Monday, July 14, 2014

So you want to start?

Never let the fear of sticking out keep you from playing the game. Babe Ruth
Is crazy the amount of emails I receive lately about how to start, either a fitness program or start fundraising for organizations using races as a vehicle. My response is you just to do it, there is usually no magic formula. Most people just started to hear about me but I been doing races for almost 9 years, I just started with 1/2 marathons, marathons and ultras close to my house, I didn't care, i just entered anything that was available to me, my fundrasing goal was simple,just emailed a few of my friends to pledge me to the cnib, it all just took off from there. the reason why i have been so successful is due to passion, from the beginning, there was no doubt i loved what i was doing. I had many setbacks and things didn't go to plan always, even at those moments I refused to quit. I view set back as opportunities to adjust my strategy and to keep ego in check. Humility is very important when doing difficult races or advocating for a cause. Humility makes you work hard, you don't take things for granted and you take responsibility fully. Just remember Lance Armstrong, while the work he did is of great value, his ego is what drove him to take the lies to such extremes, he put his ego ahead of his principles, and the problems was that he had to continue the lies to keep protecting his ego. Things would have been so different if he had admitted to cheating, gotten 6 months as penalty and returned to competing, the crazies thing is that we all would have forgive him because of the important work he was doing, but his ego wanted more, wanted the absolute adoration, he wanted the seven wins, the fairy tale. While I been blessed with amazing opportunities, my views of success have not changed, I wouldn't have been called myself a failure when i only raised 200 dollars and did a half marathon, success is waking up with a purpose, working hard and following through. Winning races and fundrasing millions while cheating is not success. We all know what we need to do, is our ego that is keeping us form achieving it, " what if I only run one block?" " what if nobody pledges me?" I advise you to just go for it, walk for 30 minutes if you must first, ask your family to sponsor you at a race even if you only collect 50 dollars is a lot more than if you didn't try, don't let your ego dictate success. Passion cant be stopped or ignored, just go out there and shine and the rest will follow.
No dejes que el miedo de quedar eliminado en el juego te detenga a jugar. Babe Ruth
he recibido muchisimos correos preguntando me como comenzar, a veces me preguntan de comenzar a correr u otras veces de como recaudar dinero para alguna causa utilizando carreras. Mi respuesta es siempre la misma, que es lo que te detiene? solo se necesita la voluntad, es todo. Lo que no sabe muchas personas es que ya tengo 9 años compitiendo y recaudando fondos. Empeze con carreras de corta distancia cerca de mi ciudad y recaudando donaciones entre mis amigos, es porque he llegado tan legos es solo porque desde el principio le puse toda mi dedicacion y lo hice con mucha pasion, para mi no importaba si solo eran 200 dollares o que habia recaudado. Tampoco me rendi al primer obstaculo o cuando falle en mi objetivo, aunque no me gusta perder eso es muy bueno para mantener el ego en linea. La humildad es muy valiosa cuando= estas realizando hazañas dificiles o cuando estas trabajando para una cause, solo necesitas a Lance Armstrong para darte cuanta que dejar que el ego guie nuestras decisiones no es bueno. Si el desde el principio hubiera reconozido que habia echo trampa solo hubiera sido penalizado por 6 meses, con el trabajo tan importante que ya estaba realizando para el Cancer nadie se hubiera sentido defraudado, pero el ego lo llevo a tomar decisiones extremas y tuvo que continuar con las mentiras para seguir protejiendo a el ego. Es una bendicion que mi trabajo en la comunidad y mi pasion por el deporte extremos haya llegado tan lejos pero no lo llamaria mas exitoso, para mi el solo echo de levantarme por las mañanas con un proposito, preseguir mi sueños hasta el final sin jamas rendirme eso es exito, el ganar y llegar lejos haciendo trampa y minitiendo no es exito. Todos sabemos lo que tenemos que hacer para alcanzar nuestros objetivos, pero el ego nos paraliza, " que tal si solo corro por 10 minutos y no puedo mas?" " Y si nadie me dona dinero cuando corra la carrera?" Asi que mi consejo es el mismo, empieza que nada te detenga, si al principio solo puedes caminar por 30 minutos eso es mejor que el estar sentado por horas, y si solo recaudas 50 dolares para tu causa eso es mejor que si no hicieras el esfuerzo. No dejes que tu ego dirija tus acciones. la pasion es contagiable y no se puede detener o ignorar, solo empieza a perseguir tus sueños y lo demas te llegara a tu vida porque tus acciones positivas van a traer resultados positivos.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Tijuana's International Marathon

When words are both true and kind, they can change the world. ~ Buddha
I ran Tijuana’s marathon these past weekend. International Network of Hearts invited me to join them since they were the featured charity of the run. I was excited to be part of it, for training I need to run as many marathons in the next six months as I can but the most important reason was that I was looking forward to finally meeting one of my heroes. My boyfriend Kevin and I arrived the day before to a full schedule that included catching up with some of my childhood friends, picking up the race package and meetings with the entire team of my next project 25in25 where I am going to attempt to set a record of completing a long course triathlon a day for 25 days from Cancun to San Diego. In early 2014 I will be swimming 2.4 miles, cycling 128 miles and running 26.2 miles a full marathon/ day for 25 days. You are probably wondering a couple of things right now, can it be done? And/or why? As much as I love to run, I love adventure more. It’s getting tough to join the races that I want to do, they fill fast and some are by invitation only. I love that the ultrarunning scene has gone mainstream, after all that is part of being part of the social network community to share my experiences and inspire others to try new things. The disadvantages are of course is that then I am scrambling with everybody else to run races. So is time to find a new sport in the extreme adventure scene, ultratriathlons. If there is one thing that separates me from others isn’t talent or ability but my brain sees things differently. Most people gets discouraged when they see odds like one in a million chances, I think I want to be the ONE! So I quickly get to work. Right now the longest ultratriathlon race is the double deca in Monterrey Mexico, 20 times the distance of an Ironman in 20 days, or 20 in 20 days, everything about it appealed to me, especially when I heard that only one person finishes a year and very few attempt. When I heard the struggles of Alma, the director of INH I knew it was time for a new project to raise funds for her shelter and awareness about human trafficking. I open up about my history of abuse and violence, even as a survivor of human trafficking where I can’t thank God enough for having had the incredible fortune of having escaped before I had been sold. When I talked to Alma about her girls, and Marisol’s story of her incredible journey I spent many sleepless nights wondering why me? Why did I escaped and not Marisol? Our lives would have probably been parallel, I knew that I could never make sense of things, there are is no meaning behind tragedies like that, the only thing I could do was to make something positive out of it. Marisol was sold as a young girl to a man that took her to the USA, having a very sick mother she willingly follow him thinking that she was going there to work to pay for her mother’s medical bills but ended up being sold over and over again for sex as well as becoming her captors sex slave. What breaks my heart is when Marisol talks about going to prison being one of her happiest day, the day she was finally freed from the horrors of her slavery and it was the day she went to prison for a crime her captor committed. Marisol spent 17 years behind bars still deprived of her freedom but compared to the prison she had lived it was paradise. Its being two years until she finally regain her freedom fully, having her sentence reversed and declared innocent with the help of a catholic nun that advocated for her. Finally meeting her after the marathon, her first in freedom, having ran in prison to keep sane, it was incredibly powerful and symbolic for her but bitter sweet for me, I am happy she is finally free from the horror she lived but I also know that it’s difficult to escape the nightmares. My biggest pain is that even though she was a victim, and forced into that lifestyle, she has limited limitations, not because of her abilities but because of our society. The stigma will follow her forever, she will relived the shame and humiliation that sex crimes bring, sex crimes aren’t about sex, they are about taking your dignity away, trying to destroy the very core of human existence. “ You could have escape, obviously you liked it" was one of the comments she heard recently. I admire Marisol's strength, her ability to handle everything so positive and with class. Sitting there across her I felt the closeness that comes with being able to be yourself, to be accepted and understood. I like meeting other victims, I feel less alone, yes even after all these years and my Facebook friends I still feel lonely sometimes. The loneliness that one feels when you are silenced, when you loose your voice and identity because society wants you to be somebody else. " I know what happened to you but I don't want to hear about it" the loneliness one might feel when coming out as gay " I acknowledge you are but I don't want to know anything about it" the shame that that brings, like there is something wrong with us. Marisol and I took turns telling out worse moments like we needed to purge our souls even for a second. Marisol is the strong one, I am the lucky one. Even through all my pain, I had the support of my family, that was always the source of my strength, I don't know if I had not given up if I had been in her shoes. So doing a documentary to hopefully influence a chance is something that at least let's me sleep a bit better a night. Compared to the difficult journey she still has ahead of her my 25 Ironmans in 25 days are a walk in the park in comparison. I will be following the trafficking route from south to north, passing through towns to empower the community, to have each one declare, not in my neighborhood, a very powerful neighborhood watch program. I have faith in humanity, I have faith that Marisol will have plenty of opportunities ahead of her, that she will be celebrated as the amazing survivor she is, a proof that goodness does succeeds against evil and that one day she would not only live an abundant life but she also finds a person that would look into her eyes and say, I am here to chase your nightmares away.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

