EPIC CLIMB!!

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In late November, Kacie Fischer Cleveland approached me with the idea of attempting to set a stair climbing world record for the most vertical feet climbed by a 4 person relay team in 24 hours.  Without even hesitating, I said yes, I knew this was something I definitely wanted to be a part of and couldn't miss out on.  2012, was the year of new experiences and challenges so I was eager to tackle this one.  The only thing was that we were attempting this world record on January 4th, in Jacksonville, FL!!  Kacie was working with the ALA in Jacksonville for their Fight for Air Climb in February so we were using our event as a way to attract climbers and encourage enthusiasm towards climbing and general health and fitness.  

Our 4-person team was comprised of myself (top female climber and 10x Boston Marathon qualifier), Kacie (a world record holder and top short tower female climber), Mark T (founder of WCL and stair climbing obsessee) and PJ Glassey (fitness / nutrition expert, owner of X-Gym and stair sprinter extraordinaire).   I was thrilled to be a member of this unique team!  Our training background and stair climbing experiences were all different but we had the common bond of being obsessed with tower running!!  I come from an endurance background and Kacie inline skated across the county so were both familiar with endurance events.  Mark has done 100 mile races on the elliptigo but PJ is a sprinter, cross-fit guru thus doesn’t believe in working out more than 10-15 minutes a day!!

I wasnt really sure what to expect, anything could happen over the course of 24 hours!!  I had like a month to train so decided to do a few longer endurance type workouts in the stairwell, I convinced Brady, David Hanley and David McGrath to join me.  I hit a few multi-hour workouts, a 2 - hour workout and a 3- hour workout in addition to my normal training.  We would climb the Z tower 10x then take a 45-60 minute break to refuel, I wanted to see how it would be to have such an extended rest period since I would have that during the Epic Climb.  Tried refueling a few different ways, coconut water was a must have, I was also stock-piled with Raw Revolution bars.

I loved the endurance climbs, I had been feeling a bit sluggish in the stairwell post-Sears so doing endurance just let me do my thing without really pushing the pace or worrying about my times as much.  It was mentally encouraging and gave me a boost.  In order to slow myself down, I was using the outer rail or double railing it, if I clenched that inner rail I found myself pushing the pace and going too fast.  

Our team kept discussing the logistics of our climb and what kinda format we wanted to use.  Would we start from floor 1 or floor 9, how many times would we climb before switching off, what we needed to refuel, etc.  We all had different ideas but when it came down to it, we decided we were going to start at 6 pm on friday and go till 6 pm on saturday, we also decided to have floor 9 be our basecamp.  we had the whole floor so we could all spread out, store our stuff and have our own rooms.  That meant we we would be climbing from 9 to 42 every time and since there was no floor 13 (for luck reasons), we’d be climbing 32 floors.  we also decided that each person would climb 3 times before switching to the next climber.  another decision to be made was in regards to which elevator we should use, we could use the freight elevator which was slower but went directly to 9 or we could use the standard elevators but it was express to floor 1 so we’d have to get out at the lobby and change elevators to head back up to floor 9.  we decided to go with the freight elevator because it seemed like less of a hassle.  we set some goals, 100,000 steps, 5,000 floors and 65,000 vertical feet so the only thing left to do was climb!   

at the last minute, brady decided to come.  he wanted to support me and thought it would be an incredible experience to be a part of plus he could act as my own personal assistant or be an alternate if we needed someone.  we bought him a ticket and we were on our way.   

getting starting...

we got to jacksonville on thursday evening, took a look at the tower with kacie and just took it easy. friday we spent the day relaxing and resting before heading to the tower for media and the start of the Epic Climb.  we drew numbers to see who was climbing first and i was the lucky one!!  brady did a test climb and it took him just over 6 minutes going at a super conservative pace.  The clock hit 6 pm and i was off, i decided to check my watch at floor 20, it was an easy floor to remember even though it really wasn’t halfway.  The stairwell turned to the right and had 10 steps per one flight and 11 steps the next.  i finished my first climb in 4:58, whoa, blazing!! much quicker than anticipated, i ran to the elevator, ran down the hall and started up again.  i cranked out 5:09 and 5:08, everyone was shocked and even i thought it might be a bit fast.  i wasnt sure if i’d be able to handle that pace for 24 hours so told myself to slow down.  

i slapped the bracelet onto PJ’s wrist and he was on his way.  The order was me, PJ, Mark and Kacie.  we were sharing go-pro cameras so we’d have the whole 24 hours recorded and we were also keeping tabs of our splits on the overall clocks so everything would be documented for Guinness.  I took in some coconut water and chocolate espresso beans.  I wasnt sure how to refuel during this event, usually i kinda go no fuel but knew i needed to eat over the course of 24 hours.  I figured after 2 sets of climbs, i would have a banana with almond butter, plus a few other little nibbles of stuff but during the other rest periods, i’d just take in some chocolate covered espresso beans, almond butter, dried cherries, other dried fruits and nuts, was drinking plenty of coconut water too.  seemed to be working well, we had a scale to keep track of our weight as well.  

