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About Eric

Immunologist and Infectious Diseases Research Scientist by day, ultra runner and mountain adventurer in my spare time. Blogging about whatever comes up in life.

Guts and Bugs; The Human Microbiome

A topic I’ve often brushed aside or been very curt on to date is what my lab research deals with, there is more to me than just running šŸ™‚ Ā The overall focus of my group is mucosal and intestinal HIV infection, but one of the largest areas of focus is theĀ relationshipĀ between bacteria and HIV infection, specifically one’s commensal bacteria. Within each and every one of us lives a diverse microbiome, consisting of hundreds of different bacterial species. Each one colonizing a specific niche within us, many having beneficial and symbiotic roles, and yes some pathogenic species we’d be better off without. In the past several years technological advancements have allowed for rapid and very thorough analysis of these bacterial species that reside within the various compartments of the human body; leading to a better understanding of the complexity of the human microbiome and many more questions yet to be answered. In the past several months I’ve received a flurry of questions from friends about the human microbiome, personal microbiome sequencing and fecal transplants. I’ll avoid the latter for now, but know that I am familiar with them and I do know Dr’s that I can recommend if people want a recommendation.

In the past year I’ve read dozens of articles about the human microbiome and probiotics and attended several talks on the subjects as well, but most of these have been in science papers relegated to the small community of scientist who study the topic. This past week I was sent a link to an article published in the New York Times on May 15th by Michael Pollan entitled “Some of My Best Friends are Germs” (click link for the article). It was one of the first articles on the Human Microbiome I’ve read that was not only written for the general audience, but where the author not only did his homework, but did a very comprehensive job discussing many of the reasons why we should ALL care about our microbiome just as much as we do our diet. In fact you’ll see that in many instances these two items (diet and the microbiome) are very intimately related.

In the article Pollan participates in a microbiome sequencing project based at CU Boulder and interviews some of the biggest players in the microbiome world, people at CU Boulder and CU Denver with whom I’ve worked, collaborated and interacted with. I won’t summarize the article, as I strongly encourage all readers to take 15-20min to read it on their own, but I will respond to and comment about a few of the points made in the article. If you want to discuss the specifics or have science questions feel free to ask me and I’ll do my best to answer.

Humane Microbiome sequencing data generated by Eric Lee.

Humane Microbiome sequencing data generated by Eric Lee.

I think one of the most critical discussions the article brings up is the ongoing ‘cleansing’ of the Western microbiome. Through our diet and daily practice we’re slowly killing off much of the diversity within our microbiome, something that may be associated with a lot of our immune disorders, obesity issues and digestive troubles that ail an increasing number of people in the ‘developed’ world. The shift in our diets away from a more plant based diet toward large amounts of meat consumption and our overuse of antibiotics and antimicrobial agents may be slowly depleting our guts of the diversity that is hypothesized to be necessary for optimal gut health.

In addition to the affects one’s microbiome has on digestive health is the lesser known idea that all the bacteria that make up our gut microbiome also play a key role in creating and modulating our immune system. Bacteria from the gut are constantly translocating across the gut wall and into our circulatory system, I can corroborate this from my personal studies looking at human gut tissue. As these bacteria move from your intestine into your body, the body is forced to respond and either identify the microbe as ‘friend’ or ‘foe’. One might think, ‘well if I have bacteria inside me, isn’t that a bad thing?’, not necessarily. Many of the commensal bacteria that live in our gut want nothing to do with colonizing the rest of us, thus simply die off and do no harm to the rest of the body, it’s our immune system’s job to recognize these and to realize that they pose no threat. Then there are the pathogenic bacteria that once they are released into our tissue want to colonize, reproduce and spread, here it’s the immune system’s job to recognize these and kill them off before one get’s a full blown infection (ie salmonella and pathogenic E.coli).

