QuiltCon is just a day away!! I am so excited I may pee my pants! First QuiltCon EVAH!
On February 9th, Amy and I decided to split the distance and travel to Dallas for the Hot Chocolate 5K! I originally wanted to do the 15K, but once I saw you had to maintain a 15 minute or better mile, I knew it was probably best to stick with the 5K this time around. I have driven through Dallas many times but have never stayed there. It’s fair to say, it wasn’t the best trip!
Amy and I went to the expo on Friday to pick up our race packets. I fully expected something fun but there were very few people there and not many vendors. Fail. The best thing that came from it was the swag!
The race bag was pretty cool. Mine was red and Amy’s was blue…we decided to switch! The only thing in the bag was the technical hoodie. I have to say, I really like this sucker! It’s quite comfy. The inside of the hood is orange to match “Chocolate”. There was a vendor there with Biscoff cookie spread. We had seen some people leaving with cartons of this stuff. We could either choose a carton (12 jars) of one type of spread or we could take 1 of the crunchy jars and 1 of the creamy jars. Amy and I opted for taking one of each since we weren’t entirely sure what it would taste like. It’s extremely non-nutritious! Basically, it’s just ground of cookies to make a spread. The crunchy was delicious and I swear laced with crack. That’s beside the point…
After the expo we went and watched “Side Effect” at an old mall that had half of their stores closed and the other half weren’t really worth shopping in. Oh, there was a tattoo parlor too. You know…just in case you want to get some ink done while you’re there. We also found a local BBQ place for lunch which was quite good!
The next morning we left earlier than planned, which was a good thing since the race organizers and Dallas Police really made a mess of things. Originally we were told we could use gates 5-12 to park. When we got there, they only had gates 9 and 10 open. They were funneling 12,000 participants through 2 gates. The police weren’t really directing traffic well either. On top of that, they closed down the extra lanes which forced everyone into one lane. Ok, fine…but did you really have to close them off so 3 lanes were merging into 1 in the same spot? Not very good planning…and, the police directing traffic? No where to be seen in those areas. Well planned, Dallas, well planned.
We parked a mile away from the start line/corrals…yep a mile! So, we got a bit of a warm-up in on our way! It was in the 40’s, maybe right at 50 (can’t remember exactly), so that extra walking at least got us a little bit of heat started on the way to the corrals.
We passed the area where you pick up your goodies at the end and saw an odd sign:
We were wondering if we were supposed to use that area to lay down in once we finished the race!
Since Amy and I are not the fastest of runners we were in the very last corral, Corral G.
We had just enough time to cool back off before the race started! Everyone was bouncing around trying to stay warm. This is us before!
They let all of the corrals go one at a time. Once A was gone, we waited 3 minutes and they let B go. While it is a good idea to allow a little bit of space, I was ready to go!!
We finally got to the start and were able to get the party started.
The horn blew and we were off. It felt good to get moving and start warming up some. The weather was perfect for running, not so much for standing around! We were a little packed together at the beginning, but much better than several of the other larger races I’ve done. This one was by far the largest I’ve ever done though.
The trail mainly went around the streets surrounding the Cotton Bowl area.
We had an overpass with a view of Downtown. To infiniti and beyond!
Toward the end there was a live band playing…that was pretty awesome!
Finally, we reached the finish line with a time of 49:40. Amy beat me by 1/100th of a second! 😀
It was after we crossed the finish line that I understood the “No Sitting or Standing” sign!
The line was well managed to get your hot chocolate. We didn’t have to wait at all.
We threw caution to the wind and sat our happy butts right next to the sign and enjoyed our hot chocolate and various goodies to dip in the chocolate fondue!
While the route to get in to the park was a mess, the race itself was well organized. While I enjoyed the race, the stress of the traffic before and after left a bitter taste in my mouth. If I do this race again, it will be if it comes to Houston or Austin. I won’t be going back to Dallas!
Many years ago I went with my parents to Zion National Park where we attempted to hike Angels Landing. My Mother and I made it to Scout Lookout but that was as far as we went. My Father tried to go to Angels Landing but turned out when he realized how tough it was going to be. Now that I’m in better shape, I decided that I wanted Mike and I to tackle Angels Landing this year. I had already climbed a rock wall this year, surely I could hike this trail!
One of the stops on the shuttle trail takes you to the trail head for the Narrows. From this stop, you can see the Great White Throne (left) and the end of Angels Landing (right). We weren’t able to actually see anyone, but I’m sure there were people there!
Mike and I started the hike around 7:40-8:00 AM. The shuttles will drop you off at the Grotto, where the trail starts, before the visitor center opens so if you want to hike this trail with minimal direct sunlight, I recommend starting early! I had just learned the day before that the hike to Scouts Lookout was 2 miles, not 1, and the hike to Angels Landing was .55 miles, not .25. So, the entire hike was twice as long as I had expected! The total mileage will be 5.4 miles.