The Road Less Traveled

The last week I have broken down crying for no apparent reason in the oddest places, in my driveway, on a bathroom stall just before my swim. I assumed it had to do with all the training I been doing and the energy that it takes to coordinate the massive effort that it is to pull intense workout out hours on top of all of the other very important and time consuming responsibilities I have, like raising tow very different teens and work. I finally figure out what it was when I pulled my sons travel itinerary for his upcoming trip to Toronto to do the training and ultimately bring his guide dog home. Then and there the overwhelming feeling came rushing. No matter how much I tell myself this is not because is any indication that Karl is getting or will be getting worse, Is just for independence, it just tears me apart. I still hate he is affected by his condition, as much as I did the first time I head the diagnosis. Karl is one of the bravest people I have known and he is also the sweetest. I feel the last few weeks it’s like we are back to the beginning and I am fighting ignorance and discrimination when some places wouldn’t allow him with his dog. Eventually, the gym apologized and is allowing him to bring his guide dog with him, but only when I threaten to sue them and take the story to the press. Luckily Karl was never aware of it but it made me realized that this fight is far from over and he still has a lot of discrimination to overcome. If anything it had renewed my commitment to continue working to raise awareness and funds to help end blindness and visual impairment. Brett Wilson gave generous donations to both cnib and Foundation Fighting Blindness on our behalf and Operations Eyesight Universal was on the running to receive a grant form the Endure Foundation one which I am an ambassador, but this is still not enough. I know that once more, Karl will come home with his dog and make me feel that everything is OK by taking everything with the positive attitude he always has. But as usual, I know I will spend many more sleepless nights figuring out a way to get more donations. Throw in the fact that I also speaking in LA about Running Home and you have a ticking bomb. I still hate the fact that that story exists but I don’t hate it as much as the fact that is still happening. I just watched the news about the rescue of the three women that were held captive. The joy of the families, the horror of the public when they realized that such monster was living near them, then the further victimizing of the brave young girls, “ the door was left unlocked in a couple of occasions and you didn’t escape?” Every time I hear that it breaks my heart that we are still liberating abusers of any responsibility by placing blame on victims, let me make this clear, nobody deserves or wants that. Something else bothers me, what are we doing to prevent this from happening to anybody else? Is not true that we don’t know this is happening, this is happening right now, young girls are being taken against their will and forced into slavery. I am not saying that these young women had it easier but how is that different than the thousands of girls locked into rooms, deprived of their freedom and forced to perform sexual acts. What I don’t understand is why if we are we all not doing more to stop this from happening? I guess you can say that loosing sleep is part of reaching that place in your heart that says “enough” I refuse to stay silent any more. My book seemed to touch a lot of people deeply and I make no apologies, if you think is painful reading detail account of being victimized, try living it. I will never be OK, I have leaned to not only survive and thrive considering my past but make no mistake, there will not a single day will pass that something will take me to the deep pain I felt, the fear and the shame I was made to learn. Luckily for me, I have work so hard in building dreams where once nightmares lived. My frustrations are from being unable to accept limitations from others, or myself, all I know is that I don’t have to accept that the cure for blindness will not be here in time for my son or that human trafficking is such a difficult and complex problem than a single individual fighting to end it will not have a significant impact. Nobody has the right to tell me what my hopes and dreams have to be. In the world I am working towards, my son Karl can see perfectly the face of the woman he will fall in love with and I will never read that an other child or woman disappeared. I made a commitment to my son that day we sat down on my front steps when he was 11 and afraid of what was happening,that I was going to do everything in my power to fight this diagnoses until the end of my days. After that day, I embarked on a journey and there is no turning back. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Friday, November 30, 2012

You know you are an endurance athlete when..

"Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing" Hunter S. Thompson
Back training for my next adventure, super excited and motivated. I am still ironing some details but will announce it as soon as it's all finalized. Of course back training means back to being OCD about training, it drives everybody around me crazy including my kids so I compiled a list in no particular order of things that I have done that seem unusual to everybody else and if they make sense then you, my friend are an endurance athlete. * Your went into labour at the gym (or your partner) and thought " the water hasn't break, I am sure I can finish this set" * Your kids took all their naps on a baby jogger * your kids art work of you are always a drawing of you on a bike, running or any other action scene. * you know all the bathrooms in a 70 mile radius of your house as well as spots that you can use in case of an emergency that offers privacy *You have more than one health club membership and they know you by first name in all of them *you have said no to a paid trip to an exotic destination because it interferes with your training *You buy your underwear at athletic stores *If you have relieve yourself by using a freshette and/or have been on an adventure where you have to pack your waste and carried back with you *You have no medical training but know what a Piriformis, Gemellus superior, Illotibial band is and it's location *When people ask you " How did your workout work today go?" you replied " Which one?" without irony * While reviewing changes in your work schedule, holiday engagements, vacations with the family and such you start organizing your workouts in your head right away *You have been dropped at work so you can run back home * You have arrived to a party drinking a protein shake * You have left a party early to run back home to have your friends pass you 3 hours later on their way home *You have been told by sports psychologist that you might have an obsessive personality * At a party, you dread the question " So, what do sports do you do?" because it only leads to an all night Q&A * People that know what sports you play avoid you because they still don't know what to think of you *You get super excited when you hear your favorite sports nutrition products launch new flavors/ products *People don't recognize you without your training gear on * Some of your races not only start and end on different calendar days but also in different countries * You have friends that you made in towns with a population of less than 10 * You have been to Antarctica and the Arctic * You start cutting corners on grooming to squeeze more workouts in your day * you have incredibly weird tanlines * You don't watch live TV anymore but PVR your favorite shows and watch them at 5am on your treadmill or bike *When your friends and family try not to push your buttons because is that time of the month they are not referring to PMS but to tapering *If this list made you smile not cringe, YOU ARE AN ENDURANCE ATHLETE

Friday, November 16, 2012

A letter to my son Karl

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."Lao TzuToday you are 18 years old my beautiful son. I hope I still have many opportunities to tell you how amazing you are. As my first born, we have grown together, I am sure I have let you down many times and you have patiently accepted my shortcomings because you understand underneath it all the immense love you mother has for you. I want to let you know you were wanted very much. I didn’t always take such a good care of me. But when I met your father I suddenly realized that I was going to be a mother one day and took the steps necessary to make sure that I gave you the healthiest start. No more smoking or drinking for me. I was 25 when I quit and 27 when you came into my life. We have faced many challenges together. You were just a little boy when you watched you mom stay in bed all day, unable to take you to school because of all the fighting she and dad were having, you were so worry for me and brought me cheerios to bed and tried to make me laugh. Never once you complained when I woke you up one evening and took you away from your big home and toys and moved you to a tiny apartment. I am forever grateful how you comforted your younger brother that cried because now mom was never home going to school full time. I will never forget both of us studying together for finals, sharing pencils and stories. How you lovingly taught you mother the correct order of all the hockey gear that I had to put on you before each game and how you laughed when I asked why didn’t you just choose soccer!Thank you for making me feel so proud when I stood alone at your grade 6-graduation feeling inadequate and guilty and just to feel my chest exploded with joy when they announced your name as the winner of the citizen award of excellence.But that was only the beginning of your amazing strength, as life throw the biggest curveball yet. Just when things were settling back, we had a home and I was now expecting a promotion to management when we learned that your recent clumsiness had a name and a diagnosis, cone rod dystrophy. My own genes gave you undesirable genes and you were now going blind and you were only 11 years old. Once again you were the source of my strength when you came into my bedroom once more to stroke my hair and tell me that it was OK, that I could stop worrying because it was only your eyes. ONLY your eyes. Once again things got though for us as I lost my job, you never complained to that money was tight again. There is not a single day that goes by that I am not in awe of your strength and beauty. You continue to inspire everybody around you to be better simply because your light shines brighter than the darkness than sometimes surrounds us. You still continue to never complain focusing on the positive instead of the negative like the time when you call me excited that you had been approved for a guide dog never once stopping to dwell on the reason why you need a guide dog. You are kind and generous soul that now is you who encourages me to follow my dreams and passions, when I decided to run 2600 plus miles to Mexico you never once question my ability or judged me, you held my hand and said “ Mom, this is something you need to do for you, because I like to see you happy” but went even further by making sure our favorite shows were taped so we could watched them together as a family and I could just pick up being your mother when I returned home easing my guilty for leaving you and your bother for three months. This morning when I hugged you the roles have reversed, you are not the little boy that I held at the hospital 18 years ago, at almost a foot taller it is me who feels safe in your arms Happy Birthday Karl, thank you for being in my life. I am forever blessed to be your motherI love youMom

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Running Home- Final preparations

Is almost time to go! I have a few weeks until I start my run home. I am very excited but also full of nervousness. Almost like being pregnant, you cant wait to have the baby then when you are due to give birth you start asking yourself questions like " am i ready?"
I got home to an empty house, my kids were off with their dad to Miami. It was nice to be able to just focus on the details of Running Home, I got a new tarp tent so is very light. Is madness figuring out where to be since I can't run on interstate highways, I have to avoid highway number 5 and some bridges. I have gotten the preparation to the point where I can sleep at night, not awaking every 2 hours panicking because I am not sure how to go across the Washington- Oregon border. The next most important thing is lightening my pack, hygiene is vital but not appearances so no deodorant. Safety is important so yes to technology no to extra clothing, reverse and wear. I am sure i would go thought it over and over it before is ready but i am getting there.

I haven't being training since i ran Modesto Marathon last Sunday, my hip feels better but the lack of training was a bit hard on my confidence, after all training hard is what allows me to feel that I can run all the way to Mazatlan.

Whenever I am start to lack confidence I tell myself the same thing I tell my kids when they say " I am never going to be better" or " I am not good at this"
It takes 10,000 hours to archive excellence on anything. I read an article about this somewhere, cant remember where but what the article talked about some scientist that had done research to figure out if being great at something is nature or nurture and they figure out that is nurture, nature takes care of the type of talent such as Olympic marathoner vs a 3:10 marathoner but nature can't do anything of you don't nurture it.

When i tell my kids that, it makes sense, they automatically know they are just being impatient, have they really tried for at least 10,000 hours before deciding they are never going to be any better? I am just excited now for the opportunity to get that much closer to my better self.
What I am most excited and proud about Running Home is that is simple yet it touches on what is important, we all have the ability to make it from Vancouver Bc to Mazatlan Mexico, it might take some 5 years and others only a month what matters is that we all can. I will be scrapping by on my run surviving on very little. I didn't want to have sponsors that might taint my judgment, safety will always be first, second I wanted to show to some that in the age of fancy sponsorships adventure is what you make of, don't get me wrong,I have a long list of adventures that I need funds for but right now I wanted the simplicity or creating a project that wasn't going to be shelved until i had the funds.
The one thing I am most grateful of is the amazing support of my family, without their support it would have being impossible to dream as big as I do.
I might not talk to you before I go, I need to focus on what's in front of me and spending time with my family.

My brother Carlos in Mexico will be once more managing my social networking when I can't. This is truly an amazing opportunity,I can't tell you how excited is to be going back home. Until then, don't settle for anything before deciding if this is the best you can do.

“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” Matsuo Basho

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Oh The Places You'll Go by Dr Seuss

"You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place..."

Time goes by painfully show when you are waiting. As a single mother, I understand that there are a lot of things that I don't have much control, that doesn't make it easier for me to control my frustrations when I am sidelined because of an injury or scheduling conflict.

To prepare myself to take off for two and half months off there is a long list of things that need to be checked off. I usually start from the least to the most important? why? If its important it will be very likely to be done anyway, but the menial tasks such as preparing my house so my mom can live here comfortably while I am gone is not vital to my run but something that is the right thing to do. If i leave organizing my closet so she can have space to hang her clothes when I am overwhelmed and ready to leave will not be done. So the last few months my life has been consumed with boring but necessary tasks of making sure my house runs as smooth as possible while I am gone.
A pleasant side effect that the performing endless mind numbing tasks such as laundry is that it make me yearn for an open road and adventure. After all you are never going to find a bumper sticker that reads " I rather be cleaning toilets" The reverse will be true after my run to Mexico I will savour the normalcy of being at home if only for a short while.

"On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are."

