I live in Ashland, Oregon--what is arguably the ultra
running capital of the world. If the
Oregon part of that—all Nike and the University of Oregon and Prefontaine—isn’t
convincing, the Ashland part should be.
Our local running store is owned by Hal Koerner (one of the top ten
ultra running athletes in the world).
Our coffee shops and trails are frequented by Jenn Shelton (the girl who
was Born to Run), and a host of other
stars of the ultra running world who either
train here or live here, or both.
Even local races are often dominated by world class runners
like Max King or Erik Skaggs. I doubt
you could shout, “I’ll race you to the park!” on a lazy Saturday afternoon
without having someone sponsored by North Face or Patagonia show up and kick
everyone’s ass. My sister said, “Wow, it
must be cool to be out there and log miles with those guys.”
It must be. But, I
wouldn’t know, because I am not cool.
A few months ago, I needed a lightweight jacket for cold mornings. I was checking out the options at Rogue
Valley Runners (see “local running store” mentioned above), when Hal himself
stepped up to help me. He pointed me to
a North Face jacket and we briefly discussed the colors and sizes
available. I really wasn’t listening to
the technical details he provided about the jacket because I feared suddenly stammering
something like, “uh…I’m trying to increase my mileage, but it makes my legs
hurt...any advice?” I bought the jacket (about
$120—has any aspiring runner ever NOT purchased something Hal himself
recommended?). Later, I had to peruse
the North Face website to learn whether or not the jacket was waterproof
(remember, I wasn’t actually listening to Hal), when I caught a photo of Hal
himself, wearing the jacket.
So, you can imagine that I felt especially cool the first
morning I sported that Hal-Koerner-recommended-super-awesome running
jacket. And I did. Until the day I actually ran into Hal. I recognized him running toward me on the
main boulevard in town. I was wearing
the jacket (and, possibly coordinated socks—don’t hate). He was wearing something that looked well
worn, even tattered. As if he had just
rolled out of bed, slid on his shoes and ran a fierce yet easy pace on single
track for 30 or so miles before running down a deer, skinning it, cooking the
meat over an open flame, and then sated, running into town to meet up with a
few buddies and catch another 20 plus miles.
I was dressed as though I would likely avoid stepping in any kind of dirt (let
alone a trail) for fear of messing up my shoes.
So, yeah, I imagine that it is pretty cool to dominate the
trails around Ashland with those guys. However, I’m the girl on the boulevard in the awesome jacket (and I don’t really want to risk getting it torn or snagged by some errant tree branch in the forest…).
Girl! Don't you worry about Hal and the other boys--I'm so low on the totem pole there and feel ya on being more or less intimidated by their mileage and fierceness of climbing a bazillion miles and feet in altitude a week. But guess what!? You're out there running and doing what you do (AND looking hott in your TNF jacket.) So rock it!
ReplyDeletePS: Get that jacket dirty, that's why you have have it. How do you think Hal's clothes got tattered and worn? He uses them to their limits, and then some!
PPS: Thanks for reading my blog and commenting, I love that. I totally remember you coming in and chatting about running at ungodly hours. Lets hit a trail sometime! Stop in, I'm working all the time. :-)