If the body isn’t trained properly and simply tries to attack EVERY BACTERIA that enters the tissue we’d be in a constant state of inflammation, ie many of the autoimmune and inflammatory bowel disorders seen in the Western world today. Alternatively if our gut isn’t properly colonized by the good comensals this creates a niche for all those bad bacteria and pathogenic bacteria (the weeds) to grow up and do damage to our body, without the benefits of good bacteria. Just like the “Hygeine Hypothesis” that was made popular in the 90s and early 2000s, we’re starting to realize that bacteria might not be so bad, in fact it appears they are necessary for us to live a healthy life.

As Pollan says in the article we are no where near having a complete understanding of all the nuances of the Human Microbiome, and what a healthy microbiome might be. Every bacterial species plays a unique role, but what these roles are is not fully understood. Probiotics and Prebiotics may be beneficial, but we don’t yet know enough to say there is a ‘best’ formula for people to take for optimum gut health. What we as scientist do know is that the health and diversity of our microbiomes is critical for many aspects of our lives, not just digestion and these are affected by many factors starting as early as birth. The goal of my ramblings isn’t to tell you to eat less meat, to go guzzle gallons and gallons of probiotic yougart or to stop sanitizing your house. All I want is for you to think about the consequences that many of your actions have on the health of those little microscopic organisisms that colonize the various niches of our body, you know, the one’s that outnumber your human cells 10 to 1. Next time you are thinking about taking antibiotics because you just don’t feel well, rub that hand sanitizer all over your child because she/he was crawling on the floor or the you pick up that big steak for dinner; remember the bacteria.

Hard Rock and Hardrock

Road rash and cuts received during the fall in Bear Canyon, the worst of the accident isn't visible though.

Road rash and cuts received during the fall in Bear Canyon, the worst of the accident isn’t visible though.

Well, this wasn’t part of my training plan, I figured once I got out of the sling and cast in December I was done with that chapter of my life. After a great run up Fern Canyon to Bear Peak (47:03) then a quick run down Fern Canyon I hit the Bear Canyon Rd at pace. I decided to see what the legs had left, throwing down some nice sub 6min/mile as I pushed down the smooth wide gravel road. About half way down I looked up for a brief moment, in that moment my toe found a Hard Rock, the rock won, and I soon found myself skidding across the gravel. My initial reaction was to simply curse my stupidity and clumsiness, but as I got up I realized this fall was a little more than a couple scratches and some road rash. My left forearm and shoulder were dripping blood, I had a couple gashes in my knuckles, but worst of all, my left clavicle, the one Iā€™d broken back in October, was very soreā€¦F#@#T%.

The road rash/scratches on my legs as well. They run from the calf to the upper thigh.

The road rash/scratches on my legs as well. They run from the calf to the upper thigh.

As I jogged the last mile home the tenderness in my left clavicle quickly grew. When I hopped in the shower to clean off the blood and dirt the cuts on my shoulders and arms stung like crazy, but once again the worst part was that my left clavicle was extremely swollen. My first thought was, SHIT I broke it again, and my heart sunk as I heard myself say this. Why, why, why? After a day off of work to rest I went to see the good folks at CU Sports Medicine for a consult and some X-rays. To my dismay the diagnosis was a hairline fracture in the left clavicle, and several weeks of taking it ā€˜easyā€™. Meaning that the main break from October was still intact and the bones were still knitted together, so while broken the bones were stable.

I was initially crushed by the diagnosis, but as with many things, a good hike (no running) helps bring clarity. As I headed back into Bear Canyon on a sunny Thursday afternoon I happened to meet up with Joey and had a nice little discussion about his upcoming Bighorn 100. This really helped to take my mind off my own maladies for the moment. As we power hiked up the road my arm felt fine, so what if I couldn’t run for a few weeks, I was training for Hardrock (or Hardwalk). If I can hike, I can train for Hardrock! So things weren’t going as planned, but sometimes thatā€™s how life is. The moments that define us aren’t the ones when things run smoothly, itā€™s the moments where life throws you a curve ball and youā€™re forced to persevere. So once again here I am, forced to readjusted training, but this time I can power hike to my hearts content and am hopeful to be back near full strength in a few weeks.

Giving Back

Crossing into the Shadow Canyon closure.

Crossing into the Shadow Canyon closure.