The hardest part now is being present on my current life, to be a mother, a personal trainer, a sister, an actress on a TV Show. I am physically here but mentally I have to make a conscious decision to be part of my life. My pack is ready to go and I take it out of my closet every day and reorganize the contents everyday. A form of meditation that allows me to then check into my current life.

The difference between an addiction and a passion is it how it affects your personal life. A passion makes you a better person and an addiction feeds your insecurities. Is that understanding that makes me appreciate the other part of my life, knowing my kids support what I do make me want to be a better mother, yes, sometimes I need to have long conversations with my youngest about his fears about my safety. Fear is all relative, safety is an illusion, once you open the door where do you stop, do we stop our kids from playing hockey? how about football, gymnastics. Do we stop going backcountry skiing for fear of avalanches? I do agree that there are sports or activities that carry more risks but is impossible to eliminate risk 100%.

"All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on."

I might have to delay Running Home until May to allow my mom to recover from the surgery that she had to undergo for some skin abnormalities. It was hard to come to terms that I am not leaving soon, like telling a child Christmas would come February instead. I am ready and excited to start, I have everything I need and have no desire to buy any fancy equipment,it will be just me and a beautiful road the US Route 101, So if you run into me and like my friends say, you will know exactly the moment when we know we have lost you, is the look in my face that tells you that I am there already taking in all the beauty and challenges that I am sure to conquer.

"And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!"
Dr. Seuss

Friday, January 20, 2012

Running Home- The book second preview

I am still getting ready for my run. Things are going as scheduled. The beauty of being able to just run from my house unsupported give me the freedom that If I don't feel my kids are ready for me to go, I can just postpone.

Training had being going well until two weeks ago, I was showing signs of over training. After two weeks finally I felt whole again. That and my piriformis is making it hard to run this week. Not a major concern, I just have to be more creative while training.

The hardest part is writing the book, I have had to walk away several times. Is strange and difficult since I have to be emotionally involve in the writing to make it truthful and make justice to it but also emotionally absent to criticize the style and organize the content around the thousand memories floating around my head.

The best way I can organize my memories is by choosing the stories of the audience I hope will one day read my story.

I was at the Doctors yesterday, I was there to make sure that my fatigue was not due to something more serious such as anemia. I had my doubts but I need to make sure I am at top of my fitness before I embark on a 2600 mile quest.

The Doctor listen to my request, asked me to fill a questionnaire and left me in the room. As soon as I saw the form I recognized it. It was to assessed depression. He came back and told him my symptoms where strictly physical not emotional. He apologized but clarified that most people that suffer from extreme fatigue is mostly from depression. I explained with as much detail the reasons why it couldn't be. Only a person who has been there could know. Like a wine connoisseur would explain the differences in grapes from one region to an other to a novice. After I explained how I had no problem enjoying my life, hanging out with my family, watching Mexican soaps with my sister or driving across town to taste the best hot chocolate ever. I just felt tired after running only two hours. He seemed horrified that I wanted to ever run more than two hours! but agreed that people who are experiencing depression felt no more pleasure or desire on the things once gave them joy and I just seemed irritated that I couldn't do more.

After my visit it became clearer. The people that I want to read my story are those who are experiencing pain. Not to reinforce their notion that life is unfair, quite the contrary. To make them feel that life is fair but sometimes you need incredibly courage to claim what destiny has for you.
The book idea only came in full force when I sat at the Vision Quest Conference. I sat there listening to new developments on the sight saving research that is almost at a point where it would benefit my son Karl but I couldn't just write a cheque so they can keep going. I came home determined to find a way. My journey is about violence because my life has been marked with terrible violence but it really is the same thing. Karl's condition makes him a target for all kinds of abuse because he is vulnerable. from bulling to domestic violence and that is something I will fight until the end of my days.

Here is the next few pages of the chapter. there would be no more updates after this one. the next few pages where incredibly hard to write and I prefer to keep going forward and not look at those pages again.

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Running Home.

Is hard to know when my story truly begins. Knowing my parent history is not hard to imagine how my life evolved the way it did.
I was born in Mazatlan Mexico, the last of 5 children born to two young parents.
My parents relationship was difficult but so where the lives of most Mexicans that we knew. You just made the most of what you got, at least we had a roof over our heads and eat three meals, even if they were simple, we had food. We grew up in a small house, two rooms for all 7 of us, and we always had relatives living with us too, it didn’t matter how bad we had it, there was always always someone worse off than us that needed our help. Our bedroom resembled a hospital ward with rows of beds pushed together.

I can’t say that I ever saw my dad drinking but things where not normal. He was always out and when he came back he would wakes us up to keep him company or watch TV at 2am. Things always turned quickly .One moment we would be singing along, playing and the next minute someone was being punished.
Being the youngest I was spared of the worse physical punishments, I was the one mom sent to calm my dad when he became enraged. It was difficult to hear him punish my siblings, even after he quit drinking; disciplining them as he called it never really went away.
My mom came from a better family, she really never had interest on my dad, he was poor and of a different class. But she liked the attention he gave her so one day my dad offered to take her home, a simple, seemly harmless act that changed her life.
My dad got carried away, didn’t stop. Ashamed and feeling remorse he stood at my grandparent’s house asking for forgiveness and to take responsibility for what happened.
My grandfather refused to allow my mom back home being disgraced, she left right then.She left with my father, a man she barely knew. My parents married a few weeks later in front of a couple of friends only; neither of them was 16 years old yet.
In spite of how it began, I never got the impression that my mom didn’t love my dad, the contrary, they seem deeply in love, years later my mom would tell me the truth. She was practical; no sense on dwelling on things but she never loved my dad.

I have never doubted that there is a God but after what happened next I started to think he has a sense of humor. My dad eventually quit drinking. One evening after coming home drunk, he found my brother Hector helping our sister Muneca with her sawing project. He didn’t want any sissies at home, he said, just before punishing Hector so severely he had to be taken to the hospital. When he found out what he had done the next morning he finally admitted he had a problem and walked to his first AA meeting

I wondered many years how my life would have been if I had been born to a father who didn’t have a drinking problem. I know better now that to wish thing to be different but for many years, when I was in pain, imagining a different life for myself was the only way of coping.

After my dad quit drinking, almost overnight things improved dramatically, my dad got a promotion and we moved to Culiacan, Mexico. We settle in a modest neighborhood but it was luxury compared to the last home. These are the memories I cherish the most about my father; the kind loving man and I believe that even my mom started to fall for him too. I saw a man who stood firmly for injustice, a man whom never refuse help to anyone even if it meant he would go hungry himself.

But things didn’t stay happy for long, all the years of heavy drinking, stress and smoking finally caught up. One evening while we were at the movies. Dad started to feel ill. I was sitting on his lap and my mom was next to us, he felt nausea and mom gave him a hard time for eating too much junk, she asked me to stay behind with my siblings as she took dad home. That would be the last time I saw my dad. By the time the movie ended and we all walked home they where loading him into an ambulance. He had a massive heart attack and died three days later.

I was eleven then, I was the only one to not cry, I loved my dad but he had only been my real father for the last two years and even though he had been sober, we still walked on eggshells waiting for the day he came home drunk again. It seemed that it hit my mom the hardest, gone was the strong woman. She became frail almost birdlike. My three older siblings, Carlos, Hector and Muneca became the breadwinners overnight. They where 18, 16 and 14 and were responsible for themselves as well as my sister Lourdes, my mom and me.

I have to admit that I started to breath a little easier. I falsely thought that things where about to improve for us now that we didn’t have to worry about my dad ever drinking again. I was soon to be proven terribly wrong. What I didn’t know was that as bad as things where at home, dad had somehow protected us from all sorts of evil. With him gone and mom on a fog things could only get worse and I was about to find out about how much. If being the youngest had protected me from the worse at home, outside our house it only made me the most vulnerable.

Friday, December 30, 2011

“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.”

I was recently looking for equipment for training my clients; one of them suggested I try to search Craig’s list. I was shocked to find tons of stuff. Most of the headlines read “hardly used” so as the New Year approaches a lot of you will be making their resolutions I been thinking a lot about what makes someone quit. I don’t make New Year resolutions; I am of the mentality that as soon as I realize I need to work on something or change something right then is the right time. How many times have I heard the “ I will quit smoking after New Years/my vacation/ my birthday” I just think to myself, why? Is that going to be your last Vacation/New year/? You eventually have to manage being around other people who smoke so do it now!

But if you are considering making some health changes you all have my support. Here are some common mistakes.

Start small.
As an endurance junkie this might sound hypocritical but my ‘small’ might not be ‘your’ small. All journeys start with a single step. I often see beginners take on to much and that adds to disappointment and quitting because you are setting yourself to fail. If you are a beginner establishing a routine is the most important, be realistic about how much time and effort you can commit and go for it. I have a daunting goal ahead of me but I broke it into smaller tasks and then applied it. I started with establishing running without a day off first, then increased my distance then added the heavy pack. If you are thinking of bettering your time start by adding speed training to your routine on what you think your body can handle safely, once or twice and don't worry if you don't hit your target every time, you will hit your desired pace once, then twice and so forth. The most important here is that you are trying to change your behavior and mentality, non runner to runner, slow runner to faster runner, couch potato to gym goer.


Stop making excuses.

It hard for everybody and sure there are times that is harder for us than for anybody else but is that the real reason why you are not doing it? My past success on overcoming challenges is that I take ownership always, I spend more time trying to figure out what I contribute to the problem than what other did. I can’t control others but I have control on my actions. Sure I been victim of unfair circumstances that I had little control of it but I took ownership 100% on how I reacted to it and how much I let it affected me. Sometimes it will be hard or impossible because of injuries or commitments but that is never the reason to quit. When it becomes hard for me to train because of circumstances I focus on the other things that I need like planning the logistics of my quest or getting ahead on my responsibilities. So when the window of opportunities opens again I am ready! Stop looking around to find excuses of why you can't do it and start spending time focusing on how you can make it happen. Remember that you become better at what ever you spend most energy on, an if the energy is spent on making up excuses you will just become better at finding more excuses and is that really what you want? I remember the first time I was criticized for running ultras way back when I started, somebody was telling me about a conversation of somebody who was trash talking about me " who do she think she is?" she has only been running for a few months. My friend was upset until she noticed I was smiling, she was puzzled " is fabulous" I said "A few months ago everybody pity me, no body wanted my life, all people where talking about about me was did you hear? now somebody wants my life!i had just gone for something that person had made excuses for to not do and that's why he was upset because I was about to show him that it could be done of you only had the guts to do. Stop making excuses and go for the life you want. When you find yourself at rock bottom learn to rock climb.


