“Trailmix: What Doesn’t Choke Me Makes Me Stronger”

For the last five or six years, I’ve run a spring race that’s held in a nature reserve outside of Minneapolis. When registering for this race, which is called The Trailmix, there are three options:

  • I could run the 50K solo race (translation: 31 miles, all on my own screaming feet). But since I often feel as though I’m going to expire just from carrying a basket of laundry up from the basement or heading into the kitchen for another snickerdoodle, I’m pretty sure I’d be dead by Mile 12, and I would like for my children to know their mother. So that’s out.
  • Or I could run the much-more reasonable 25K solo event, which would have me out shuffling 15.5 miles on muddy trails for, oh, let’s say, five hours or so. Here’s the thing, though: I need to eat sometimes, and if I were out there, frolicking with the spring peepers for such a long period of time, I would need some serious sustenance–none of that Gatorade or little cookie business they have at the aid tables, either. I would need a catering van to meet me mid-course and lay out a spread of corn puffs and brisket and scones and espresso panna cotta if I were to have any chance of getting through the rest of the mileage. After ingesting such a fine meal, however, I’m pretty sure I’d head back out onto the trail and need to hurl it all up the moment I ascended the first hill. And, frankly, paying for a catered meal only to vomit it up shortly thereafter sounds way too much like being a 21-year-old bride at a wedding where Kool and the Gang covers are played during the reception.
  • So I have always opted for the third choice in this race: the 50K team event. Under this option, four of us break up the 50K distance, which means that we each run 7.75 miles. This distance is still long enough that I take walking breaks, especially when the course snakes up the back of a downhill ski hill (and then we all get to careen down the front of the thing, like out-of-control Hot Wheels cars, on the other side). And sometimes, when it’s really slippery, and I’ve just stumbled for the 50th time in three minutes, along with realizing I’m just about the last person out of 400 runners still remaining on the course, I cry a little.

But my tears are all part of the fun, I’m sure. Indeed, good weep generally spices up my day and breaks up those endless “hours of contentment.”

Mostly, I do this race because it’s a chance to be on a running team, and Paula Radcliffe only knows when I’d ever get to be on such a thing otherwise. My lot in life, historically, is to be the kind of person who is drafted for a Trivia Night at the Bar team, where I slam a beer and ring the bell simultaneously, shouting out, “Wink Martindale!” Thus, it’s a rare thrill for me to be part of any team that taps into my physicality rather than my some-would-say-“useless” knowledge of gameshow hosts, film directors, and Reese Witherspoon’s love life.

Unlike at Trivia Night, the first requirement of my Trailmix teammates is that they have to enjoy losing.

Okay, I put that wrong. Rather, let’s just say they shouldn’t be competitive for, rest assured, our team is going to place about 42nd out of 60 teams. Or maybe 59th. In fact, with me as Team Captain and literal anchor, I hold my team’s standing to the back of the pack; my sluggish form keeping me at well over a ten-minute mile, I’ve even approached race directors and offered to be a “sweeper”–the person who takes the flagging down off the course and who, encountering injured strays upon the race course, helps them hobble to the ambulance at the finish line. I did this once for a little kitty I found on the path, and he licked my face repeatedly with his sandpaper tongue before the nice paramedics strapped him to a stretcher. I’ll never forget his woebegone little face peering out at me from the back of the ambulance as they drove him away.

At any rate, I’m a slow runner, and I don’t care a whit. Many of the students in my English classes are poor writers, but I don’t begrudge them their efforts. It’s okay to participate enthusiastically in something you’re not inherently good at and not to measure yourself against others but instead against your own possibility. For my students, this sometimes means using a comma correctly (I give them a big “Woo-hoo” and ring my Trivia Night bell when that happens). For me, with running, it means covering almost-8 miles on trails with a grin on my face.

All runners at the Trailmix start at the same time, and then teammates’ final times are all added together to arrive at the team’s total time. My goal, one day, is to find teammates who are both swift and humble, who would be willing to engage in this proposition: I would like their three times to equal my one time. Maybe they each could run the course in 45 minutes, and then I could finish in 2 hrs, 15 minutes. For no good reason and with no real purpose, that plan still has an intriguing elegance to it.

Interestingly, though, my efforts at this past Saturday’s Trailmix overthrew tradition. Having felt quite certain that I was ready for little more than a leisurely jog up and down the hills of the reserve, viewing the race as, really, just another chance to save a kitty, I suddenly and unexpectedly found myself possessed of the Eye of the Tiger.