ā€œItā€™s better to give than receiveā€, sometimes the age old clichĆ©s hit the nail on the head. In an attempt to keep myself from running too hard and too long his weekend I signed up with several other Boulder folks to head into Shadow Canyon for a day of trail work in the Flagstaff fire burn zone. After a quick tutorial we hopped in the trucks and drove right up to the base of Shadow Canyon, where we donned hard hats, shouldered various tools and began our long trek up to the saddle 1500ft above. Most of the trail is in very good shape, not being affected by the fire, but as we neared the saddle we could see some of the damage the combination of fire and erosion had caused.

Our work zone for the day, cutting a new switchback through the burn zone.

Our work zone for the day, cutting a new switchback through the burn zone.

We split into three groups; all working on different areas of the trail reroute and rebuild right near the saddle. The dayā€™s tasks consisted of; moving logs/trees, building rock stairs, cutting out tread for the new trail, moving dirt, building log barriers and filling in the old trail with our dirt. I always forget how tough trail building is until Iā€™m back out there lugging around 40lb bags of dirt and 12ft trees trunks.

Several of the OSMP staff hiked in Great Harvest sandwiches for lunch, so we all broke around 12:30pm to chow down! After devouring our sandwiches a few of us went for a short jog up South Boulder peak, only 0.2mi and 400ft from the saddle. This was one of the first times non-OPSMP employees had been up to the peak since last summerā€™s fire. South Boulder was a moonscape, the trees had been turned into burnt match sticks and the only signs of life were little bits of grass growing in the tread. Despite all this the trail was fairly easy to follow and we soon were atop South Boulder Peak staring off at the patch work of burned and unburned forest that adorned South Boulder Peak and Bear Peak.

Looking down the South Boulder Peak trail toward the saddle.

Looking down the South Boulder Peak trail toward the saddle.

The afternoon was much of the same, dig up some rocks, level out the tread, move the dirt. By dayā€™s end weā€™d built 4 new stairs, filled in the old trail, and cut approximately 60-80ft of new trail through some pretty rocky terrain. It felt good to give back, especially since our efforts meant Shadow Canyon was even closer to reopening to the general public. Zack, Dave, Beau and John from the OSMP were great to work with and its too bad more of us trail runners/hikers/climbers donā€™t participate in giving back to the parks in this way. We constantly use and abuse our lands, but very seldom put in the hard work thatā€™s required to upkeep and rebuild them.

Trail leading around the front side of Lumpy Ridge in RMNP.

Trail leading around the front side of Lumpy Ridge in RMNP.

With my sluggish run at Quadrock the previous weekend, and the fact that my legs came out feeling so strong, it was tough forcing myself to ā€˜restā€™ this week. After a few early week short runs, Thursday I did a TT up Sanitas to test my legs, coming in just 12sec off my personal best of 19:06. This coupled with 1.5 laps of Green Mt on Saturday AM with Homie, a hike up Shadow Canyon, and a beautiful loop of Lumpy Ridge in RMNP put me at 13000ft of gain and 40miles, a rest week of sorts. Itā€™s good that my legs are feeling strong again because Iā€™ve got a lot of hard work ahead of me the next 4 weeks; with nearly 300miles and 90000ft of gain slated for the bulk of my Hardrock training. Still #4 on the Waitlist, so hopefully that June 1stĀ deadline brings some good news.

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Where Oh Where Has My Energy Gone?; Quadrock 50miler

Runners heading up Towers Rd near mile 5 of the Quadrock Trail Run.

Runners heading up Towers Rd near mile 5 of the Quadrock Trail Run.

My training wasn’t lacking (legs felt pretty good all day), it wasn’t for a lack of course knowledge (I knew the route well and where the difficulties were), or that I had forgotten gear (I was properly packed and stocked up). It was two much more minute details that led to my unraveling at the Quadrock 50miler this past weekend; lack of sleep and a little dehydration. One thing I learned long ago is that sometimes on race day you have it, and sometimes you donā€™t.

Making my way up the Howard Trail at mile 19, photo by Erin Bibeau.

Making my way up the Howard Trail at mile 19, photo by Erin Bibeau.

