Well. 2020 Happened.

It’s been a heck of a year, hasn’t it? Despite the obvious bad taste this year will leave in our collective mouths, we are thankful for so much as a family.

We spent time with loved ones.

Celebrating a victory at the local Packer bar in Boise

My parents spent Christmas + New Year’s in our tiny downtown Boise apartment. Later in January, I got to head to New Orleans to run around like an idiot with friends ahead of Jared’s wedding.

We traveled to Hawaii the next month to be a part of Danny and Kaia’s wedding. As nice as it was, it’s near impossible to spend good quality time together in the midst of something like a wedding. It was a nice introduction to her side of the family, though, and we can’t wait to spend more time on Oahu in the future!

We then made our way to spend some time in Phoenix for the previously mentioned Robinovitz wedding. We got to see all the guys (and their wives) from The Steel Cage, and we even managed to squeeze in a trail race the morning before the ceremony!

And then we all went into lockdown.

Before we traveled back in February, we managed to find a house we loved in Northwest Boise, and finalized all the details in between those trips.

By the time we got back, we were ready to move into our new home—and the timing could not have been more perfect.

Laura would continue working with patients at the clinic, but my office ceased to exist. Our CEO took steps to ensure we wouldn’t have to lay people off for the sake of cutting corners, and I’m so appreciative for that. Our team has learned how to work better together remotely as the months have gone on, and it’s amazing how well things can work through Teams and Zoom and all that other stuff.

For our home life, rather than being stuck in a little apartment, we had a house to spread out in. And when we weren’t working, we had projects to work on—yard work, painting, online shopping for furniture, etc.

When we weren’t working on the house, we were out running in the nearby foothills or riding bikes along the river. Things were starting to suck all around us, but we found a happy place together.

By July, we were excited to be able to road trip up to Coeur d’Alene (I still can’t spell it without looking it up) and we spent some time camping with Laura’s parents. It was a nice little break from stay-at-home life.

Not long after that came the moment that would change our lives forever.

Baby Schlag is on the way!

We took our time getting the word out to our family and to friends, and technically we never followed up with part two of that announcement. So, in case you haven’t yet heard – we’re having a girl!

We found out the Friday before Thanksgiving, and though I thought I wouldn’t be allowed to attend any of the OGBYN appointments—they called the day before to let me know I could see the ultrasound and find out so much about our soon-to-be new member of the family.

I know Laura is already in love with the girl who is yet to see the world, and I’m ecstatic to be a girl dad soon. We’re in full swing of buying furniture for the baby’s room, reading books, and putting together lists.

Stay at Home Christmas

This year will undoubtedly be the weirdest and loneliest Christmas we’ve ever had, but we’re making the most of it.

We have each other. We have Sawyer. We have a baby on the way.

We’ll talk to our families and open presents over video calls.

We’ll watch the new Pixar movie and probably the new Wonder Woman, too.

We’ll go snowshoeing and embrace the Winter Wonderland that is the hills and mountains of Idaho.

And with an early April due date coming up, we’ll never be quite so alone again.

Here’s to leaving behind the dumpster fire that was 2020 and moving into the new year. It won’t all get better on January 1 (or January 20, for that matter—but let’s all have a drink that day and raise a toast, regardless 🍻).

But seriously, things are looking up. And we can’t wait to have visitors in the near future. We missed out on having a housewarming party, so we’ve got some catching up to do!

Much Love,

Josh, Laura, Sawyer, and ???

Race Report: Across the Years 2018-2019

So, uh. I ran 100 miles last week. More specifically, I did it within 24 hours, and all I got was this lousy (awesome) belt buckle. I toed the line with a couple dozen other like-minded (read: crazy) folks on New Year’s Eve at 9 am. I didn’t stop moving until New Year’s Day at 8:55 am. This is my story.

A year ago, my (now) wife and I signed up to run Across the Years. What’s that? – you may ask… It’s a timed race, meaning that you sign up for a block of 24 hours, 48 hours, 72 hours, or SIX DAYS and you run (or walk or hobble or whatever you need to do) as much or as little as you’d like during that time. It’s a one-mile loop that runs through the outer concourse of Camelback Ranch’s baseball practice fields. Normally, crowds gather here in March to watch the White Sox and the Dodgers – but for a week in December / January each year – a bunch of lunatics like me come out to test ourselves.

In the 2017-2018 version of the race, I got up to 50 miles and called it quits. That wasn’t really the plan, but I took a break which ended up lasting probably half an hour, and I just couldn’t muster up the will to get back out there. Besides, I just wanted to hit the 50-mile mark so that I’d have a little more self-confidence before running the Black Canyon 100K in February.

This year, though? My goal was to run 100 miles in one go. My wife will tell you, though – I didn’t have much of a game plan. She’d probably also tell you that I didn’t train enough. She knew I could do it, but I don’t think she was as confident as I was when I started that New Year’s Eve.

I’m glad she was there, though. If she had any doubts, she didn’t let them show. She ran with me every so often (as allowed) and it was nice to chat a little bit in between podcasts, music, and audiobooks that otherwise kept me company. Things would get rough at times, but her smile along with encouraging words from other friends at various times of the day (and night) were all I needed to keep my feet moving.

As the clock drew closer to midnight, I started calculating how much time I’d be killing at the start/finish line to countdown the new year with Laura and take a quick swig of champagne. As soon as we did that, we were back on the course to keep moving ahead of the crowd. I say crowd because they let spectators take a lap after midnight just for kicks. I loved seeing so many people on the course with me, but I didn’t want to get stuck among the herd. I had a pace to keep and the clock was ticking.