Commit

This is a big one. I see lots of new runners or people at the gym at the beginning of the year and just fade away the next few months. Why? Anything that is worth having takes effort. Like a marriage, at the beginning is all butterflies and excitement then it turns into responsibility and doing someone’s laundry, but is all on what you focus on. When I decide I want something I embrace all aspects of it since they are all integral part of the whole project.
The moment you decided to take charge on your health you didn’t say “ I will get healthy until it gets too hard or boring” Is exciting to start something because everybody is supportive and excited for you too. “ Go for it” “100% behind you” In no time things change when it starts affecting your old life, all of a sudden you are not cooking all 3 meals from scratch or changing the sheets every two days or meeting your friends for a drink every Thursday. I took a long break last year, I was getting pressure from everywhere and continuing at the pace I had been going was not possible. Both of my kids needed me home, Karl because of his condition, teachers struggled to find the right plan for him and needed my full attention as he adapted to his new school, Hans' grades started to plummet so I needed to take charge, while I knew that his lower grades where more about the social distractions in particular video games, I swear you can see a pattern of lower grades every time Call Of Duty releases a new edition I was being blamed for it. "You focus on saving the world more than me” First of all I don’t give up much to conversations like that, I want my kids to be givers not takers. Like I told Hans, instead of thinking that I am favoring sons you should be on your knees thanking God every night it wasn’t you the son who was going blind because the odds where just as high. What bother me is not that it was true, but what if he though so? I spend a year and a half watching SNL with both of my boys and making 100’s of Waffles for sleepovers until Hans had no excuse for bringing C's home then he had no choice but to admit what i knew. “ You are right mom,I haven’t had the best attitude towards learning lately and blaming you was the easiest way of justifying it”

Through it all I never lost my commitment towards my goals, I simply had to exercise patience, deal with setbacks as they came and maybe had to modify my plans a bit.

I wish you much success in the next year and all others to come; there is nothing more rewarding than taking control of one’s life. I am know as an incredibly stubborn person and that has cost me some friends or relationships but if somebody doesn’t respect your decisions they shouldn’t be in your life anyway. The way I see it, this is my life and I am in the driver seat. I am often surrounded but the most talented people in the world and I am blessed for that but not even then do I sit back. I surrounded myself with people better than me not because I want them to take care of me but to learn and grow. Is irrelevant of who they are, the way I see it, in my life, I am the president and CEO of my destiny.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Running Home- The book preview

I haven't post in such a long time. Somewhere down the line things became so complicated. I like the way my life is right now but I also miss the simplicity of what running used to be for me so I am going back to the basics again.
I created Running Home A Journey To End Violence, a project that will take me from my house in Delta, BC where I live to Mazatlan Mexico where I was born. I decided it was time to write the book i been meaning to write. I wanted to go to Everest before I did that, I was so focus on making it happen. A lot of people that knew about my desire to climb have always been worry about the dangers, I have never been afraid, i know that if somebody tells me it cant be done is only because they can't picture it themselves. We all fear something, and my fears aren't mountains, I respect them, but I don't fear them. Then I realized what my fear was, standing up to my past so I couldn't delay writing anymore.

I started writing it a few months ago and I became almost paralyzed, is hard reading my journals again, I keep them because I will not deny who I am.
I am so much different than the woman of those pages, but to write the book I had to take myself back to those times, it's not easy, the only thing that helps me get through it is to know that I am not there anymore.


Here is the preview of the first pages, is a rough draft, many more corrections will be done before it will be published.
But I wanted to share it with you, the people that through this blog has held my hand when it got really hard for me. Thank you :)

I open my eyes but I can’t see. Everything is blurry. I blink several times to see if that helps and try to move. I am facedown, I can feel and taste the blood pooled beneath me. Just then all the senses come at once, the sharp pain on my head, on my face, I hear the TV on the background and I am surprise that is in English, I have been living in Japan for about 4 years now, I moved to Tokyo at age 19 on an entertainer visa and most of my circle speaks Japanese. My eyes adjust to the intense light, I recognize the place, I been here before many times. Is the apartment of a guy I just dated, an American model that went back home a few weeks prior.

I try to get up but when I move I get nauseous and dizzy so I just roll to my side and lay on a fetal position. Then I hear him and I remember, his roommate! I ran into him last night. “ Well, sleeping beauty, you are finally up” He sounds upbeat and not very concerned that I am laying on his floor bloody “ What happened? ‘ I ask. “You had a bit too much to drink and you fell and hurt yourself” Sorry I said, deeply embarrassed but also confused.

When I saw him at the club I was on my way to meet some of my girlfriends before heading home after working late. Jason, a tall, all American boy was standing by the entrance and introduced me to his new roommate. “ Watch her” he told him“ Norma the fiery Mexican likes dating my roommates” Then he handed me a drink, I didn’t want to drink last night but I didn’t want to be rude either. Just one I thought.
Sure I have blacked out before, but this time was different, all I had was one drink, and then I don’t remember anything else.

Jason strokes my head as I lay there, I close my eyes again overwhelmed by the pain now being insufferable. Then I hear the sound of a zipper being undone.








I am a liar and a coward. Sure I didn’t intended to lie but by not speaking up I might as well be lying. All I ever wanted was to not hurt anymore

I successfully created a new identity for myself and almost got away with it too, married, had kids and formed a family. Nobody that meets me have an idea of what really went on my head for many years, the shame, the fear, the rage, all they see is a good mom. But I couldn’t build a house out of sand, all of a sudden I am watching it all being washed away, the divorce and later my oldest son diagnoses left me raw.

I been so busy fighting a dragon, one mean beast call blindness that is threatening my son that I didn’t notice it at the beginning. All of a sudden people around me are calling me brave,or amazing. All I am doing for my son is what I should have done for myself a long time ago. My kids are too important to not have the amazing life that they deserve. I feel uncomfortable with being praised, maybe because most of my life I have been accustomed to being told what I had done wrong.

I am an ultra distance runner. Since 2007 I have run long distance races all over the world, even a record on all 7 continents. I started running when my oldest son Karl was diagnosed with Cone Rod Dystrophy. I don’t remember much about that day, Doctors were struggling to figure out what was happening to him. I remember the words progressive, incurable, might lead to blindness. Karl was relieved, he had been telling us that he really had trouble seeing, Doctors didn’t believe him, they didn’t see anything wrong until one fine Doctor knew what to look for.

I was devastated; I though that life was being cruel in the most despicable way. I have never doubted that there is a God; many times I have trouble accepting that terrible things happen, even under his watch.

Running became my escape. I wouldn’t say that running saved my life, only I could do that. Over the years I have understood that nobody or nothing except for my attitude can save me or complete me. I have no control on things or people. The only thing I can control is my attitude and the choices I make.I decided long ago that I didn’t want to live my life in pain or suffer anymore,I have chosen to be positive no matter what, to have faith that this is where I am suppose to be.

Running is what I did to take the edge off when I felt the pain was becoming unbearable. It wasn't always that way, the unhealthy me used to burn herself with cigarettes when pain became too much. But not anymore. I have work so hard to build my new life and be the healthiest mother my children could have. The day after my son was diagnosed I went for a long run, I wanted to run until my skin came off but it didn’t instead I felt better when I returned home. During those long runs at 4am in the darkness I felt stronger finally. All the memories that I had worked so hard to erase came slowly at first, but once I allowed one memory to appear I couldn't stop them all from coming. I had wrongly assumed that if because I had never allowed myself to think about it they would eventually fade.I was standing at the eye of the storm.

Since the day I sat at the Doctors office with my oldest son Karl, I have fought a lot more than a terrible diagnose. Shortcuts lead to dead ends and I had encounter mine, the only way out of it was through it.

When I started running ultra races, some people asked me what I was running away from, what they didn’t know was that I was running towards something. It was time to look at evil in the eye; I was ready to confront my past.

Here is my story



Monday, October 3, 2011

Last weeks training plans.

What a week has been. It seems like the minute I posted that I was ready and excited to start the new training plan the universe decided to play a trick. It was time to use my own advice. I had the training plan ready but ended up change it to managed my fatigue and crazy unscheduled events that happened.
First of all, let's look at the beginner training plan. For my son Karl whom by Doctors orders had to start exercising more was a bit difficult, the goal for me was to have him use to the idea that 3 times a week we was going to exercise. My other son is in the same school with him so he now walks to and from school, a 1.5 mile round trip, he was self conscious before walking alone and maybe tripping in front of the other kids that walk to school. He likes martial arts but he wasn't loosing weight so I added strength training twice and spinning once, I taught him to use the machines since the idea is that he is comfortable going to the gym. I gave him an easy routine the he can follow on his own, i did them with him a couple of time now I work out nearby so he can ask me questions but mostly i let him do it on his own just supervising that he is adjusting the machines properly and using proper form.

Here is a sample
Leg press 2X 14 reps
Leg curl 2X 14 reps
Leg extension 2x 14 reps
Chest press 2x 14 reps
Lat pull down 2x 14 reps
Biceps 2X 14 reps
Triceps 2x 14 reps
crunches 2x 15 reps

I tried to avoid free weight for Karl, is very intimidating for him to be standing in front of all the other guys. He has been coming with me for two weeks now and he is more confident, not sure I can say he enjoys it but the more comfortable he becomes the easier it to convince him to go.
My advise for beginners who want to run i would advice to start walking, I really like Jeff Galloway's training plan to run walk. Like i said the most important at the beginning is to get used to the idea of setting the time aside. The length of the walk will depend on your motivation and fitness level so no excuses, we all know how to walk, if you are really ambitions, try walking for 4 minutes and running for 1 until you reach the desired time.
Leticia is an intermediate level, her running plan is simple. She is planing on running a 10k in 5 weeks, not ideal to start training only 5 weeks prior but she is fit and had run on and off for years, summers are busy with the family so she takes a break form running and does yoga and hikes a bit.
Her running schedule was 2 miles a day for 5 days and a long run of 4 miles on Sunday and two short hills added to the Wednesday run, she can mix walking and running.

Strength training is circuit training at my house with dumbbells and resistant bands with 1 minute rest between sets for a total of three sets.
Lunges
burpees
bent over dumbell row
pushups
squats
v sits
triceps kick backs
Dumbbell shoulder press

She warms up with 5 minutes of skipping, she loves the fast pace and we usually play latin music so it feel very bootcamp, she gets bored at the gym so we keep it fun.

My sister and I train together, she is fit and highly motivated, her Doctor too told her to loose weight, she practically lives to work out so my plan for her was to increase the intensity of her workouts and to spice it up, she is been doing the same things for a long time so her body has adapted nicely to the training load.
her running was similar to Leticia's but i took her trail running with me, she also was able to handle more distance. 4 miles a day for 3 days and two days of 3 miles with hills added on Wednesday.

Her strength training was the routine i do, day 1 upper body, day 2 lower body, day 3 rest, day 4 full body, day 5 rest, day 6 full body. I love super sets, working one major muscle group then adding a dynamic core exercise or plyometrics. More sport conditioning.