After crashing at a friendā€™s place in Fort Collins, Amanda and I woke at the crack of 4:30am, much earlier than I would like, but the latest possible time to get to the race start. It was a surprisingly pleasant morning, and promising to be a warm sunny spring day. The start line was bustling with all the runners and there was definitely a mix of excitement and anxiousness in the air. A few minutes after 5:30am we all lined up in the parking lot and off we went down the dirt road into Lory State Park. The climb up Sawmill/Towers went fairly uneventfully and I finally got to open up the pace heading down Spring Creek into Aid #2.

Heading up the Howard Trail with Arthur's Rock in the background around mile 20.

Heading up the Howard Trail with Arthur’s Rock in the background around mile 20.

The day was already warming and as I headed back up the Horsetooth Rock trail something wasnā€™t quite right, I couldnā€™t keep my heart rate under control, even at an easy hike and I was feeling very fatigued. While I made decent time back to the Towerā€™s Aid Station I had the feeling it was going to be a long day on the trail. Heading down Mill Creek I was terribly out of breath and my exertion did not match the pace and how my legs felt.

I was run down and sluggish the entire day and hit the 25mile turn around with thoughts of dropping to 25miles and just laying down to take a nap the rest of the day. Thankfully a little good spirit from the race volunteers brought me back to my senses. The internal monologue went as suchā€¦

Dark clouds looming ahead, thunder abounds as I climb up Spring Creek for the final time, mile 42.

Dark clouds looming ahead, thunder abounds as I climbed up Spring Creek for the final time, mile 42.

ā€œIā€™m just wiped out and could just lay down in the sun and take a nice long nap and be done.ā€
ā€œWTF are you saying? Itā€™s a beautiful day out, youā€™re moving just fine and you have no legitimate reason to drop. Donā€™t worry about what your time is going to be, and suck it up and get back out on that trailā€

So off I went back up the Timber trail on lap number two, trying to slow jog a little of the gentle uphill as my breathing would allow. The next lap went by fairly quickly thanks to some good company, despite how labored I felt on every uphill I was able to just let my legs flow downhill. As a group of us ascended the final climb up Spring Creek dark clouds began to roll overhead and the load boom of thunder continually echoed through the valley. Finally after 10 minutes a light rain started to fall, which soon turned to pea sized hail that pelted us with stinging force. Several of us donned jackets, but we all kept moving, soon arriving at the Towers Aid Station for the final time. Ahead lay several miles of downhill and flat, clearing skies and the home stretch. I headed off down the hill, legs still feeling pretty good I bombed the hill to the best of my ability. The final few rolling miles were not pretty, but I got through them and crossed the finish line in 10hours 23minutes, good enough for 40th place overall.

Yours truly running into the Arthur's Aid Station for the 4th and final time, mile 49.5, 2.5 to go. Photo by Jessie Wilburn.

Yours truly running into the Arthur’s Aid Station for the 4th and final time, mile 49.5, 2.5 to go. Photo by Jessie Wilburn.

Iā€™d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed with my overall time at Quadrock, as I was hoping for a stronger run closer to 9-9.5hours, and my legs definitely felt up to that. I am happy that I stuck it out for the full 50miles even if the run did not feel good, Iā€™m hopeful that these tough miles will pay dividends at Hardrock and UTMB. Pete and Nick put on a wonderful race, Fort Collins has some beautiful trails and the great spirit and support of all the spectators and volunteers really make this a fantastic overall event, one that I would highly recommend to anyone looking for a tough 50mile race. The course is truly unrelenting, and even if I was feeling better the constant ups and downs (total 11500ft gain/loss) will wear down even the strongest of runners. In all it was a good weekend, and Iā€™m looking forward to catching up on my sleep and continuing to push the training forward toward the main goals; Hardrock and UTMB. Special thanks to my sponsors; Hind activewear for the comfy clothing and Vfuel Endurance for getting me through the day.

Keeping it Fun

After a nice mellow taper week (48mi/8500ft) I’m feeling fairly ready for Quadrock on May 11th, which will be a good indicator of my fitness moving forward to Hardrock and UTMB this summer. Hopefully we’ll also see some dry trails and melting snow in the high mountains after Quadrock, as I’m oh so ready to breath that high mountain air on a regular basis.