To start the whole thing, my pace was somewhere in the ballpark of 10-11 minute miles. That’s an easy run. My marathon pace is probably closer to 9-minute miles, for reference. As time went on, it got closer to a 14-minute average. Some loops took 18 minutes. Some were in the 12 range. It really just depended on how I was feeling at any given moment or whether I was eating or needed a bathroom break… By the time midnight had come and gone I calculated in my head that I’d need to keep up a 14:30 average over the remaining 30+ miles. Easy enough, right?

Well, that number pretty much dictated the rest of the race for me. I kept to it so much so that things really came down to the wire in the last hour. A little buffer would be nice, right? Also, I determined that I’d hit 100 miles halfway through one of my laps. Remember when I said it was a 1-mile course? Well, it’s more like 1.05 or something. I asked a friend if the tracker at the halfway point would count, and on my next lap they confirmed that I’d need to finish the entire lap before 9am – something I considered but didn’t really take into account with my lap pace. He shouted at me as I passed through and realized I had a little over 15 minutes to complete another lap. That’s within my average pace up to that point, but it lit a fire in me. I pushed as hard as I could to not come in under the gun, and as I stated at the top of this report – I finished with 5 minutes to spare.

It was one of the most difficult accomplishments of my lifetime, and I’m already looking back on it with pride.

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One thing I didn’t think too much about was recovery. I was so focused on what I’d need to do to knock out 100 miles that I didn’t take into account just how long it would take before I’d be back to normal again.

After I was done running, I could finally stop moving. I could finally sit. I barely stopped and stood still for 24 hours and didn’t sit at all in that amount of time. After nearly an hour of sitting in front of a portable heater (during which time my body temperature and heart rate dropped a LOT) I somehow made it to my feet and slowly waddled to the car. Oh, how I would get used to waddling for the next 36 hours…

We got home late morning on New Year’s Day. After a warm bath (an underrated luxury) and a quick bite to eat, it was off to sleep (finally!).

My body temperature rose again as inflammation set in everywhere and my heart rate settled into an elevated state that it wouldn’t return from until January 3rd. I’ve experienced an elevated heart rate after a tough 50K, but it never lasted more than half a day or so. This was nuts. I just kept resting and eating during that time, and once I could stand without using my arms as leverage I started walking again as much as I could muster. One thing I’ve learned from my wife the physical therapist is that active recovery is a key to rehabilitation.

I’m slightly obsessed with my Garmin. Heart rate, sleep tracking, all that jazz.

We’re about a week out now, and I’m not in any rush to get back to regular training, though it’ll come soon. I don’t know what my next race might be, but I now know that I CAN run 100 miles. I can do whatever I set my mind to.

Game on.

Race Report: Across the Years 24-Hour Race

Just a few weeks before this race, I set a new PR for the 50K distance at McDowell Mountain Frenzy. I know, a 50K PR doesn’t necessarily mean a ton with all the variation in trails, but it still felt like a pretty good accomplishment and boosted my confidence in my preparation for the Black Canyon 100K in February 2018.

Next up? Across the Years, starting the morning of New Year’s Eve and (theoretically) finishing the morning of New Year’s Day.

Laura put together a game plan to take the race on conservatively and run slower than one might think to run. Overall, her strategy worked out nicely as she and her running partner kept each other going.

My strategy, though, was to not really have a strategy. I’d run a pace that felt good, keep it no faster than 10-minute miles, and see how it goes. I put Finding Gobi on my phone via the Audible app and that got me through most of my race. Sure, the book is less than ten hours long, and I had planned on running 24 hours – right? Well, that changed…

Half marathon: ✔️ #acrosstheyears

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I cranked through the half marathon distance at a decent clip. I had set a PR just months before running sub-9-minute miles, so this was no big deal.

Marathon: ✔️ #acrosstheyears

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By the time I got closer to the marathon distance, though, I was still running a pace that I wasn’t quite used to over that distance, and so I started to fade a bit…

50K: ✔️ #acrosstheyears

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Once I got to the 50K distance, I decided to take my first extended break where I actually sat down and ate a bit of a sandwich. I figured this would be the first of many breaks like this as I ran through the night. No big deal.

Uncharted territory for me.. 50 miles: ✔️ #acrosstheyears

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Yeah, so.. I started taking more breaks. Nothing big, but just decided to take care of myself along the way. Plus, my book was done at this point, so I didn’t even have that to keep me going. Music was fine, but it wasn’t nearly as distracting. Distractions are good with such a monotonous race as this. The people are great, but you can only get so excited about running a 1 mile flat loop, y’know?

By the time I hit 50 miles, I was under 11.5 hours into the race. 100 miles could be doable, but I really didn’t feel like it. My motivation was shot, and I took an extended rest break. The air had gotten cold and I found a heater, and that was pretty much it for me. I’d go back out for a handful more miles, both on my own and to accompany Laura, but I was fading fast.

Happy New Year! #newyears #aravaiparunning #acrosstheyears ?: @happyjubilee

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New Year’s came around, and I celebrated with Laura and other friends. I was talking big heading into this race, in that I wanted to run the underwear beer mile after midnight and all that… Yeah, no. I layered up and laid down in the tent, not to emerge until the sun came up the next morning. Laura joined me some time later when her mileage had caught up to mine, and we crawled out into the next day to hobble around one final mile before turning in our trackers.

I felt pretty good about nailing down nearly 60 miles. It wasn’t quite what I thought I’d do, but it was more than enough for this venture. And I proved to myself that I could definitely run for the 100K distance. Game on, Black Canyon.