See, at the starting line, I took a notion: instead of starting out really slow and then slowing down, mile by mile, I might try starting out with a bit more exertion and then slowing down mile by mile. My eyes got a little buggy, then, when, two miles into the race, I wasn’t having the solitary run I’m used to; in fact, I was still in the middle of a pack of people (they were all clacking to each other so loudly that any plaintive mewings in the woods would have gone unheard; fortunately, they rather toned it down after I bellered, “SHUT UP, FELLOW RUNNERS, ALL OF Y’ALL. SOMEWHERE OUT HERE, THERE MAY BE WOUNDED FELINES WHO NEED MY HELP. HOW WILL WE EVER HEAR THE CRIES OF DISTRESS IF YOU INSIST ON THIS RELENTLESS BLABBING TO YOUR FRIEND ABOUT THE NEW TIRES ON YOUR CAR?”).

And then, mile after mile, despite the mutters swirling around me about “watch out for the crazy lady,” I just felt good. The course was relatively dry, there was good cloudcover to protect my Southern Belle skin from burn, and the kitties had all stayed home. Stress free, I was having a fine ole toodle. The fact that I’d also selected a “rabbit” to follow, a determined woman who chugged along in her snazzy little green sports bra, helped, as well.

There she is.

Whoops, there she goes. Better ramp it up and dog her heels. Slow down, Cinderella! What is it, midnight, and your carriage is about to revert to a pumpkin? Rein it in, princess.

At one point, Rabbit Lady took off, out of my sight, and I feared I’d lost her for the duration. But then, in the last mile, there she was again, taunting me with her sweaty greenery.

The Rabbit firmly back in my sights and plenty of steam still in my engine, I plucked her off efficiently and made for the finish line, grinning at the cheers of my family and teammates (yea, of course they’d all finished already, but they hadn’t had time to change clothes, exfoliate, do some coupon-clipping, and have a roast beef sandwich before my finish, as has been the case in the past).

And when I looked at my time on the clock, I just about had to grab my cell phone and dial up Paula Radcliffe right there and then, to holler joyfully to her: “Paula, Paula, sweetmeat, I beat last year’s time by 20 minutes. Do you hear me? 20-friggin’-minutes! That’s beyond outrageous! I am fleet; I am zippy; I am a veritable winged sprite!”

But then I remembered I don’t own a cell phone and that Paula changed her number after my last call anyhow.

So, instead, I just hummed a few bars from a little-known song called “Jocelyn Rules All Things and Saves the Kitties” and jigged over to the t-shirt table.







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36 responses to “”

  1. ldbug Avatar

    I love team races!! And you don’t need to be fast, as my favorite feature in Runner’s magazine ends each story “waddle on friends”

  2. Infinitesimal Avatar

    “Hi! I am Paula Radcliff, and this is my Website!!!!”

    for starters is a real crack-up

    And then I have to wonder:
    Is chugging the last mile behind a sweaty green sportsbra wearing “rabbit”
    considered the green mile?

    I loved the song you sang in the end. I know that tune, different lyrics though.

  3. Jocelyn Avatar

    ldbug–Ah, so you read “The Penguin’s” column, too, eh? How fun to know that.

    Infini–Paula’s site killed me, too. Good call on “The Green Mile.” Hardeehar.

  4. Hammer Avatar

    I’m a terrible runner but I did a 12 mile walkathon in 2:45. My shins were so messed up I couldn’t climb stairs for a week and my wife lost both her big toenails when blisters formed beneath them.

    I’ll stick to 12 ounce curls ๐Ÿ˜‰

  5. Jeannie Avatar

    Congratulations. I’d have required a hearse after say, 50 yards.

    Thanks for stopping by BTW. I’m a little sluggish in leaving comments sometimes.

  6. my4kids Avatar

    Me not a runner, never just couldn’t do it….Like Jeannie I would need a hearse at about 50 yards. congrats on cutting 20 minute though!

  7. Claire Avatar

    Wow, I hate running. I have embraced my 42 stairs and they are now my friends, but running would kill me. So I admire your fortitude. I did do an MS walk with a team once and walked 20 miles. It felt good. It took a lot of training -very time consuming.
    Way to go!

  8. susan Avatar

    My great team sport was bowling…and I’m still bummed that we missed getting that last place trophy by one strike…

    Congrats at shaving off 20 minutes!

  9. furiousBall Avatar

    Wink Martindale is slow as Christmas too, so don’t sweat it.

  10. yinyang Avatar

    Speaking of kitties… Halp, kittens, hand basket.

    As far as the running goes… I’m not a runner. I would never even consider something like that. Running is eew. So, good job with that, I guess.

  11. lime Avatar

    dangit, infinite beat me to the punch onthe green mile comment.

    oh, i am telling you. i will gladly be your trivia bud anytime youwant. but don’t make me run.

    i have been known to compete on a volleyball team in the past though, and as you ..my requirement is that my fellow players enjoy the thought of loosing but having much fun while loosing.

    congrats on the improved time though.