Untracked snow in Long Canyon on 5/4/13. After a 5th straight week of >1ft of snow.

Untracked snow in Long Canyon on 5/4/13. After a 5th straight week of >1ft of snow.

The past several weeks on the trails have been tough going, our weekly barrages of snow (1-2ft/week) has made for many wet and muddy miles in April. While I love stomping in puddles as much as the next 10yo trapped in a 30yo body, after a while one longs for clear dry trails to and to just be able to run. As I slop through the mud and moments of frustration boil to the surface I need to remind myself why Iā€™m out in the first place. Sure running keeps me healthy, but Iā€™m out on the trails because I enjoy it. If I just wanted to stay in shape there are many things I could do that didn’t involve mud, snow and puddles of cold water but the trails give me a freedom and enjoyment I donā€™t get on the roads or in a gym.

Iā€™m sure every runner has had one of these moments of weakness; whether it be on a training run, at mile 2 of a 5k, mile 22 of a marathon or mile 90 of a 100. We are all human and are prone to ups and downs and rough patches while participating in our respective sports, the key is to remind yourself why youā€™re out there in the first place. For many of us its because we love the sport; the runners high, the feeling of successfully pushing yourself, the freedom of the run, the simplicity of the rhythmic motion, or the feeling of accomplishment after the run is completed. Whatever your reason, just remember that when you’ve hit that low or rough patch. “It can’t always get worse” and usually it’s much better, so remember the highs and all the good going forward.

Me as Spidey shredding some corduroy at Loveland on closing day, 5/5/13.

Me as Spidey shredding some corduroy at Loveland on closing day, 5/5/13.

Personally I like to give races and events a little more flair when possible with a good costume. A little color, a little flair and a little embarrassment for myself and everyone else Iā€™m out there with seems to keep the mood light and to remind people weā€™re out here to have fun, regardless of the aches and pains weā€™re fighting through. So the next time youā€™re struggling through a rough patch while running, climbing, cycling or whatever your sport of choice, pause for a moment to remind yourself why you participate in the first place. Though if all else fails just think of me in a Spiderman suit, dressed up as wonder woman or throwing out jump kicks as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle during a 100miler. Run fast, run healthy, but mostly run happy.

Me as TMNT Michelangelo executing a not-so-graceful jump kick during the 2012 IMTUF100.

Me as TMNT Michelangelo executing a not-so-graceful jump kick during the 2012 IMTUF100. Photo by LongRunPictures.com

Rocking Dana's Wonder Woman outfit at the 2012 Leadville100 as a Pacer. Photo by Kelly Chadwick.

Rocking Dana’s Wonder Woman outfit at the 2012 Leadville100 as a Pacer. Photo by Kelly Chadwick.

Mountains and More Mountains

View of the Indian Peaks Wilderness from Flagstaff Mt.

View of the Indian Peaks Wilderness from Flagstaff Mt.

Itā€™s almost May and Iā€™d be lying if I said I wasn’t antsy to get up into the big mountains. We had a beautiful weekend in Boulder (70s and sunny) and I finally had the good training run I’ve been waiting for, a solid 26mi/6300ft mountain run through the Boulder hills, on a lot of clear trails. From Bear Peak to Green Mt to Flagstaff Mt to Sanitas, I covered all of the main Boulder mountains that are open, while it was a very enjoyable but challenging run, something was definitely missing from the day as a whole. After some celebratory food and beers at Southern Sun I decided what I was lacking was the thin clean air and expansive views that one gets at 12000ft. The invite went out to head up to Rocky Mountain National Park for a jaunt up to one of my favorite high country locales, Chasm Lake.

Meeker and Longs from Chasm Junction, always a beautiful scene.

Meeker and Longs from Chasm Junction, always a beautiful scene.

