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Located in eastern L.A. County and the Inland Empire-areas of Southern California, we welcome those of all abilities to come join us, as it is much more fun to have a group to train with; it's also a lot tougher to blow off a workout if you are supposed to be meeting someone.
On The Trail With Jimmy: Malibu Day/Night Trail Run
Hey All. Here is my race report on the first annual Malibu Day/ Night Trail run/race. When I signed up for this, it seemed like a good idea at the time. The idea for those so bold, to run a race during the day and come back and run another race at night. You could sign up for just the day race or night race. Pretty small event with big ideas. Only fifteen of us were up for the double. There were about 65 for the morning start and 35 for the evening start. I think only 10 of us made it back for the second event. It is done on the Backbone trail in Malibu amongst the Santa Monica Mtns. Supposedly we were the first people to do a race on the Backbone trail. Basically all single track. Both races are an out and back. We started at 10:00, with a down hill start into the valley. Not too bad but steep in places. There were about 17 water crossings with a few puddles filling across the trail. The water crossings were ankle deep. Going through the streambed was not too bad. When you started to climb out was when it got hot. The heat was taking a toll. I was the last guy to go through the 10K turn around and head out to the half marathon turn around. Just was not having a banner day. Considered pulling the plug there, but stupidity kept me going on. Had to jump off the trail a mile from the turn around. Which meant the sweeper missed me. I was a few hundreds yards from the turn around and water point when I ran into runners coming up and they said everyone thought I had gone back. The sweeper saw me and realized that the pack on the trail he saw was mine. He had to go down and make sure the water was still there. I guess I was not looking so good. They asked if I needed a ride. Should have taken them up on that. It was only getting hotter. Now it was around noon. 3.5 back to the next water. As I re-crossed the road crossing, the volunteer asked if I was okay. Just kept going, only a mile and half to the next water. I was really starting to struggle now. At this point Oriflamme and Leone divide are looking like a big fat no way. I got further up the mountain, I could see the water jug at the 10K turn around saddle. About a half mile away. Finally I reached it. A little bit of heaven out in the middle of nowhere. Sucked down 40 ounces of liquid. Started to get an upset stomach. For the first time in a long time, all forward motion stopped. I found a shady stop to gather myself and let the water take effect. After about 5 minutes I was on my feet and moving. Down into the streambed valley, thinking I still have to go back up the the start. Tried jogging, but the body would have nothing to do with that. I heard someone say, here you are. A little cowbell as I walked to the finish. I was finished. I sat down in the shade and was not sure where I was going to get the energy to get to my car, not to mention running another event. The medic came by and gave me the once over. Now I do not remember this , but all those around at the time remember I promised the medic that I would not go out on that second run. Everyone took a beating. I had 3 and half hours to come to my senses or recover for the second event. The RD talked to me about my plans. I told him I would see how I feel. Regardless, he had my stuff if I decided to pull the plug. In the next 3 hours I drop over 100 ounces of fluid and still did not need to use the porta-potty. But as time ticked away, I started to feel better. As it came time for the pre-race meeting. I was as ready as I was going to get. The plan was to consider the half, but be prepared to turn around at the 10K if things are not going well. The RD told everyone to set themselves according on how they thought it will go on the trail. Those of us who were there in the morning had an idea what to do. By the time we started, everyone was about 10 yards off the staring line. Everyone was fighting for the back. Wondering why all those with fresh legs were not up front. So off we went again. This time it was dark. The trail was well marked. Felt pretty good, not really sore, but I could feel it was still warm. It kept getting cooler as we went down, but as soon as we started to climb, you could feel the temperature going up. We thought we were running pretty fast, but a look at my watch and realized we were not going as fast as we thought. Just seemed fast. This is where it really gets enjoyable. Running in the dark, with the crickets and frogs making the sounds they make. Sometimes a little creepy when you are alone. Started the climb to the 10K turn around, past a few people, this was something new for today. Guys are already coming back. About of the double event guys were coming back from the 10K. As I reached the turn around, there was the water station. Had to pause here. The cool breeze coming off the canyon over the saddle mixed with the silence only broken by the Sofia and the runners coming up behind me. I know I stopped a couple times on my way back to look at all those stars. At the 10K turn around, I called it a night. Hopefully they will have the event next year and I will able to do both half's. When I made it back to the beacon of light, nothing like having warm chicken and a cold drink waiting for you. After all that, it was not that bad. I really recommend this event in the future. Ran very well and very friendly, helpful people. Hope everyone had a great weekend of training and racing. This is my 5th event for the year so far and one of the better ones.
Jimmy
On The Trail with Jimmy: Echo Mountain Trail
No races for me this weekend. So nothing but training. So I figured I would give a little report on my run up Echo Mountain this morning.
It started around midnight. That was when I went to bed. Not a good idea if you are going to trail run in the cold the next morning. When I got up, I was still not on board with the morning planned activities. Started to over think it. That is what happens when your fitness level is low. Debating on fuel and gear. Decided to go lite and simple. Good idea until I got to the top
Well, it has been two weeks since I was last on a trail. Mike, Carena, my brother (Bobolicious - he hates that) and I are training to go up Mt. Whitney hopefully in August or September. We were considering Baden/Powell, but crampons and ice picks were the preferred tools. So that was a no-go. We went out to Lytle Creek and took the Powerline Trail. I told my brother it was six miles, but forgot to tell him it was six miles back. He was thinking six miles round trip. Ooops! Whenever my brother and I get together it is always the Devil Dogs vs. the Paratroopers. Age vs. Youth. We started out. It was windy and cool. The trail was real rough. The big climb came about two miles in. It was about a mile long and straight up. That is where I dropped the Devil Dog.