MT Mashington in Perspective

So you are all up to date on my climbing of Mount Washington. We were at Mount Washington for 3 days, then Lake Winnipesaukee for 2 days. It was a great long weekend! Lots of fun but the whole trip was defined by the hike up Mount Washington and really it took me a while to put it in perspective. I finally stopped calling it the worst day of my life. Now, I am safely back on the corner of the couch. Thankfully, heating pads were avoided. But 2 months later I think it’s in perspective and here is what I learned:

5. I liked Joe Dodge Lodge and would stay there again in a minute, but at some point I want to stay at the Mount Washington Inn... Now that is my kind of hotel...

4. I have great support, not the least of which is Felicia Falkowski. She may have at some points worried we wouldn't summit but she never showed me anything but the greatest confidence. I would not have summited without her and would not have wanted anyone else beside me... well with the exception of maybe Hugh Jackman who may have been able to carry me//. But it was not just Felicia supporting me, everyone I told was so supportive and I could feel it at each step.

3. It was probably the best day of my life. It was a huge accomplishment, in the moment I didn't give myself enough credit.

2. I cannot believe I am writing this but I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN. I need to hike up and down in one day. When I do that I will consider the mountain tackled. Not to mention there are so many trails, huts, and lodges that I think would be fun to check out. I cannot see myself hiking every day for a week straight but I could definitely do a few days...

1. I am capable of so much more than I ever thought. I would say most people live their lives in the middle. Away from the risk, sharp edges. It is comfortable there. Do not under estimate what you are capable of, do things that stretch your comfort zone. Every year do one thing that makes you uncomfortable or even a little scared.

As many of you know my job was recently eliminated and I am in the middle of something really scary so I am trying to take my own advice and make it all worthwhile and hope that I land in a place that is better than where I left! We will see, and you may all read about it in my blog from the corner of my couch.

MT Washington

MT Washington, a set on Flickr.