One person took up the invite, so at 730am on Sunday Adelaide and I headed for the Longs Peak Trailhead to try our luck up at getting to Chasm, knowing full well that a lot of snow was still present. It was a balmy 50F at 830am at 9500ft at the Longs Peak Trailhead, much warmer than expected. The trail was nicely packed so we left the traction behind and headed on up. We slowly made our way up the hill, and as we climbed out of the trees the wind picked up and temperature dropped. The view from Chasm Junction was spectacular as always; snow glazed rock pillars jutting from Meeker, The Loft choked with snow and the immense face of The Diamond looming overhead. The final traverse to Chasm Lake was steep hardpack snow, so we decided to forgo the Lake for today, and enjoy a nice easy jog back down.

Running near Chasm Junction with Longs Peak in the background.

Running near Chasm Junction with Longs Peak in the background.

To cap off the weekend Adelaide and I stopped by Hall Ranch on the way home for a pleasant hilly 10mile run on the Bitterbrush/Nighthawk trails. From wind and snow packed trails to warm sunshine and dry dirt. A total of 43.2miles and 10700ft of elevation gain put me in a good spot going into my taper for Quadrock. More importantly though this brings me into the meat of my Hardrock training (now 4th on the waitlist), so I’ve got a lot of work ahead. For now time for a little relaxation, some more cross training and to catch up on house chores (like the planting the garden!).

Numbers Don’t Lie…

Amanda, Adelaide, Jason and Kevin heading up a snow covered Bear Canyon on 4/20/13.

Amanda, Adelaide, Jason and Kevin heading up a snow covered Bear Canyon on 4/20/13.

Amanda and Jason on the summit of Green Mt, 4/20/13.

Amanda and Jason on the summit of Green Mt, 4/20/13.

ā€¦but they donā€™t always tell the whole story. After receiving another 18-24 inches of snow in Boulder this past Monday through Wednesday, it was no surprise that the trails were a sloppy mess all week long. With the Quadrock 50mi looming only three weeks away I was hoping to put in about 45miles and 12000ft of gain spread over Saturday and Sunday. As I started up Bear Canyon Saturday morning it quickly became apparent that I was either going to have to readjust expectations or spend almost twelve hours out on my feet in order to obtain that kind of mileage and elevation. Most of the trail was slushy and crusty ankle deep snow, though I even found myself breaking fresh trail for about 1/2 mile up toward Green Mt.

A muddy mess on the Mesa Trail. What happens when 2ft of snow melts very quickly, 4/20/13.

A muddy mess on the Mesa Trail. What happens when 2ft of snow melts very quickly, 4/20/13.

After 5h43min on the trails Iā€™d amassed a measly 21miles and 6200ft of elevation gain, for a whopping 16:20/mile average pace. The effort definitely felt like more than 21miles, but my running log wonā€™t accurately reflect that. By weekā€™s end (Mon-Sun) Iā€™d only accumulated 55miles and 14000ft of elevation gain, not quite the 70miles and 16000ft Iā€™d planned on. But add to those numbers several hours of weight lifting, three hours of competitive volleyball on Friday, four hours of downhill skiing on Sunday and a whole lot of sloppy trails and you get a fairly full week. It remains to be seen how well this ā€œperceivedā€ effort translates to actual training, but Iā€™ll know in three weeks time. Just remember, that while ā€œnumbers never lieā€, they donā€™t always tell the whole story and sometimes pace and mileage goals might not be reached and thatā€™s ok.Ā Run fast, run healthy, but mostly run happy.

One last partying note, I’d like to welcome the newest addition to my house hold. My little lady Missy, a 4yo tabby from the Longmont Humane Society. She’s a complete love-bug and is just happy to have anyone around.

Missy helping me check messages and edit photos.

Missy helping me check messages and edit photos.

There’s No Place Like Home

Over the past two months I’ve been to Moab twice and Mississippi once so it’s been nice the past several weekends to be able to hang out closer to home and enjoy all the great things the backyard has to offer. From running and climbing in the local hills, to BBQ with friends, to relaxing at home with a good movie and most of all enjoying all of this with minimal vehicle travel time. Itā€™s also allowed me to get back to a much more consistent and focused training routine.

Bogie and Amanda heading in a very green Horsetooth Mountain Park. 4/13/13.