As we were on the shuttle heading that way I started getting more and more nervous. I always get nervous before races and this was pretty much that same feeling. What if I couldn’t make it? What if I had to tell my friends and family that I had to turn around? All of these thoughts were going through my head but I managed to keep them turned down enough that I didn’t chicken out!
From the Grotto you cross over the street to the steel bridge.
The first part of the trail is by far the easiest! So, enjoy it while you can! You’re well in the canyon on start and the views from the bottom are almost as beautiful as from the top! It follows the river for a bit and we saw some wildlife.
These Whiptails (not sure if that’s the right name or not but we saw a restaurant in town with a metal version of the lizard, by that name, so that’s what we called them!) were all over the place!
After going up a few of the switchbacks, I took a break to shoot a picture from where we started.
I stopped to take several -ahem- picture breaks…yeah, picture breaks!
And…the wiggles just kept on going!
We finally came upon a section of the trail that went between two mountains and was relatively flat, which enabled us (me, as Mike seemed unshakable) to catch our breath some. It was quite pretty and cool (since the sun wasn’t shining through yet).
Just when you think you’re almost to Scout Lookout, the smaller wiggles attack. Holy Steepness, Batman! I had to stop a lot more on these tiny switchbacks than I did the larger ones. You can’t see how many are left, so just when you’re thinking you’ve got to be close to the top you’re faced with yet another climb.
Then finally, you reach Scout Lookout which isn’t very big but it’s big enough for someone to wait comfortably while you finish the hike to Angels Landing, or eat a snack or lunch. The views are quite nice from here as well!
If you look to the right you can see the trail to Angels Landing, as well as the Great White Throne.
I sat down for a bit while Mike decided to go check things out. By check things out, I mean he climbed to the end to see if it was something he thought I could do! My legs/muscles weren’t tired at all (which was an improvement) but my breathing was horrible. Between my throat issues and the higher altitude (I’m a flatlander!) I was fighting for oxygen. That’s Mike in the white T-shirt and jeans.
While he was climbing, I was watching the chipmunks scurry around. They kept checking out my water bottle and hoping I’d give them food. Sorry little guys, but I’m not feeding the wildlife!
The rise of rock is a little misleading from this angle. It doesn’t look that bad.
I was able to use my 42x zoom to see Mike on the top ridge! I love my camera. At least I knew he’d made it that far!
This is the ridge he was on, right at the end of the trail.
Soon enough I saw Mike back close to the bottom waving at me to come on. On my way to the start, where the chains begin, I see this sign. Yep, in the last 8 years 6 people have fallen to their deaths. That’s almost one a year. Not very comforting!
As I sat at Scouts Lookout, I saw several people start the climb only to stop and go back down. As I got closer and started climbing, I understood why. Yes, there are chains there for your use, but the chains don’t go from beginning to end. They kinda stop and start in different places. In fact, there is one spot where there are no chains and it’s not very clear where you need to go. When in doubt, just keep going up.
After climbing what felt like hours (was more realistically just about 15 minutes) I could see the daunting task still left ahead. I’m not necessarily afraid of heights, but I’m afraid of falling. I’m a bit of a clutz, so I was concerned that I’d be one of the people who made a wrong step and tumble to my death. My game plan was to just keep my eyes on where I was stepping and not look over the edge too often. Since it’s only one way up and one way down, we had to move over several times to either let people pass going up or going down. It was at those moments I’d look around and snap some pictures.
There were several spots on this trail that had drop offs right next to the trail.
Take this spot for instance, only about 3-4 feet of a rock bridge separate you from…
The climb was slow and strenuous. I was asked a couple of times if I had asthma and even had someone offer me her inhaler, so I know I was huffing and puffing pretty good! Mike, on the other hand, is part billy goat and had no issues. We had come pretty far so far and I was feeling pretty confident I was going to make it, finally!
See?! I told you these guys were everywhere, even way the heck on the top of the mountains.
We finally made it to the end! You can sort of see where we started the trail (center) here.
The view was gorgeous. There was a 360 degree view of Zion Canyon! By the time we got to the top it had taken up 2 hours and 15 minutes. The sun was starting to glare down and was quite hot most of the way down too.
You can see the river winding through.
From the top, the Great White Throne doesn’t seem as high up! Proof that I actually did make it. That’s right…I was able to quiet the doubting voices and push through. Even Mike wasn’t sure if I’d be able to make it to the top, but I proved him wrong too! He didn’t tell me that until we were done though, which I was thankful for.
There were a lot of people taking their time at the end, enjoying the views, taking pictures, re-hydrating, and refueling. Mike and I stayed for a bit. After all, how often are you going to get views like this?!
But, in the end, we knew we had a long way to go to get back to the start again!