On the days we work upperbody i hit the same muscle with 2 or 3 exercises, like Incline bench press, decline bench press and dumbbell chest press on ball. on the days that we work full body we go over the major muscles groups, once or twice depending on time or how tired we feel.

My running didn't go as planned. I had intended for a week of 54 miles and ended up way short, had trouble physically and mentally. I decided to just go with how I felt, i ended up riding my bike a couple of times instead of running.

My kids both got sick, Hans had Streptocouccus infection and kept me busy, the Karl started to have major nosebleeds that I had to go to the ER when i came home and it looked like a scene of Friday the 13 ( he didnt think was funny, when i said, were is the chainsaw) I know better than to speak if you take your child with what looks like signs of trauma to the ER. The nurse asked me to not speak and asked Karl instead, how often do they happen and how often are the this bad? when did they started? I couldnt remember when but Karl remembered clearly, in grade 4 he said, I got hit by a football on the playground and then I started to run into the playground often after. It was true, that was the first time I had been called for Karl, that was the first time the teachers told me that something was wrong. My heart sunk. The next person to walk into the ER was a male around my age, he was accompanied by family as well, he was clearly in distress, his companion spoke this time, he didn't speak English. " He is an alcoholic" You do know we are not a rehab, the nurse said, we can stabilize him but cant do more than that. We all sat in the wait room, them and us, holding bloody towels and buckets. I wanted to stand and punch that man, hard, to hit him until it hurt, to ask him why, he was physically perfect but seemed determined to trow it all away. But I didn't, his family was in pain, and really I dont know what possible can drive somebody to that point in life.

The next few weeks I will be working hard on laying the foundation, I am exited about possibly running Badwater but I also know that right now is when I need to lay the foundation to the success. If i jump to soon into training then I will be scramming at the end to make sure my kids are OK.

I hope this help you a bit, the way i figure out, we fall into one of these categories.
stop making excuses and just go and do what you can. Need to be more consistent.
Are stuck in a rut.
or like me continue doing what you love but ignore what you dislike which is usually what you need to work on the most.
my next post will be about nutrition a very important but often overlooked part of training.


Qué semana ha sido. Parece que el momento en que publique que estaba muy emocionada de iniciar el nuevo plan de ejercisio el universo decidió jugarme una mala pasada. Era el momento de usar mi propio consejo.Yo había preparado el plan a seguir, pero termine cambiandolo porque la semana estuvo muy ocupada y no me sentia bien.

En primer lugar, vamos a ver el plan de formación para principiantes. Para mi hijo Karl, que por órdenes de los médicos tenían que comenzar a hacer ejercicio era un poco más difícil, la meta para el fue que él haga a la idea de que tres veces a la semana que tiene que hacer ejercicio. Mi otro hijo está en la misma escuela con él asi que ahora camina a la escuela, como unos 2 kilometros de ida y vuelta. A él le gusta las artes marciales, pero no estaba perdiendo peso, así que he añadido pesas dos veces por semana y bicicleta una vez, le enseño a utilizar las máquinas para que él se siente cómodo de ir al gimnasio. Le di una rutina fácil de la que puede seguir por su cuenta, que los hice con él un par de veces ahora vamos juntos pero yo hago lo mio y si tiene preguntas o necesita ayuda estoy disponible.

He aquí una muestra

Leg press 2X 14 repeticiones

Leg Curl 2X 14 repeticiones

Leg extension 2x 14 repeticiones

Chest press 14 repeticiones

Lat Pulldown 2x 14 repeticiones

Bíceps 2X 14 repeticiones

Tríceps 2x 14 repeticiones

2x 15 repeticiones abdominales

Ha venido conmigo durante dos semanas y que esta más seguro, no puedo decir que lo disfruta, pero ya no se queja tanto de ir.

Mi consejo para los principiantes que quieren correr es que empiezen a caminar, me gusta mucho el plan de entrenamiento de Jeff Galloway qye es de alternar correr y caminar.Como ya he dicho lo más importante al principio es hacer rutina. La duración de la caminata depende de su motivación y nivel de condición física que no hay excusas, todos sabemos cómo caminar.

Leticia es un nivel intermedio, su plan de entrenamiento es muy sencillo. Ella quiere correr 10 Km en 5 semanas, no es lo ideal para comenzar a entrenar sólo 5 semanas antes, pero ella está en forma y ya ha corrido esa distancia, los veranos son ocupados con la familia para que ella hace yoga generalmente en los veranos.

Su horario de entrenamiento es de alrededor de 3 kilómetros por día durante 5 días y una larga carrera de 6.5 kilometros el domingo y dos subiditas cortas añadido a la carrera miércoles, se pueden mezclar para caminar y correr.

El plan de Leticia es entrenamiento en circuito en mi casa con pesas y bandas de resistencia con 1 minuto de descanso entre series por un total de tres sets.



Lunges
burpees
bent over dumbell row
pushups
squats
v sits
triceps kick backs
Dumbbell shoulder press


Salta la cuerda por 5 minutos para calentar. le encanta el ritmo rápido y por lo general música latina por lo que se siente muy bootcamp, se aburre en el gimnasio, así que siga siendo divertido.

Mi hermana y yo entrenamos juntas, ella está en forma y muy motivada, su médico también le dijo que para bajar de peso, ella a estado haciendo las mismas cosas durante mucho tiempo por lo que su cuerpo se ha adaptado muy bien a la intensidad de entrenamiento.

Ella corre la misma distancia que Leticia, pero me llevó a correr conmigo a el monte y senderos. Tambien puede correr mas distancia que Leticia, 6.5 kilometros por día durante 3 días y dos días más de 4.5 kilometros.

Su entrenamiento de pesas era la rutina que hago, el día 1 parte superior del cuerpo, el día 2 parte inferior del cuerpo, el día 3 de descanso, el día 4 de cuerpo entero, el día 5 de descanso, el día 6 de cuerpo completo. En los dias de solo la parte superior por ejemplo trabajamos el mismo grupo muscular con 3 ejercicios distintos de el mismo grupo muscular tambien añadimos un ejercicio de núcleo dinámico o pliometría. Más deporte acondicionado. Como salto de banco despues de una session de squats.

Mi entrenamiento no fue como estaba previsto. Tenía la intención de una semana de 54 kilómetros y terminó manera corta, tuvo problemas físicos y mentales. Me decidí a ir sólo con lo que sentí, que terminé subiendome a la bicicleta un par de veces en vez de correr. Se supone que haria, 12 kilometros al dia con 24 el domingo. solo alcance a hacer 7 kilometros al dia ciando entrene a mi hermana.

mis hijos los dos se me enfermaron, Hans tenía una infección Streptocouccus y me mantuvo ocupada, Karl comenzó a tener sangrado de nariz que no pude parar asi que teve que ir a la sala de emergencias cuando llegué a casa y parecía una escena de pelicula de miedo. ( no se rio cuando le dije que parecia Jason de la pelicula Halloween) Si llevas a tu hijo a la sala de emergencias es mejor que el hable, la enfermera de la sala de emergencias me pidió que no hablara y le preguntó Karl las preguntas, ¿con qué frecuencia ocurren y con qué frecuente son tan graves? ¿Cuándo comenzó? Yo no podía recordar cuándo, pero Karl recordaba con claridad, en el grado 4, respondió, fue golpeado por una pelota de fútbol en el patio y luego empezo a tropezar con las cosas y paredes. Es cierto, esa fue la primera vez que me llamaron por Karl, que era la primera vez que los profesores me decían que algo andaba mal. Mi corazón se hundió. El siguiente en entrar en la sala de urgencias era un hombre de mi edad, iba acompañado por su familia, se notaba que estaba grave, su compañero habló este tiempo, él no habla Inglés. "Él es un alcohólico" Usted sabe que no somos un centro de rehabilitación, la enfermera dijo, le podemos estabilizar pero no puedo hacer más que eso. Nos sentamos en la sala de espera, ellos y nosotros, rodeados de tuallas llenas de sangre y cubetas para el vomito.. Quería ponerme de pie y golpe que el hombre, duro, lo golpearlo hasta hacerle daño, para preguntarle por qué, era físicamente perfecto, pero parecía decidido a tirar su vida a la basura. Pero no lo hize, su familia estaba en el dolor, y realmente no sé lo que es lo que le sucedia para conducirlo a ese punto en la vida.

Las próximas semanas voy a trabajar duro, quiero correr el campeonato de Badwater asi que necesito trabajar mucho. Espero que hayas encontrado algo que te pueda a ayudar con tu entrenamiento. Despues hablaremos de nutricion.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Are you ready?

If anybody ever asked what would be my most important personality trait it would be that I am incredibly naïve. I really believe that things are possible, even when confronted with hard fact of why I will never succeed as long as I can picture it clearly in my mind then is possible. Time and time I have succeed but most important time and time I have failed, is then when being naïve had helped me tremendously, when that happens I never hear, they are right, I hear, what went wrong and what do I do to improve it?

I came back from TransAlps believing that I am improving, that my running is getting stronger and that I am on the right path to a fantastic Badwater race if I am selected again. Even though I got sick, I finished closed to where I should be, after all, anybody who finished ahead of me was truly better, some will always be, but some where only better for the time being, and that’s why sports are fun, at least during training we can all dream that we are the world champions, Olympians, sure every time I go to a race I am proven wrong but when I am back home training I believe again I will be the one on the podium next. In real life I am single parent, over stretched and always worry about my next paycheque, in training I am the next big star.

Motivation number one, it allows me to dream.

I recently went out on a date, sure I been asked out before since Charlie and I broke up but this is the first time I actually went to my closet to find my “ date” clothes, which btw, they smelled funky, like they been on a box under my bed ‘cause they were. It was somebody I have known for a very long time, back when I was in sales and wore nice suits and expensive jewelry. We never really took the next step; even then I knew that our priorities were not the same. He is a very successful man, he had been married once and it helped him realized that family and kids was not what he wanted, sort of George Clooney. We sat there, at the restaurant, from the distance, maybe things hadn’t changed much but looking closely I have changed draatically. He was distracted by one thing, my funky bracelets, gone is the Tag Heuer. Replaced by a functional Timex Ironman. The red bracelet I wear is more a symbol than anything, when I was climbing Aconcagua, one of the guides was wearing a simple read thread around his left wrist, after a few days of being stuck on a tiny tent together, I finally asked why, he told me that his girlfriend was a very superstitious person, that this was his first job as an assistant guide, he had been a porter for 5 years prior and finally was promoted, his girlfriend had put it on to ward of jealousy and envy since the other porters where going to resent him for sure, he told me he thought it was all silly but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I am not superstitious, I lean more towards science, but I told him to take it that I meant that she care, let her love you, I told him. Last year every seemed to go wrong, my sister is very superstitious and was telling me all the things I needed to do to, I jokingly said that as things where going, I was willing to dance with a chicken under the moonlight, and while you are at it to put the read thread, she found a read thread on her sawing kit, as she was putting it around my arm I realized that she truly wished me a better life, I have had it ever since, I bought a more durable one in Spain on a recent trip, one for her one for me, Oprah and her friends might have their marching diamond rings, my sister Muneca and I have matching red bracelets. I after telling him my story I realized that nothing had changed, we were still not right for each other, “Your kids will be gone in a few years, can you imagine the trips we can take?” I told him that it would be more likely that I would then sell everything and move somewhere I can do the things that I love the most every day, trail run, climb and live a life of service, I can’t picture me living in Monaco.