Bogie and Amanda heading in a very green Horsetooth Mountain Park. 4/13/13.

With the Boulder hills being a bit muddy and snowy, this weekend I was able to convince my friends Bogie and Amanda to head North to Loveland for a run of the Blue Sky trail. For those unfamiliar, the Blue Sky trail is a wonderful 10.5-11.5mile long trail that stretches from Hwy 34 in Loveland to Horsetooth Reservoir in Fort Collins. A mix of rolling single track, wide double track, and a few technical sections, it offers a nice day of runnable terrain (also bike friendly). Saturdayā€™s weather was looking promising ahead of the snow storm that was supposed to hit Monday-Wednesday so we made the trek out of the bubble to the Devilā€™s Backbone trailhead, where our adventure would begin.

The trail was smooth and dry, and it felt great just to get out and run again after having slogged through the snow and mud all week long in the Boulder hills. We saw a few friendly Fort Collins faces, but the trail was surprisingly quiet for a 60F Saturday in April, no complaints here. In addition to our run on the Blue Sky trail we added the Indian Summer loop both ways and another loop up Towers Rd and down Stout in Horsetooth Mt Park bringing our daily total to 30miles/4600ft in just under six hours. Sometimes itā€™s nice to venture a little ways from home, but not too far, as a reminder of how many great places the Colorado Front range has to offer.

Ascending Fern canyon to Bear Peak, frosty trail and trees ahead. 4/14/13.

Ascending Fern canyon to Bear Peak, frosty trail and trees ahead. 4/14/13.

View from the summit of Green Mt looking toward downtown Boulder. 4/14/13.

View from the summit of Green Mt looking toward downtown Boulder. 4/14/13.

On Sunday 4/14/13 I went back to my old hometown favorite, a combination of BearPeak and GreenMountain. My systems were a little off Sunday morning, something that would unfortunately stick with me through the whole run. As I climbed up FernCanyon toward BearPeak I found a fresh coat of snow and ice frosting the very top of the peak. The lightly frosted trees made for a nice contrast against the green valley below. I kept plugging along, occasionally fighting the bitter cold wind that was gusting out of the west. My body finally eased into the run on the downhill, allowing me to move a little faster across the West ridge and back up Green-Bear to the summit of Green Mt. The sun was finally starting to warm the air and melt some of the fresh snow as I made my way down BearCanyon back home. Iā€™d only covered 13miles/4000ft on Sundayā€™s run, but it was a decent effort after the long day on Saturday and put me right at my weekly goal of 70miles/14000ft.

With four weeks until Quarock, I’ve got two more weeks of hard training before a nice little slow down. Then its ramp back up in hopeful preparation for Hardrock (now 4th on the waitlist!). While I wouldn’t consider myself a home body, its been really nice the past few weeks to adventure closer to home. I am due for a mountainous adventure though, so I expect a little skiing or mountaineering in my near future. Even though I (like most) love to travel and adventure, its nice to know that when I come home there is no shortage of great places right in my own backyard. Iā€™d implore all of you out there in interweb land to look around for the same. No matter where you live there is something unique and different nearby, embrace it for what it is, and get out and enjoy the experiences your hometown has to offer. Run fast, run healthy, but mostly run happy.

Snow pounding Colorado, over a foot and still coming down, 4/15/13 7pm.

Evening run up Bear Canyon. Snow pounding Colorado, over a foot and still coming down, 4/15/13 7pm.

Finding Balance

View from near the Summit of Bear Peak on 4/7/13. A beautiful spring day.

View from near the Summit of Bear Peak on 4/7/13. The end of a 40mile/11000ft “rest” week, enjoying the beautiful weather.

Ah spring; longer days, warmer weather (though not today in CO), melting snow and the start of race season. Like most people as spring moves into summer my desire, almost a need, to get outside and soak up some sunshine grows exponentially. As an ultrarunner trying to temper this enthusiasm is always a battle, because for most of us there is a limit to what our body can physically handle, so finding that happy balance between running/training and rest is always difficult. The line is different for everybody, but for me itā€™s somewhere around 70-80 miles of mountainous trails a week.

