remember having to pee out in the open next to a tree with a dozen other runners, both male and female. That was a major accomplishment for me at that time! I remember yelling to my mom as I ran past her at an aid station, “I just peed in a bush!” Probably something my mom did not want to brag about at church. You get used to it during trail runs! I wasn’t fast, but I did it just under 5 hours. My training group and I held hands as we ran through the finish line. What a thrill! I went on to run both LA and Las Vegas marathon in 2006.
A bad car accident a year or so later, though, left me with excruciating back pain. That and nursing school put my running on hold for awhile. In fact, one doctor told me that I would never be able to run again and to stick to the stationary bike instead after looking at my x-rays. He said I had “degenerative disc disease.” Needless to say I proved him wrong thanks to determination, physical therapy, and acupuncture.
After I graduated nursing school in 2013, I tried something new. I joined an amazing group of people to train for my first triathlon. I learned what I thought was swimming was actually an embarrassing combination of dog pedaling and barely surviving! I didn’t realize swimming would be so difficult! I also learned that cyclists are not cheaters and biking is really hard. It was a humbling experience for me, but it eventually lead me to my first half Ironman in Arizona in 2015. That race was not easy for me. I was worried that I would not make the swim cutoff. However, I ended up proud of my swim and bike time. The run, on the other hand, was not something to brag about. I felt like my legs were tied to bricks and my tri shorts were too binding and I had a bad case of GERD or something. I finished with a time slower than I wanted, but I finished. It was the only race I ever cried at the finish.
In that same year, I ran my first 50K, Leona Divide, in April and Bulldog 50K in August. As you can see, 2015 was a busy year for me. I did not prepare myself, as I should have for Leona Divide. I made the mistake of thinking that training and racing the 2015 LA marathon was enough preparation for running my first trail race and ultra. It wasn’t. I wasn’t even properly trained to run a trail race, as I had mainly been running on the street. I probably fell like 4 or 5 times, ending up in the medical tent, which is a strange feeling for a nurse. I remember crying a few times, because I felt like such a failure. I finished, but not in the time I wanted. Bulldog was my redemption race and I am proud to say I did it in about 7 and a half hours.
I ran my first 50 miler, Prairie Spirit Trail, in Kansas in 2016. It was done in honor of Alzheimer’s disease and my grandmother who passed away from it. That was a tough run for me. I chose a flat race with a generous cut off time, thinking flat meant easy. Needless to say, I was wrong. I took my time though, making sure I posted at 10-mile intervals so my nursing colleagues did not think I had a heart attack or got trampled by a herd of cows. I finished in a little over 12 hours, but I was definitely hurting. I also suffered from hypoglycemia too at the finish line. My mom was worried, because my speech was slurred and I had other stroke symptoms. Nursing judgment, though, told me I just needed a large coke and French fries. So off to McDonalds we went! What better way to get your blood sugar back up then fast food!
I can’t complain. I have had an adventurous life so far. In addition to trail and road races, I have done a few metric century rides and one century ride while going to grad school. I have hiked Mount Whitney and Half Dome. I also managed to sky dive on my busy schedule! I know there are many runners out there who have done so much more with better times. I don’t claim to be fast. My hope is to inspire more people to claim the outdoors as their gym for mental and physical health. I have met so many wonderful people and friends on this journey! The trail running community is very humble.
I’m excited to see what new adventures are in store for me once I graduate! I have so many visions like group hikes for nurses! Recently I found out that I have a grade II systolic murmur, but my cardiologist has given me full permission to keep going! He said he would be out of business if all his clients were like me! So I will start training December for American River 50 miler and will aim for Salt Flats 100 mile run in 2020. And there is always Grand Canyon Rim to Rim to Rim and a full Ironman. So much to do once I graduate!! I get my life back! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this post!