That was a few days ago, today, I went out on the perfect date, a lot of sweating and little clothing on a beautiful trail, as I run, I felt strong, free, happy. We all get lonely sometime, but if I date or choose to be with somebody it will be because he is right for me not because I am lonely.

Motivation number two, running makes me happy


A lot of people know that my dad died very young, not a lot of people know of how he died, a massive heart attack. I was 11 years old, we were at the movies, I was sitting on his lap when he felt chest pain, and my mom and him left leaving me and my siblings to watch the rest of the movie. That was the last time I saw him. He died three days later my oldest brother was in the hospital room when it happened. My dad was 41 years old; he had been an alcoholic most of his life, finally quitting a few years before he died, he had a very troubled life, his escape had been alcohol all his life, he tried doing right by us, working hard to send us to private schools even though he didn’t earn much. After quitting his smoking increased and he seek comfort food. When he died, life got much harder, he left his young family very vulnerable, that is really when my nightmares began, I though the worse I was ever experience was watching my dad loose his temper against my sibling but unfortunately when it comes to evil, there are many shades. As a single parent I experience stress often, some are manageable some are overwhelming, by choosing a positive outlet I am looking after me and ultimately protecting my kids. It might seem hypocritical that the same woman who dreams of one day climbing K2 also worries about being there for my kids, there are not the same, my dad died of a destructive lifestyle and I found my passion. Sure, because of my kids I slowed down, you can have it all, just not at the same time. I am patient

Motivation number three, running allows me to have a positive outlet to stress.

I can go on and on, the more I give it meaning the more likely it is that I will stick to it. Your reasons might be very different than mine, what matters is, that they have meaning to you.
You can spend the rest of your life making excuses of why you never accomplished the things your always wanted or you can start working on the steps to get you there. Dreams don’t come with an expiry date.


Estas listo?

Estoy tan emocionada! vamos a cambiar nuestras vidas! Creo que el primer paso para cualquier cambio será el compromiso. Anthony Robins dijo una vez que nuestro comportamiento está guiado en dos principios simples, el de buscan el placer y / o evitar el dolor. Así que primero tenemos que estudiar en profundidad lo que consideramos el dolor y el placer. No hay ninguna razón para que te dé consejos sobre entrenamiento y nutrición, a menos que primero te convenzca de que el viaje a un mundo mejor, usted, yo, nosotros vale la pena.
Se podra difícil, a veces muy duro y más entre comprometidos que estemos los mejores serán las probabilidades de que usted tengamos éxito.

Yo me trato bien. No siempre fue así, muchas veces en mi vida que no me trata bien, no hay problema, lo que importa ahora es que finalmente me dije hasta aqui. Ese fue el primer paso de muchos a seguir. Con los años, cada paso en la dirección correcta consolidó mi camino.Así que echemos un vistazo a mi motivación.

Si alguna vez alguien le preguntó cuál sería mi rasgo de la personalidad más importante sería que soy muy ingenua. Realmente creo que las cosas son posibles, incluso cuando me enfrento a dura realidad de la razón por la que nunca tendrá éxito siempre y cuando me lo imagino con claridad en mi mente, entonces es posible. Muchas veces he tenido éxito, pero lo más importante es me michisimas mas he fallado, es entonces cuando ingenua me ha ayudado enormemente, cuando eso ha pasado nunca pienso, están en lo cierto, pienso, que salió mal y qué puedo hacer para mejorar?

Volví de TransAlps con la certitud de que estoy mejorando, que mi carrera es cada vez más fuerte y que estoy en el camino correcto a una carrera de Badwater fantástico si soy seleccionada de nuevo. A pesar de que me enfermé,terminó cerca a donde debo estar, después de todo, cualquiera que terminó por delante de mí era realmente mejor, algunos siempre lo será, pero algunos que sólo es mejor para el momento, y es por eso que los deportes son divertidos, por lo menos durante el entrenamiento es que todos podemos soñar que somos los campeones mundiales, olímpicos, cada vez que voy a una carrera me doy cuante que no es asi, pero cuando estoy de vuelta de entrenamiento en casa creo que de nuevo voy a ser la proxima en el podio. En la vida real yo soy madre soltera, muy ocupada y siempre se preocupada donde llegara mi proximo cheque de sueldo, cuando corro soy la próxima gran estrella.

Motivación número uno, que me permite soñar.

Hace poco fui a una cita, seguro de que me han invitado a salir desde antes de Charlie y yo rompimos nuestro compromiso, pero esta es la primera vez que realmente me fui a mi armario para buscar a mi ropa de salir, que por cierto, que olía a raro, como ha guardado, porque ahí la encontre en una caja debajo de mi cama . Se trataba de alguien que conozco desde hace mucho tiempo, cuando yo estaba en ventas y llevaban trajes buenos y joyas caras. En realidad, nunca llegamos a más, desde entonces yo sabía que nuestras prioridades no eran las mismas. Él es un hombre muy exitoso, que había estado casado una vez y le ayudó para darse cuenta de que la familia y los niños no era lo que el quería, una especie de George Clooney. Nos sentamos allí, en el restaurante, desde la distancia, tal vez las cosas no habían cambiado mucho, pero mirando de cerca yo que he cambiado drasticamente. Me di cuenta que se le quedaba viendo a mis pulseras, ya no uso el Tag Heuer. Ahora lo e reemplazado por un Timex Ironman muy funcional. La pulsera de color rojo que uso es más un símbolo que nada, cuando yo estaba subiendo el Aconcagua, una de las guías que llevaba un hilo simple rojo en su muñeca izquierda, después de unos días de estar atrapados en una tienda de campaña pequeña finalmente le pregunte por qué , me dijo que su novia era una persona muy supersticiosa, que este era su primer trabajo como asistente de guía, que había sido un portero durante 5 años antes y, finalmente, lo habian promovido, su novia se lo había puesto el hilo rojo para protejerlo de la envidia ya los porteros otros donde lo va a resentir con seguridad, me dijo que pensaba que era una tontería, pero no quizo herir sus sentimientos. No soy supersticiosa tampoco, me inclino más hacia la ciencia, pero yo le dije que para el significaba que ella lo queria mucho y queria protegerlo, dejate queres le dije. El año pasado casi todo me salio mal, mi hermana es muy supersticiosa y me contaba todas las cosas que tenía que hacer, en broma le dije que haria lo que quisiera cont al de perder la mala suerte, si quieres bailo con una gallina cuando salg ala luna llena! Ella me puso el hilo rojo, cuando lo estaba poniendo alrededor de mi brazo me di cuenta de que realmente me deseaba una vida mejor, lo he tenido desde entonces, me compré uno más duraderp en España en un viaje reciente, uno para ella para mí, Oprah y sus amigos pueden tener sus anillos de diamantes pero mi hermana y yo Muneca tenemos nuestras pulseras rojas. Cuando le conte la historia a mi cita me decirle que mi historia me di cuenta de que nada había cambiado, que todavía no eramos adecuados el uno para el otro ", pero tus hijos casi se van de tu casa en unos años, ¿te imaginas los viajes que se pueden tomar?" Yo le dije que sería lo más probable que cuando eso suceda lo mas probable es que vendere todo y me mude a algún lugar donde pueda hacer las cosas que más me gusta todos los días, correr en montaña, trepar y vivir una vida ayudando a otros. Eso fue hace unos días, hoy salí a la cita perfecta, sude mucho e use poca ropa en un bonito sendero, mientras corro, me sentía fuerte y feliz, libre. Todos nos sientimo solos en algún momento, pero nunca quisiera elegir a alguien por la soledad, solo sino porque es la persona adecuada para mi.

Motivacion número dos, correr me hace feliz

Mucha gente sabe que mi padre murió muy joven, no mucha gente sabe cómo murió, de un ataque masivo al corazón. Yo tenía 11 años, estábamos en el cine, yo estaba sentado en su piernas viendo la pelicula cuando sintió dolor en el pecho, mi mamá se lo llevo a casa dejandome a mí y mis hermanos para ver el resto de la película. Esa fue la última vez que lo vi. Murió tres días más tarde, mi hermano mayor estaba en la habitación del hospital cuando ocurrió. Mi papá tenia solo 41 años de edad, el había sido un alcohólico la mayoria de su vida, finalmente, dejar de beber unos cuantos años antes de morir, tuvo una niñez muy tragica, su escape había sido el alcohol durante toda su vida, trató de hacer lo correcto por nosotros, trabajandoduro para enviar a las escuelas privadas, aunque no ganaba mucho. Después de que dejo de tomar siguio fumando y comiendo mucho buscando refuguio a los demonios que lo consumian. Cuando murió dejó a su joven familia muy vulnerable, que es en realidad cuando mis pesadillas comenzaron. Y siempre pense que vivir con un padre alcolico seria lo peor que me succederia, pero desafortunadamente cuando se trata de maldad hay muchos matices. Como madre soltera que experimentan estrés con frecuencia, algunos se pueden controlar otros no. Es por eso que yo busco encontrar algo positivo que me mantenga de mente sana tambien. Por la elección de un escape positivo me estoy cuidando a mí y tambien protejo a mis hijos. Puedo parecer hipócrita que la misma mujer que sueña con un día en escalada K2 también se preocupa por ser buena madre para mis hijos, no es lo mismo, mi padre murió por su estilo de vida destructivo y en cambio me encontré mi pasión. Claro, porque de mis hijos, ahora no empaco todo y me voy a escalar las montañas mas peligrosas, se puede tener todo, pero no al mismo tiempo. Soy paciente

Motivación número tres correr me permite tener una salida positiva a la tensión.

Puedo seguir y seguir, entre mas razones pueden encontrar es mucho mas seguro que ustedes tengan éxito tambien. Sus motivaciones seran muy diferentes a las mías, lo que importa es, que tengan significado para ustedes.