Some of you might say, ā€œwow, thatā€™s a lotā€, others, ā€œis that all?ā€, but thatā€™s my number and Iā€™m sticking to it. No matter how good I feel, how hard others around me are training or how much or how little free time I have, keeping myself in check is important. How did I come up with that number you might ask? Thereā€™s no fancy formula based on how long your race is, thereā€™s no magic training plan, I simply tinkered with my training regimen over the course of many years and listened to my body. The last part of that is the key, listen to your body. If you take time periodically to check-in, both physically and mentally, youā€™ll start to gain an understanding for how your body reacts and tolerates different training loads and stresses. Working hard and pushing yourself are good, over training, over stressing your body and burning out, not so much.

Another key for me to maintaining this balance is finding an outlet, this is mostly for the endurance athletes in the group. The outlet is an activity other than your primary sport where one can burn off some of that pent up energy without subjecting oneself to the same level of stress; my outlets are blues dancing and volleyball. Both allow me to get out, enjoy some activity, burn off some energy, but donā€™t stress my body the way running does. I consider this true cross training, finding some sort of physical activity that works your body in a completely different manner such that your muscles get a break from your primary sport, but also become better balanced and more well-rounded. Iā€™m no expert on the topic and of course these are just my thoughts. My real message here is, listen to your body and try to strike a balance in whatever you do. Balance between activity and rest, balance between oneā€™s primary sport and cross training, balance between work and life. Run fast, run healthy, but mostly run happy.

Work to Live, Don’t Live to Work

I recently read an article on irunfar.com by my part-time roommate Dakota Jones, in the comment lines Karl Meltzer invoked the phrase ā€œwork to live, donā€™t live to workā€. This got me thinking about how many subtle differences there are in the interpretation of this phrase. Sure on the surface itā€™s simply implying that you value your personal life and free time more than your daily job, but how one actually putā€™s this into motion takes many forms. There are those who are fortunate enough to be able to do what they love for a living; whether it be running, climbing, skiing, and have fashioned a way to make a living off their extreme talents. Others for whom work is merely a means to an end, doing only the work that is necessary to sustain the rest of their hobbies, adventures and travels. Then there are the rest of us (Iā€™m guessing), for whom work holds some sort of satisfaction, but none-the-less we sit in our prospective work chairs dreaming of bigger things outside the cubicle.

Iā€™m definitely firmly in the latter, as I enjoy what I do for work on a daily basis, but do find myself day dreaming of warm sunny trails and the next adventure that lies ahead. Even as I write this staring out my lab window at the snow capped mountains in the distance I received a timely text message from a friend asking, ā€œAny interest in skiing something steep and narrow soon?ā€ These day dreams and distractions always seem to increase as the weather warms and summer nears.

Staring out the lab window at downtown Denver and the Rocky Mountains in the distance. 4/4/13.

Staring out the lab window at downtown Denver and the Rocky Mountains in the distance. 4/4/13.

While some part of me is definitely jealous of those ā€˜professional runnersā€™ out there gallivanting around the world, getting paid to run; another part of me knows that without the intellectual stimulation my job provides, something would be missing inside me. By no means am I implying that the professional athlete doesn’t have these needs or interests, more that each person chooses to satisfy their inner intellect in a different manner. I love puzzles and am fascinated by the human body, and through my research I get to satisfy both of those curiosities, and get paid to do it. If youā€™re interested in my research Iā€™d be happy to discuss it over a beer sometime, but thatā€™s a lengthy, overly elaborate conversation for another time and another place.

For now Iā€™ll have to be satisfied with my sunny afternoon runs in the Boulder hills, my long weekend blitzes to the desert or the mountains and the occasional several week trip to far away mountains or strange cities. Living up to the label Dakota once gave me, ā€œa weekend warriorā€. On a daily basis Iā€™ll continue to try and squeeze in as much as possible balancing; work, running, cycling, yoga, volleyball, blues dancing, and of course friends and family. Though priorities and goals may change in the future, for now I wouldn’t have it any other way. Run fast, run healthy, but mostly run happy.