  12. mist1 Avatar

    I run a 5K once a year. While I am running, I make a mental note to never, never participate in a “fun” run ever again, no matter the cause.

    Still, every year, I do it. This year’s complementary tee shirt really sucked.

    Good luck.

  13. Dorky Dad Avatar
    Dorky Dad

    Awesome. I can’t relate whatsoever. I don’t run. I used to say “I only run when chased.” Then I said, “I only run when chased … but it depends on who or what is doing the chasing.” Now I just don’t run. I don’t care what it is.

  14. AmyTree Avatar

    I hate running!! But I love reading about how other people who hate running do it anyway. ๐Ÿ™‚ Well done – 20 minutes faster is quite an achievement. (Thanks for stopping by, by the way – I am tired but getting perkier with each and every nap!)

  15. Lone Grey Squirrel Avatar
    Lone Grey Squirrel

    You have inspired me to possibly think about maybe doing a run sometime in the next decade. Well, maybe a walk.

  16. Jazz Avatar

    Yay girl!!! You keep on going and running for me…

    I’ll walk along behind and save the kitties.

  17. Karen Avatar

    You’re a running machine Jocelyn! Excellent job! You’re certainly an inspiration for the walking 1/2 marathon I have planned for this summer.

  18. BeachMama Avatar

    Wow, how awesome. Just getting out and running is a feat that many don’t take, but to then beat your last time by a full 20 minutes is really great. Congratulations. It sounds like you actually had lots of fun.

  19. lushgurl Avatar

    Wow, look at you GO…better, stronger, faster than ever!. Oh and funny as hell as usual! You rock gurl friend!

  20. velvet girl Avatar
    velvet girl

    This almost makes me want to take up running again. Watching the Boston Marathon on TV does the same thing. I have yet to dust my running shoes off, though.

    Congrats on shaving off 20 minutes. That’s quite an accomplishment!

  21. BlogWhore Avatar

    i bow to you. could never do it. not in a million years, not if it were more than one-half mile.

    even with the catering van.

  22. DaMasta Avatar

    yeeeeeah, they don’t offer the catering van if you’re only running a 3 miler. *foiled again!*

  23. Voyager Avatar

    Well done Jocelyn!

  24. Top cat Avatar
    Top cat

    This post contained many of my favorite things. Trailmix, kitties, beer slamming, sports bras and last but not least, Wink Martindale.:)

  25. CS Avatar

    Even reading about a race tires me out. I can walk forever, but no running. I do love trailmix, though.

  26. Diesel Avatar

    I ran once. It didn’t take.

    “Jocelyn Rules All Things and Saves the Kitties” played at my wedding.

  27. jen Avatar

    you are hilarious. at least you do it…i’d be on the sidelines, with a beer.

    but i’d be cheering for you.

  28. Mother of Invention Avatar
    Mother of Invention

    Congrats! I love your lively team spirit! *(and the fact that you rescue otherwise flatened felines!)

    I’m a Nordic Walker and I only do 4 k a day so I marvel at your running.

  29. Diana Avatar

    The race sounds like all sorts of fun. I agree. The team approach is the way to do it. I hope you got your corn puffs and brisket (or what ever constitutes your idea of food heaven) in a timely fashion at the end of it. Much better to enjoy it if you don’t have to vomit it up afterward.

    A PR makes it all the sweeter!

  30. Anonymous Avatar

    You would love the Denver/boulder running community. First, all sorts of names to drop in casual conversation, as in “yeah, I went for a run with Colleen De Reuck on the Boulder Creek path yesterday” and second, a great women’s running group in Denver called the Columbines. Last month we had a poker run–run as many loops as you want exchanging two cards every 1/4 mile till you think you have the winning hand. All other fun runs always end with food too!
    Come out for a visit and a run!

  31. urban-urchin Avatar

    I would have sat down, about 100 yards into this race and called a cab. On my cellphone. I am so lame.

  32. cathy Avatar

    Reading that was exhausting, I ran every step with you.I will reward myself by having a second glass of red wine. Maybe some salty nibbles would help to absorb it so that it doesn’t slosh around in my stomach whilst I’m taking a nap. LOL

  33. Glamourpuss Avatar

    There’s always time to exfoliate.

    My breasts don’t like running. I like my breasts. Ergo, I don’t run.

    I bow to your superior fitness.


  34. Theresa Avatar

    Hilarious story. Way to go Jocelyn! Bettering your time by twenty minutes, that’s proportionally way better than all those professional atheletes out there who break their own records by only seconds. So, three cheers for you, and keep saving the kitties.

  35. choochoo Avatar

    I used to run. Then I stopped. I was afraid that my boobs would fall off.

  36. Dan Avatar

    Trail mix?

    (whispering) if you call it gorp, you sound way cooler. ๐Ÿ™‚

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