Puede pasar el resto de su vida inventando excusas de por qué nunca has logrado las cosas que tu siempre has querido, o puede empezar a trabajar en los pasos para llegar hasta allí. Los sueños no vienen con una fecha de caducidad.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

TransAlps race report

TransAlps Race

Just got back form TransAlps race. It was a race to remember.
I arrived in Kempen Germany a few days before the race; I was to meet my teammate for the first time in his hometown before heading to the race about 7 hrs away. I lot of people warned me against running such a grueling race with a stranger, even one of the race organizers wanted to make sure I understood that it was risky since on such events even the best of friends have disagreements. Even though I had a couple of minor problems with my teammate before the race I decided that since we had talked about expectations, I wasn’t fast, that he could do better if he wanted to place. My teammate said, “You have endurance, that’s all that matters.” So how bad could it be?

I loved Germany, people are friendly and everybody welcome me warmly, we did a couple of interviews, my teammate was know in his small town for having won the worlds triathlon for his age group a few years back as well as wining local races.
Problems really began once we started on the road to the race, I seemed whiny when I complained of long drives with just water and eating snacks, I have been know to be very cranky if don’t eat well, I really dislike junk, I crave kale and other veggies and salivate at the thought of quinoa with beans and nuts.

The race began at Oberstdof, Germany on Sat 3th, Stage one was a gentle 27.2 K with 1806 of elevation gain and 1496 of elevation lost finishing in the town of Hirschegg, Austria. I felt great that day, running hills has never been my strength and that day was no exception, when my teammate saw me run up hill for the first time he had the look of a man who just saw his girlfriend for the first time without her Victoria Secret’s push up bra, a bit disappointed. But on the downhill we caught up and finish a strong 31st team, now since I have run with some of the people on the race I knew that finishing 31st was a dream.

Stage 2 was a grueling 53.2K with 2481M of elevation gain and 2913M of elevation loss, I felt OK but for some reason I wasn’t as fast a s the day before, my legs where tired but on a long day especially so early on the race slowing down wasn’t too bad, it ended in Schruns, Austria.

Stage 3 was delayed due to bad weather and the stage was re routed but still was 43K long; I had a hard time, the wind the rain. Many people would quit these day, including Spain’s elite mountaineer Edurne Pasaban. We arrived cold and tired to Switzerland. We been camping and cabin fever was taking place significantly now, the excitement of the race was now over and the reality that we still had 5 more days of these was starting to weight in my teammate, he was unhappy and there was no holding back.

Stage 4 was 39.9K long with 2339M of elevation gain and 27M of elevation loss, the weather was milder but I felt tired and my stomach hurt like somebody punched me hard, it hurt to breath, I stayed behind with a group and that’s where I realized that a lot of people where feeling the same, some of the people on the back had done TransAlps before and place quite well but for some reason a lot of us feel sluggish and incredibly tired. The two Americans I was talking to both partners were out and were now on their own, slow but on their own, I tasted freedom,” you mean I can do that?” they say sure, a lot of team had now split for many reasons. My teammate caught up to me and I mention that we could do that, I said, “I know you been unhappy and that you where talking about how hard it was to go slow since you are use to running fast, I have a solution, we can become solo and we go our own place” this is what I said, I swear that you would have thought that I said “ you know teammate the girls and I where noticing how small your feet are, and you know what they say!” All the passive aggressiveness was now gone and it was full blown argument. He flipped.
Now, I usually keep details out of my blogs, I had a similar incident while climbing, is the very nature of doing something physically demanding and having different personalities causes frictions every time. I have thought about the incident many times, is not the argument is the words are spoken while angry that matter at the end. He called me a liar and a pretender, that stung, that if he had know that I was such a terrible climber as well as a slow runner he would never have asked me to come, I didn’t want to run the race with a stranger, I said no for about 6 months, repeatedly telling him that there were many better runners than me, but he didn’t want to hear it,” you have endurance, that’s all that matters” he said. Eventually I said yes, after all it was TransAlps race and I have always wanted to run it.

Later I found that he had heard about me through an article at Runners World magazine, unknown to me. The article refers to me as an elite ultrarunner, that’s why I shun the world athlete when talking about me, I am average at best and I don’t mind it one bit. I am average on a not so average group, the ultrarunners. I was ready to pack and go home, except for feeling lousy that day, I thought we where doing great, I recognized a lot of the runners and knew it was a very elite group, plus yelling at your teammate on day 4 of 8 days was a bit premature, like yelling at your pregnant wife for being the fattest at the delivery room, long ways to go I thought. I didn’t take it lying down, the old me would have try to smooth it over and try to get thought, now I didn’t put up with it one bit. Eventually I told him that it was possible to finish as a team but we could never be friends afterwards. Advise to guys, in an argument, stick to the issue; this is not the time to tell her that you hate her mother as well. We arrived In Scuol, Switzerland second last and I moved to camp with the other runners and left him to car camp with his friend.

Stage 5 was a short day, 6K but vertical, the nice thing was that we not only got to sleep in a bit, we also stayed at the same town for a couple of nights, it was nice to have some time to sightseeing. It was a great day for my teammate; he was able to run hard like he had wanted, I felt better now that I was able to sleep and eat when I wanted, car camping with my teammate and his friend meant that I had to ask when I needed something, and often I had to wait until they where ready to help me.

TransAlps organizers and volunteers are among the best I have seen. They accommodated our needs fast and without a hassle, not easily done when you have such large group but it always felt like a local 5k to me not like the large elaborate event like it was.

The next few stages where my favourite, I was now feeling stronger and healthier, it still hurt to breath deeply but it was not as strong, I started to take Ginko Biloba, something that I use when I mountaineer, it suppose to help with altitude, Stage 6 was 37K and 1332M elevation gain and 1474 of elevation loss, we where now running up one mountain, the past stages we had to run up two or three, and the downhill was dreamy, I have always loved running downhill, is my favourite, is like dancing, by now my teammate was starting to feel fatigue, and I was feeling better, I could see the face of disappointed when I caught up to him quickly, the downhill was 16K, we later laughed because he was actually begging for an uphill so I could slowdown, he run downhill well but he was far from light. All I could think when I heard the pounding was” ouch, he will hurt tomorrow” this stage was also the most beautiful. We entered Italy though a canyon. These are the moment where I feel, this is why I do it, not the version of non runners, the addiction, the runners high, so many times I have wish for a runners high, no luck, mostly is painful but if you let go and relax then something happens, after so many days of being in pain and having everything hurt, it didn’t, I felt great, running to feel better after being sore from running, too long, like drinking alcohol to cure I hangover I thought.
The body is a wonderful machine, it will adapt to the changes and excel, we don’t stop exercising because we are to old, we grow old because we stop exercising.

Stage 7 was the stage that I feared the most, we had to climb to over 3000M that day, I hardly slept fearing timing out. We started in Mals at 8am as usual. That day more people quit, the leading Salomon ladies, quit because of injury I was told, also many people simply couldn’t face one more long day and simply walked away, there are never right or wrongs, we all reach different breaking points. It was not mine yet. You have no idea ho wit felt to stand on top of that big mountain with plenty of time to spare, and nothing but downhill ahead, I caught up to my teammate and decided on the plan to run without stopping on the last aid station and run straight to Schanders.

With stage 7 behind and only stage 8 to finish, I felt pretty confident about finishing as long as we didn’t fall and break anything. At only 30K and 1700 it was a fast day, by now the pain was completely gone and I could take full breath, no more painful shallow breaths. The climb went fast and stayed with my partner most of the time or not far behind, by now I was observing other people around me to figure out the best way to go up and realized that the best runners where hunched over when climbing, I became the Hunchback of Notre Dame and climbed faster than I had, finally I was getting a hold of things and it was my last day, the excitement, the beauty of the mountain, I run the hardest I have run in a while, I guess you can say I experience the runners high, I was 100% taken by that moment, nothing else matter, not the early struggles, the pain, nothing, I felt completely taken by that moment. We run that day the best we had done, 272K. I think we all operated on a high that day, in spite of passing over 200 runners on the last 18k we still crossed the finish line 38th mixed team. I didn’t care one bit, I was happy to be there, to have done. My teammate was finally happy, I had run him into submission; finally he had a bit of what he had been searching on a partner. I cant help if he felt disappointed, if he looked at me and realized, that he was capable of doing the same things that I had done, that I was not extraordinary or especial. I didn’t feel regret or embarrassment, yes, he could do it, the only difference between him and I was that I HAD done it. You know when people said that they hate certain painter’s work because it looks like something they could do? Well, you didn’t and that’s the difference. That what I teach my kids, the world belongs to the once that dare, talent is nothing if you are unwilling to do the work.

Everybody wants to learn a new language, very few people are willing to do what’s necessary to learn it, I speak three only because I am not afraid of making a fool of myself and I am willing to work hard.

I could show you lots of pictures of the race but there is one that I love the most, the one that will stay with me. Is the face of the last person to cross the finish line, the last person to complete the race, you can see the sweepers behind her, celebrating her, I stood there watching arrive, you could see she was using every ounce of energy and courage to continue, I saw her the day I got sick, she was struggling, a lot of us struggled one time or an other, for her, the struggle was daily but she continued, I had face a day where I didn’t know if I could do it and it was scary, she did the race everyday afraid yet she choose to continue and give her best anyway. I stood there yelling, “ you are amazing” and I meant it/ It’s a shame that some people will never learn that as much as I admire all the people that stood on the podium at the awards dinner, I admire people like her too, how could I be disappointed of anything Sure I came motivated and excited to train after all I want to see my best, what that is will not be up to me, if I go to my next race and I am the woman on the picture I hope you will know that I will feel noting more than amazing. Go and take chances, you can spend the rest of your life waiting for the right moment but maybe the right moment is now. Go and take chances, you can spend the rest of your life waiting for the right moment but maybe the right moment is now. fear can hold you back if you let it paralyze you or it could be the force that drives you, I can tell you that i fear more not trying that not succeeding.



Acabo de volver de la carrera TransAlps. Ha sido una carrera para recordar.
Llegué a Kempen Alemania unos días antes para encontrarme con mi compañero de equipo por primera vez en su ciudad natal antes de dirigirnos a la carrera alrededor de 7 horas de distancia. Muchas personas me advirtieron que no hiciera la carrera con un desconocido, especialmente una carrera agotadora y dificil como el TransAlps, incluso uno de los organizadores de la carrera quería asegurarse de que yo entendía que era arriesgado, pues en tales eventos, incluso los mejores amigos tienen desacuerdos. A pesar de que había un par de problemas menores con mi compañero de equipo antes de la carrera, decidí que ya que había hablado acerca de las expectativas, que no soy muy veloz, que incluso él podría hacerlo mejor si fuera con otra corredora. Mi compañero dijo: "Usted tiene la resistencia, que es lo que importa." Entonces, ¿que malo podía suceder?