Part 2: Mountain Washington is a Mountain

Last I left you, Felicia and I had just left Tuckerman’s Ravine Trailhead. It was a gradual incline with a rocky but well-worn trail. I was taking pictures of some cool root systems and really enjoying the time in nature. It was a somewhat crisp (but not cold) morning. I was excited for what the day was going to bring.   It wasn’t long (quarter mile) before the trail started to get steeper and the rocks turned into boulders. I remember this first section thinking that it would level off and from time to time it did. There would be a section uphill and then a smaller section across (typically a wooden bridge across a stream) that was flat. Well at least for the next quarter mile, but it was increasingly getting steeper with relief from the incline getting further and further apart. I remember, at one point in the bottom half of the climb maybe 30 minutes in, there was a waterfall that Felicia wanted to show me. There were two view points for the waterfall. One was at trail level and one was a few big steps up. Knowing what was ahead of us, Felicia chose to view the waterfall from trail level.  I (not fully understanding what was before me) decided to get my picture from the higher location.  Admittedly, even at this point I was not sure I was going to make it to the top and in the long shot case that I did, I didn’t want to feel compelled to do it again to get a picture of a damn waterfall. After a few quick pictures we were back on our way.  After a few hundred feet more, we sat down for our first snack. At this time I am really questioning my decision and wondering if I am going to make it. I am not one to back down easily but I was scared. I couldn’t tell Felicia and I wasn’t sure I could admit to her I was woefully unprepared for this hike.  It was also at this time that I began to think I had worn the wrong pants. I was hot, sweaty hot; they were proving to be too long and too stretchy. A wardrobe malfunction was eminent. And so Felicia and I laughed made some small talk and after a few peanut better filled pretzels, some water and folding up my pant legs so they were cropped, we were back on our way. The round trip should not take more than a mere 8 more hours.   I would have to stop every 15 minutes to hike up my pants and tighten the draw string... After 1.5 hours we made it to the Hermit Shelters. These are shelters that are located about halfway to the top. They have bathrooms and a place to replenish water. These shelters make the Joe Dodge Lodge look like the Ritz Carlton and I for one was grateful that I stayed at Joe Dodge. The shelters are basically a structure with three walls. I imagine anything can get in the unprotected side (spiders, snakes, bears, raccoons, mice, mountain lions) and don't get me started about the walk in the woods to the bathrooms - I have nightmares even thinking about it.  After a brief check in and another snack break we were back on our way. I spent most of this break really inspired.  I made it halfway, I can totally do this. It would not be long before I realized that the first half was basically a walk in the park. What was to come would be so much more challenging than what was behind me and really harder than I could have ever imagined.  As I look back at the pictures the evidence is clear, between the Hermit Shelters and the top I have may be 3 pictures most of which were taken within 10 minutes of leaving the shelter area.   So there you have it, I spoiled the end.  I survived and made it to the top.  I did… but it was a challenge. It took just about 3 hours from the Shelters a total of 5 hours from the bottom.  It got increasingly steeper and the rocks got larger until it was just boulders.  The trail is essentially rock face, and precarious in parts.  At one point, I remember looking up at Felicia not sure where my next step was going to be and telling her I was scared out of my mind.  Which she found hysterical, this is the product of my life in sarcasm.  Only this day I wasn’t being sarcastic, but I don’t think she knew that.  That said her unwavering faith in my ability to do this is what kept me going.  That coupled with the top was closer than the bottom.  At this point we are probably an hour or so from the top.  What started out as a nice day was now a chilly, cloudy, and windy day?   The climbing was basically on all fours and as much about upper body strength as it was about leg strength. But mostly it was about endurance and mental stamina.  I was certain I had no more left but I was going to finish because there were no more options.  Just put one foot in front of the other.  My clothes were dripping wet from sweat, every part of my body was tired, exhausted and my mind wanted to see beyond the fog so I could at least see the destination.  I can do almost anything as long as I know my destination.  Just as my mental state is wearing I can hear some cheering in the distance, then I hear the rumble of a couple of motorcycles, and finally I see it.  The road.  The road is just ahead…  I SO have this, I will make it to the top; I am NOT going to die on this mountain.  The relief runs through my body and fills me with energy...   “Filling me with energy” may be over stating it just a bit, but I have hope and a little more spring in my step.   As we continue the clouds get thinner and we see it - we are there.   As I approach the rocks that will get me on the road I see this couple.  All I can think is… “You have to be freaking kidding me…”  He was in an alpine get-up with knickers, she was appropriately attired in hiking pants, a scarf, both had packs and poles and they were headed down (what looked to be) the same path we came up  - they were fresh as daisies - down is harder than up … if you can believe it….  Gravity makes it more challenging.  They had to be at least 70….   Throughout the day I had been passed up by many people.  It was, at times humiliating, especially when some would bound past me like it was 10 feet.  Felicia assured me they started at a different location.  But the elderly couple was the final deflating straw…I felt so out of shape but these thoughts were not going to get me to the top so I divert my focus to the road.  We climbed the last few steps and we are on top at the road.  Relief... I did it... We did it! Get me a chair I can go no farther.  But alas… I looked up and to add insult to ever lovin injury there are about 3 more flights of stairs until we get to the very top.  Serious, can you give a girl a break??  But we do it not, our legs are jelly.  It is 35 degrees on the top, we are cold and wet… and starting to feel grateful that we decided not to walk down too.  There was just no way..  it was more of a risk than I wanted to put myself or Felicia in.  We went to the hut arranged for a van to take us down to Joe Dodge and breathed a sigh of relief.  It was over and we did it! I have often said had I known - I would never have done it.  Remember, I decided to do this because I was taking a break (because of injuries) from triathlons.  Next time I will wrap up the rest of the trip, provide some final thoughts on the journey.  Let me know if you have any questions I can answer!