Was it worth all of the huffing, puffing, and discomfort to hike Angels Landing? Yes, it was. It was worth all of that and more to prove to myself that I could do it. Will I hike it again? Maybe eventually, but not any time soon! The total time of the hike was 3:51:04 (of hiking, that doesn’t count the times we stopped at Scouts Lookout and at the end of Angels Landing). If you plan on giving it a go, wear sunscreen, start early, and take plenty of water and food to keep your energy up.
As I get older, I’m starting to understand just how important it is to push yourself out of your comfort zone. However, it also gets harder and harder to make that push! My Mom and I try to get together once a year on a trip. The past two or three years we haven’t been able to because she retired and didn’t have it in the budget. This year though we went on a cruise to Alaska and had a great time.
Prior to the cruise date we bought a couple of excursions. She let me pick them out because she wanted me to do things I would be interested in. I just don’t think she thought I’d be interested in extreme sports! Ok, so maybe it’s not extreme, but it is extreme enough for both her and me. In Skagway, our last port in Alaska, we had a rock climbing, rappelling, and zip lining excursion planned. Mom had been talking herself out of it from the time we bought the tickets, but I kept telling her she was going to at least try it. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer!
As the time for our adventure got closer I started getting more and more nervous. Our driver picked us (and 6 other people) up at the dock and shuttled us to what looked like the middle of nowhere!
Our guide, Mel, was such a small girl and I remember thinking “you’re going to keep me falling? I’d squash you!” but they assured us it has nothing to do with the size of the person holding the rope but the technique used. Since we were beginners (me, mom, and Pam from North Dakota) we went to the shorter part of the wall (50 feet). I’m not exactly sure what I was expecting, but I thought the beginners would have an easier wall to climb, not just a shorter one! This wall was flat and very intimidating!
Pam went first, and it looked very difficult but she made it to the top so I decided I could do it too. Once Mel knotted me in the rope my stomach was churning. I got about a foot off the ground and was stuck. I couldn’t see anywhere to put my feet or hands next. I kept telling her I was stuck and couldn’t go anywhere. Mel pointed out what she said were foot holds, but to me they looked like pebbles sticking out from the wall. Supposedly a jut the size of your thumbnail will hold you….haha…right. I wasn’t that confident! So, down I came and we moved over a little bit where it looked like there may have been more options. Once I started on that side and remembered to keep my body close to the wall everything went much better. If you stick your butt out…it becomes the center of gravity and you will fall! It took me a while but I did it! I made it all the way to the top and touched the chains!
Coming down was just as scary, maybe even more so because you’re having to trust completely in the person holding the other end of the rope. But, once my feet touched the ground, I was so excited to have done it! It was one of the best feelings I’ve had in a while.
Once Mom was able to push her fear aside she finished as well. I was so proud of us both! Now, would I do it again? I’m not sure…it was scary as hell but it may not be as scary the second time around. The zip lining was a blast! I will definitely be doing that again when I get a chance!
I am in a funk today. You ever have those? The ones where you just want to run away screaming from all humanity and hide in a cave for a week?
Last week I sent an email to a co-worker asking her opinion on a question. It was a simple question, or so I thought, that would just require a “Yeah, that works for me” or “No, I’m not comfortable with that.” Either way, it was no skin off my nose I was just kinda thinking out loud via email. Apparently, that’s not necessarily the best thing to do. It turned in to this big deal and I’m still not quite sure why. But…it is what it is.
That, along with a bunch of other small stuff is just building up to a crescendo. Eventually, something has got to give. The question is what. If I can just make it to May, I’ll have 9 days off while I’m floating on a big boat toward Alaska and I can’t wait!
This brings up another stress point, however. My habit of overeating on vacation is gnawing at the back of my mind. I’ve made a lot of healthy changes over the past 2 years and suddenly I’m worried that I’m going to lose all of that if I decide to indulge a little bit. That is just plain silly! Or is it? There is a strong possibility that I could overindulge one too many times and not workout while I’m cruising, which then would put me in the “I’ve screwed up so badly what’s the point? I’m always going to be fat.” mindset and THAT could very well be my downfall.
So, what’s a girl to do? Think it through and visualize how I want to be while I’m there. I’m usually an all or nothing girl when it comes to stuff I’m hooked on. For example, sugar (52 days and counting) and diet coke (3 years). Does that mean that I won’t ever eat sugar again? No, realistically I know that’s not going to happen! However, I need to be more aware of what sweets I do decide to eat. Instead of eating chocolate covered strawberries, almond M&Ms, chocolate cake (see a theme here?) I need to pick one dessert that will be rich and luscious and the ONLY item I allow myself that day, or maybe even for the week. If I keep trying to mentally prepare myself, I think I’ll be ok!
What tips and tricks do you have for surviving vacation without gaining weight?