Me encantó Alemania, la gente es amable y todo el mundo me dio una calurosa bienvenida,hicimos un par de entrevistas, mi compañero de equipo era conocido en su pueblo por haber ganado el triatlón mundos para su grupo de edad hace unos años, así como ganar carreras locales.
Problemas realmente comenzó una vez que empezamos en el camino a la carrera, a el le pareci un poco enfadosa cuando me quejaba de sed y hambre, si me conocen saben que me pongo de muy mal humor si no como bien, no me gusta la chatarra, me encantan los vegetales.

La carrera comenzó en Oberstdof, Alemania, el sáb 3 º, la primera etapa fue corta, solo 27,2 K, con 1.806 de subida y 1.496 de desnivel acabo en la ciudad de Hirschegg, Austria. Me sentí muy bien ese día, correr montañas nunca ha sido mi fuerza y ese día no fue la excepción, cuando mi compañero me vio correr cuesta arriba por primera vez, tenía el aspecto de un hombre que acaba de ver a su novia por primera vez sin su super sosten de Victoria Secret un poco decepcionado. Pero en el descenso nos pusimos al día y un final fuerte 31o equipo, ya que he corrido con algunas de las personas en la carrera asi que sabía que terminar 31 fue un sueño.

La etapa 2 fue un 53.2K agotador con 2481M de desnivel y 2913M de la pérdida de altura, yo me sentía bien, pero por alguna razón que no corri tan rápido como el día anterior, las piernas cansadas, pero donde en un día especialmente tan temprano en la carrera de desaceleración no fue tan malo, terminamos en Schruns, Austria.

La etapa 3 se retrasó debido al mal tiempo, pero todavía fue de 43K, tuve un momento difícil, el viento la lluvia. muchas personas abandonarían la carrera ese día, incluyendo la élite alpinista de España Edurne Pasaban. Llegamos con frío y cansado a Suiza. Estabamos acampando y ahora el estar durmiendo en un camper se estaba haciendo insoortable, la emoción de la carrera había terminado y la realidad de que todavía tenía 5 días más de ellos fue a partir del peso de mi compañero de equipo, no estaba contento y no había vuelta atrás.

Etapa 4 se 39.9K largo con 2339M de desnivel y 27 millones de la pérdida de altitud, el clima era más suave, pero me sentí cansada y me dolía el estómago como si alguien me hubiera golpeó duro, me dolía respirar, yo me quedé con un grupo y ahí es donde yo se di cuenta de que mucha gente se sientia igual, algunas de las personas en la parte posterior había hecho antes TransAlps e uncluso habian quedado en un lugar bastante bien, pero por alguna razón muchos de nosotros nos sentimos muy débil y cansados. Las dos estadounidenses que estaba conversando conmigo ese dia sus parejas estaban fuera y ahora, ahora corrian pos su propia cuenta .sentí el sabor de la libertad ", quiere decir que puedo hacer eso?", Dicen que, una gran cantidad de equipo se habían separado ya de muchos razones. Cuando alcanze a mi compañero le comente que podiamos corer individual: "Sé que estas frustado y que donde dijiste que era difícil que ir despacio ya que estas acostumbrado a correr rápido, tengo una solución, podemos llegar a ser solista y seguir a solas.", esto es lo que le dije, te juro que por la reaccion de el crearas que nos estabas riendo de el, comos si enlugar de eso le dije” Hey estabas comentando que tienes el pie chico y ya sabes lo que dicen! "Toda la agresividad pasiva se fue y todo el renconr salio a la superficie. por lo general trato de no hablar mucho de los detalles de mi blog, tuve un incidente similar cuando escale Mt McKinley, es la naturaleza de hacer algo físicamente exigente y con personalidades diferentes causas fricciones en todo momento.He pensado en el incidente en muchas ocasiones, no es el argumento son las palabras que se hablan con la cabeza caliente que al final cuenta. Él me llamó mentirosa y farsante, que si él hubiese sabido que yo era una corredora tan mala nunca me han pedido que venga, yo no quería correr la carrera con un extraño, le dije que no por unos 6 meses, en repetidas ocasiones le decía que había muchos corredores mejores que yo, pero él no quería oír ", que tiene resistencia, que es lo que importa", dijo. Finalmente le dije que sí, después de todo era la carrera deTransAlps y siempre la habia querido correr.

Más tarde me enteré de que había oído hablar de mí a través de un artículo en la revista Runners World, algo que no sabia .El artículo se refiere a mí como una ultra corredor élite, es por eso que no me gusta que me llamen atleta y menos elite, a mi me encant acorrer y participo en muchas carreras pero no soy de las mejores. Ese dia despues de el pleito, Yo estaba lista para empacar y regresar a mi casa, me senti mal ese día, además gritar a su compañero de equipo el día 4 de 8 días fue un poco prematuro, como gritarle a su esposa embarazada por ser el más gorda en la sala de partos, deje de corer y camine el resto de la carrera ese dia. Finalmente le dije que era posible correrla hasta el final como un equipo, pero nunca podríamos ser amigos después. Llegamos a Scuol, Suiza casi al último s y yo me mudamos al campo con los otros corredores.

Etapa 5 fue un día corto, 6K, pero vertical, lo bueno fue que pudimos dormir un poco, también nos quedariamos en la misma ciudad durante un par de noches, que era bueno tener algo de tiempo para hacer turismo. Fue un gran día para mi compañero de equipo, pudo correr duro como él quería, me sentía mejor ahora que yo era capaz de dormir y comer cuando quería, cuando acampaba con mi compañero y su amigo pedir Cuando necesitaba algo.
Los oganizadores deTransAlps y voluntarios son de los mejores que he visto. Nos falicitaban ayuda a nuestras necesidades rápidamente y sin ningún problema, no seria fácil de hacer cuando se tiene gran grupo tal, pero siempre me sentí como si estuviera corriendo una carreara local de 5k en lugar de una carrera tan elaborada como esa.

Las próximas etapas fueron mi favoritas, me estaba sintiendo más fuerte y saludable, aun así me dolía al respirar profundamente, me dolia menos, comencé a tomar Ginko Biloba, algo que uso cuando escalo, se supone que debe ayudar con la altitud , Stage 6 era 37K y desnivel 1332M y 1474 de la pérdida de altura, que donde ahora subiendo una montaña, las etapas anteriores tuvimos que correr dos o tres, y la bajada fue de ensueño, siempre me ha gustado correr en bajada, es mi favorito, es como bailar, por ahora mi compañero de equipo estaba empezando a sentir la fatiga, y me sentí mejor, pude ver la cara de decepción cuando me reuní con él rápidamente, el descenso fue de 16K, que más tarde se echó a reír, porque en realidad estaba pidiendo una cuesta arriba para que yo pudiera desaceleración, que correr cuesta abajo bien, pero estaba lejos de ligero. Todo lo que podía pensar cuando oí los golpes era "le va a doler todo hoy en la noche!", esta etapa fue también la más hermosa. Entramos en Italia a través de un cañón. Estos son los momentos donde me siento feliz, donde se porque me gsta tanto esto. no la versión de los no corren, que es adicción, no es una adiccion, es passion!, me empeze a sentí muy bien, despues de sentirme mal por corer tantos dias, lo que necesite fuen corer mas! como beber alcohol para curar la Resaca.
El cuerpo es una máquina maravillosa, que se adaptará a los cambios y sobresale, no dejamos de hacer ejercicio, porque estamos a los viejos, nos ponemos viejos porque dejamos de hacer ejercicio.

Etapa 7 fue el escenario que más temía, que teníamos que subir a más de 3000m de ese día, casi no dormía por temor a tiempo de espera. Empezamos en Mals a las 8 am como de costumbre. Ese día, más personas abandoraron la carrera, como el equipo femenino Salomon, debido a una lesión me dijeron, también muchas personas simplemente no podía soportar un día más largo y simplemente renunciaron ese dia, todos tenemos un punto de ruptura. No fue el mío todavía. No tienen n idea como me senti cuando puse pie en la cima de esa montaña grande, y lo que restaba de el dia era mi parte favorita, la bajada. me encontré a mi compañero corrimos el resto de la etapa sin parar hasta que llegamos a Schanders.

Con la etapa 7 y sólo detrás de la etapa 8 hasta el final, me sentí muy segura de terminar con tal de que no me cayera y me rompiera nada. En 1700 sólo 30K y fue un día mas facil, ya que el dolor había desaparecido por completo y pude recuperar el aliento completo, sin dolor. El ascenso fue rápido, los ultimo’s dias estuve observando a otras personas a mi alrededor para encontrar la mejor manera de ir hacia arriba y me di cuenta de que los mejores corredores se jorobaban al subir, me convertí en el jorobado de Notre Dame y subi más rápido los ultimo’s dias. El último día, la emoción, la belleza de la montaña se apodero de mi el100%. Me olvide de los pelitos el dolor, nada más importo,

Corrimoss ese díade lo mejor. Pero a pesar de pasar más de 200 corredores en los última 18k cruzamos la meta como equipo mixto 38. No me importaba lo más mínimo, yo estaba feliz de estar allí,. Mi compañero de equipo fue finalmente feliz,

Que lastima que el se sintio defraudo, decepcionado,el se dio cuenta de que él era capaz de hacer las mismas cosas que yo había hecho, que yo no era extraordinaria o especial. No me sentía remordimiento o vergüenza, sí, que podía hacerlo, la única diferencia entre él y yo era que yo ya lo había hecho. Usted sabe cuando la gente dice que odia el trabajo de pintor como picasso, ya que se ve como algo que podía hacer. Bueno, no lo hizo y esa es la diferencia. Les enseño a mis hijos, el mundo pertenece a los que se atreven ha vivir plenamente y no le tienen miedo al trabajo duro. el talento no es nada si no estás dispuesto a luchar duro.

Todo el mundo quiere aprender un nuevo idioma, muy pocas personas están dispuestas a hacer lo necesario para aprenderlo, hablo tres, porque yo no tengo miedo de hacer el ridículo, y estoy dispuesto a trabajar duro.

Podría enseñarte un montón de fotos de la carrera, pero hay una que más me gusta, la que va a quedarse conmigo. Es la cara de la última persona en cruzar la meta, la última persona en completar la carrera, se puede ver las barredoras detrás de ella, la celebración de ella, yo la vi llegar, con el rostro de determinacion y el coraje para continuar, yo la vi el día que no me senti bien, ella ya cansada, para mi solo fue un dia largo, para ella, la lucha era a diario, pero, continuó, ella decide continuar y dar lo mejor de ella de todos modos. Cuando paso frente a mi le grite, "eres increíble" y lo dije en serio /¿cómo puedo estar decepcionada si das lo mejor de ti que esperas ve I toma roesgos. Da lo mejor de ti no esperes. Puedes pasar el resto de su vida esperando el momento adecuado, pero tal vez el momento es ahora.