Mount Mashington Saga Part 1: Arrivals and Departures

This is the first part of the trip, it was longer than I thought. Part 2 will be published shortly. If this is your first visit, check out the posts leading up to the hike. So it’s been over a month since my trip with my friend Felicia to New Hampshire to hike Mount Washington and it’s taken almost that long to realize what it meant. So it all started on a sunny Thursday when we left Manchester CT to drive the 5.5 hours north through Massachusetts and Vermont before arriving at Joe Dodge Lodge at the base of Mount Washington. I felt good. I am fit, I work out, and I have completed too many road races to count and almost 20 sprint triathlons. It will be a long day but the hike will be no problem. We were set to start our climb on Friday morning and it was expected to be a beautiful sunny day. But let’s not rush this. I need to tell you about Joe Dodge Lodge. In my recent travels I have grown accustom to a certain level hotel. Well, let me just say that this is definitely a lodge not a hotel not even a Garden Inn. It is a clean, wood paneled, communal bath kind of lodge. For your $70 per person per night you get breakfast, dinner and a comfy private room. In this example comfy means tiny and similar to what you might expect in a convent that was decorated in 1972. In other words one limp pillow, a double bed, no heavenly bed linens, and a window fan for cooling. We arrived at Mount Washington probably close to 4 and dinner was at 6pm. You get a little ticket that gets you into the dining room and you sit on long picnic tables that seat 16 or so people and there are 8 to 10 tables in the dining. They serve water but you are welcome to bring other beverages with you. We packed the wine... After we tasted the water we were grateful to have the wine. Being on the mountain I expected clean, refreshing spring water. What it was I can’t even describe; but I will try. It was terrible. It tasted like when you go to the dentist to get a metal filling and you have to swig water to get rid of the metal fragments. It tasted like the metal water you spit out. Really disgusting, I am a big tap water fan and I have never had anything so terrible... The food is served family style and there is plenty of it. It was not five star dining but it was pretty good. I wish I remembered what we were served. If I were my sister Lauren I would have taken pictures of it all. But I didn’t, I remember they had a great soup, really good bread and several other dishes that were interesting... Not bad just not sure exactly what I was eating... Dessert was pineapple upside down cake and it was awesome... After dinner we went out to our car and got our packs ready for the next day. We decided to forgo the movie they were showing in the dining room. It was some old movie on climbing the mountain and I felt at this point it was just better I didn’t know. By 8pm we were back in our room reading and getting ready for bed. I haven’t been to bed that early in a very long time... Did I mention communal baths? Yes. So as any smart person would, I had been hydrating all day to make sure I was well hydrated for the hike. In addition Felicia and I shared that lovely bottle of wine at dinner. As a result I woke up around midnight and had to go to the bathroom. In order for me to do that I would need to leave the room, walk down the hall and into the bathroom. This is a problem. At midnight I am fairly certain that this is a bad idea. There are clearly people lurking in the hallways and I could get murdered in the hall way or worse yet someone could sneak into the room I was sharing with Felicia while I was in the bathroom and kill us both. This would have put a definite cramp in our plans to hike the next day and I will not be a lead story on Dateline on a hiking trip gone badly. So being sound of mind I tell myself, I will wait. I can will it to go away. If I just fall asleep I will forget and just go when I get up in the morning. So that is what I do, I go back to sleep but I don’t wake up in the morning I wake up ten minutes later. That is okay I will cross my legs and will it away, and I awake ten minutes later. This is clearly not going to work. I must have laid there for an hour trying to figure out another solution. At which point I get up to go to the bathroom and suffer the consequences be that what they may. At which point Felicia also awoke and wanted to go to. Crisis averted! After tossing and turning most of the night I got up at 515 am. We knew this hike was going to be eight to ten hours and we wanted to get a jump on the day. I put on my new wicking everything. My pants were not new and neither were my cotton t-shirt and my boots. After all, I had purchased those boots at least a month ago… It was important that I was wearing a cute outfit; I wanted to make sure that the people passing me had something else to say besides, boy she is slow. And the outfit was the ticket. I could imagine it… “Boy she is slow but what a great t-shirt, day pack, visor, boots…...” That said I didn’t want it to look like I had never hiked before so it couldn’t be over the top new. I wanted to blend with the out doorsy hikers... Breakfast was buffet in the dining hall, but it was good and almost anything you could possibly imagine except fruit. So after breakfast we packed up our 15-20 pound day packs, I have my hiking poles and we set off on the Tuckerman’s Ravine Trail... It is just an incline but it is like any of the other trails I have hike. I am going to leave you here for now. But stay tuned for Part 2 to see if we both survived!

57 hours but who is counting

It is three days before the big hike or at least it was when I started writing this now it’s more like 36 hours. Like most fellow athletes I am spending the last few days before the stroll tapering - which in my case (given my training history) just means I am thinking about it less. This leaves me more time to focusing on the important details. Like what outfit will I wear, what snacks to pack, my will, catching up with friends I haven’t talk to in a long time and trying to remember how to pee outside. This week it came to my attention that Mount Washington does not have indoor plumbing - crazy I know. So since I will be hiking for 8-10 hours it is likely that I will need to pee outside. Remind me why I am doing this? The last time I was required to do this was probably after too much to drink down some alley or between two car doors twenty years ago. But peeing in the woods is a little different exercise. There is not as much leverage or physical/mental dexterity that alcohol provides you... One option, I am told, is a diva cup... No lie... a diva cup... apparently this allows you to pee standing up. It is commonly referred to as a she-nis... No matter what joy the thought of not have to squat gives me the thought of some contraption called a "she-nis" or "diva cup: just conjures a few thoughts... number 1 - a recipe for disaster and number 2 (don’t go there... I am not) just totally wimpy... this may be my first hike above 744 feet but I am not a wimp, I am practically a professional. So we will just have to see how it goes... Well there you have it folks... this is the last post before the big hike next time I post I will be back seated in the corner of the couch watching Real Housewives of Somewhere with a vodka soda and a heating pad on every muscle in my body. Write to you in a few and if not - it’s been nice knowing you!

Thanks for Sharing... I think??

Let me start by saying, I have hiked Case Mountain a total of 3 times... This is an improvement over last time. I am pretty sure it has really prepared be for the 8-10 hour hike... I have learned a few things over the course of the last few weeks. The first is (if it was in my nature) I should be careful who I tell I am climbing Mount Washington. I have gotten a whole lot of support and excitement but I have gotten a few unsolicited pieces of advice. One person felt the need to tell me the story about the mutual friend who got hypothermia and had to be taken off the mountain, or there is the other person who described how his wife had to hold on to their 10 year old so securely because the winds were so fierce they were afraid she would blow away. Oh and my favorite the story about how a friend and his father got separated while climbing together and they had to send a search party to find his father. To this one I replied. No worries Felicia and I are going to hike pretty close to each other, to which he added so had he and his father... I am considering tethering myself to Felicia. But really these have all been really helpful in lessening my anxiety around this hike. The next lessen is you need a lot of things to climb this mountain. Aside from hiking boots and a super cute outfit, I have been advised you also need the following: Hiking Boots, Flip Flops (to change into at the top to give your feet a break from your boots), 2 pairs of good wool hiking socks, Shorts, Wind pants, Extra pair of underwear, Several layers of short sleeve and long sleeve dry-wicking shirts, Fleece vest or jacket, Wind breaker or rain coat, Gloves, Hat (baseball for sun and wool for cold), Headlamp or flashlight, Sunglasses, Food, Water (at least 32oz), powdered Gatorade, First aid kit (Vaseline for blisters), Money (cash), Driver’s license, Sunblock, and Bic lighter. What the person who put this list together forgot to mention is (just a few minor itty bitty things) sun glasses, hiking poles, oh and let’s not forget a TRAIL MAP! But even still, this is a day trip and I am beginning to wonder what kind of pack I will need to hold all this stuff. Anyone know if M. Washington has a sherpa service?? Seriously. I am really not nervous but I started to wonder when having a conversation with Felicia she said "it will be fine" or "you will be fine" no less than 30 times. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince me or herself. Looks like we both have things to work on! We climb in 7 days. What can I worry about next?

The proof is in the training.... Or is it???

I am just about too summit. I can see the sun starting to rise in the distance. Its muggy, but not as hot as it will get after the sun rises so I am greatful that I got up as early as I did. I am finally feeling prepared for the Mount Washington hike. Just about 100 feet to go before heading back down. It's the hardest part, stone faced wall, circa mission impossible and I am hanging from my finger tips and toes. I reach for the next finger hole and get a solid grip, moving my foot into the next position; my next hand goes to the next hold and foot follows. Just one more and I am there. I can hear the bell at the top ringing, those ahead of me are celebrating the day and the completion of a challenging hike/climb.its like a scale.. Bong, Bong, Bong, Bong... Its a famliar bong, I have heard it before... I have heard it in my dreams.. In fact its been a part of almost everyone of my dreams.. This is when I realize the bong is my alarm and time for me to wake up. So here are the facts. I have climbed case mountain a sum total of 1 times. I have worn my new boots the same number of times. I have spent a fair amount of time on the treadmill, elliptical, and rolling stair case. I am not sure its enough. I am pretty sure it is definitley not enough time in the new boots.. To the good news.. I bought a cute pair of new hiking socks, a new day pack, a few wicking top options. Suffice it to say I will be well dressed when the remove my body from the mountain... Because what ever the case I am going to do it.. afterall "there is no try there is only do" or something like that.

Procrastination as an Art Form

So the inner dialogue usually goes like this:
Good K: time to get up. You'll climb case mountain , clean the car, run to home goods and be back in no time for some rest and relaxation.
Lazy K: in 15 minutes(repeat this sequence at least 3 times)
Good K: okay I am up.. Get the boots on and lets go.
Lazy K: well. If you climb first you wil have to come home and shower. But it might be better to clean the car run the errands and then climb
Good K: your right lets do it that way instead. Much more sensible. Because then you can maybe climb twice. Yeah perfect.

That was Sunday and no I never climbed, not once. But there is always Monday. That's right start the week off strong. But I am too much of a wimp to hike in the woods a 6am. Especially since there have been a number of bear reports (none were even within 15 miles). But that's okay. Felicia had suggested just doing the elliptical. I will do that.
I get up and by (some miracle) out of bed. Grab my bag and my laptop and I am on my way by 545am. See how impressive I am.... Traffic is light. Why don't I do this everyday the commute is so easy. I am actually looking forward to the workout. I park my car, my gym is at work - super convenient. See I can do this. I can follow through. I grab my bag an head to the elevator. As soon as I get to the elevator the wind quickly leaves my sails. I am defeated.... I forgot the outfit on a hanger... My work clothes. It's now after 6 and there is not enough time to get home and back for a workout before my 9 am meeting.

I head home in defeat..Monday night sounds a little like Sunday morning.. Only making dinner, getting dark and i have to pack for my trip tomorrow is the rationale. And don't even ask about this morning... We will review that another time. This has been enough procrastination and devastation for one post. But I lived to fight/climb another day...

From the Corner of the Couch to Mount Washington

About 10 years ago, I started doing sprint triathlons. Every year I have done at least one and more often a few races over the course of the summer. Last year and this year I have been sidelined. Originally, I think I was just burnt out. It is tough keeping up the momentum at 50+ pounds heavier than my fellow athletes. SO I took last year off. I did a few bike rides and continued my normal workouts. The intention was to come back this year. Well this year I find myself with back, knee, ankle and heel problems. It would seem I need to take another year off. But I wanted to do something that would be challenging and fun. I was really more interested in fun. Over the last few years, my good friend Felicia has suggested we go up to New Hampshire and climb Mount Washington. So when triathlons seem bleak this year I decided to make a plan. I mean it’s a hike. Sure it’s a 4 mile climb but really it’s a walk uphill. How hard can it be? I just need to train. So about a week or so ago, I committed to walking Case Mountain 5 days a week. Well, I walked Case Mountain today for the first time - so much for plans. For those of you not familiar with Case, this mountain is located in Manchester Connecticut and borders Glastonbury, Bolton and Hebron. At an astounding elevation of 744 ft. it is really more of a hill that takes about 15 minutes to summit. I am not sure how prepared I will be. I may need to look for something more challenging. But really I wasn't worried until I went to Eastern Mountain Sports (EMS) this morning. Important to note is this is before I had hiked at all. So what many of you may not know, unless we have done a race together, or trained together - the fact of the matter is while I believe training is important, I think having the right gear is equally important and must include a new outfit. After all, I am not going to be the first to finish, and I will likely look at my wits end for all or part of the event so first and foremost the outfit HAS to be super cute.. So I was going into EMS to check out outfits and get a pair of hiking shoes/boots (wasn’t sure which). I go into EMS into the shoe department and a young guy approaches to help me. I proudly state, "I am climbing Mount Washington and I think I need something more than sneakers to hike it." To which he replied in agreement. Further stating the Mount Washington is the highest climb and one of the most challenging east of the Mississippi. Say what... This is not what Felicia has led me to believe. Good thing she is on her annual month long road trip west without a cell phone and unable to be reached - I am now panicked. Felicia is tall, slender, a lifelong runner, with a runners body. Myself, while for the last 20 years, I am an active swimmer, biker and "if someone is chasing me and I fear for my life" runner, I am average to short with a not-so aerodynamic body. What have I gotten myself into?? Well specifically, I have gotten myself into a hike to an elevation of over 6,000 feet. SO this is why when I got home with my new mid-level Keen hiking boots, I strapped them on and headed out in the sprinkling rain to hike Case Mountain. Normally the sprinkling would have been a sign from god to procrastinate... not today. I was up and down the sprawling Case Mountain in exactly 30 minutes. I hike on August 2nd.... Over the course of the next few weeks I will step up my training, find out more about this hike I have agreed to and I will keep you posted on my progress. I still need to get that super cute outfit to match my hiking books... I hope you will follow along... There are sure to be shocking revelations, challenges, sore muscles and plenty of laughs along the way. Oh and hopefully I survive to laugh about it. Kristen