the rest periods ended up being about 60 minutes to start because we were each taking around 20-23 minutes/round.  i was up again and went back at it.  slowed it down a bit with a 5:23 but then came back with a 5:14 and 5:09, oops.  i told myself to slow it up and brady reminded me of my pacing as well.  the rest was about 1:00-1:30 so relatively short.  i kept checking my watch at floor 20.  at floor 27, i’d tell myself only 15 left then when it got to 32, id start counting down each floor.  i think i did that for 24 hours!!  but it let my mind focus.  there was also a shiny sparkly fuzzball on the landing heading up towards 32, i looked forward to seeing that sparkling fuzz, gave me a glimpse of the future, was a warning that i was almost done, at least with that climb...

i cranked out 5 or 6 sets of climbs at 5:00-5:15 pace, i wasn’t slowing down, there was no stopping me.  brady hopped in the stairwell with me, tried to slow me down and it worked for one climb but once i was on my own, i was back to blazing it.  i was feeling good, getting recovery and just kept doing my thing.  

bad things happen during the middle of the night...

sometime past midnight, kacie got stuck in the elevator!! luckily, she had her phone with her so could call for help.  we kinda stood around not knowing what to do, i was on deck so just got back in the stairwell and continued to climb, she just kept telling us “climb on, climb on!!”.  for the first 6-7 hours, i was going with no tunes.  i just wanted to figure out my pace and get into a rhythm, i knew that music would definitely make me pick up the pace so i told myself i’d start using it during the middle of the night or 12 hours in.  i decided this was the perfect time to crank it out so i plugged in kelly clarkson and started off, hit 3 sub 5:00 climbs.  whoa!  im sure that was a bit too speedy, darn clarkson!! but i was feeling good.  since kacie was stuck for almost 3 hours, the rest of us were getting shorter rest.  at one point, i only had 4 climbs as rest (maybe 30 minutes of rest) so i was up after no time, i was really starting to feel it during this time.  the lack of sleep was starting to get to me as well, we had been up since friday morning so i was getting sleepy tired although my body still felt alive while climbing.  we had an air mattress in our room, as soon as i’d lay down, i knew if i closed my eyes, i’d fall alseep so i wouldn’t let myself do that.  i wasn’t sure how my body would feel if  took a nap, might just wake up feeling groggy so i just stayed awake.  i spent my rest period jotting down my splits, snacking and making FB posts.  the middle of the night seemed to drag on, everyone was sleeping or just low energy.  i was starting to get irritated and kinda felt myself breaking down mentally during my rest periods but whenever it came my time to climb, i was ready to go and still hitting the same splits.  

after my 8th set of climbs, i had done 704 floors, that was the most i’d ever climbed and still had lots to go!!  the elevators were dragging a bit and since kacie was stuck in the freight, we decided to use the express so had to switch on floor 1 which was kinda annoying.  i kept having to wait for the elevators at the top which was frustrating and i was antsy.  not sure how many times i’d hit that darn button before the thing would show up.  

once kacie got out of the elevator, we all started to do 2 climbs per round, while kacie did 3 so she could catch up.  mentally it was a boost to only do 2 climbs.  i was still feeling pretty good but my legs were starting to feel it and i was starting to feel some blisters from yanking the rail so put on my gloves.  i was still using the inner rail and cranking out 5:00-5:15 climbs, no signs of slowing down.  a friend of Kacie’s was there to give us massages, which was quite beneficial when my calf started getting tight.  my left back/shoulder was also getting really tight from constantly pulling over and yanking the rail.  i had a few minor breakdowns during the middle of the night and was glad brady was there to encourage, motivate and support me.  he got me back in the stairwell and even climbed with me when i needed an extra boost.  another milestone came when we each hit 1000 floors, that was just incredible!!

and then there was light!

once morning came around, it was great seeing sunlight and more people were up and at em.  there was a practice climb for the Fight for Air climb so it was terrific having other people in the stairwell, it was encouraging seeing other people and just gave a mental boost when we all needed it.  

when we had about 8 hours to go, i was really dragging.  i was majorly sleep deprived and my legs were starting to get heavy.  thankfully, the massage brought them back to life.  brady made sure i was getting the proper nutrition and kept me going.   i was still hitting the same kinda times at the 20th floor but found myself slowing after that, i was still hitting 5:00-5:10 but the effort felt much greater.  i was breathing hard (i was the entire time) and my heart rate when we started was around 160 for the first climb and 170-180 for the other 2 climbs in the set.  after a few hours, i stripped the monitor because i was seeing any changes although it woulda been interesting to monitor at this point!!  i told myself that the sub 5:00 climbs were history, i just wanted to stay sub 5:30 and that i needed to slow down a bit so i could survive the rest of the climbs.  mentally i felt like i was just getting through it.  i was still listening to the music, katy perry and maroon 5, of course slow songs would always come on during my 2nd climb or towards the end, really?!? come on, thats not what i need!!  yet i finished with a time of 4:50, haha.  not sure where that came from especially since i was fried and though sub 5:00 were long gone.  i was feeling fresh again!!

we had about 4 hours left, so about 8 sets of climbs or 250 floors, yowzas!  but at the same time, that was nothing compared to what we had already done. i put on kelly clarkson for the next round and pounded out a 4:53 and 4:52, plus some really short rest.  was my fastest 2 climb time!!  totally shocked that i was still keeping pace and hitting these times with only 4 hours to go!!  kinda freaking myself out, super encouraged and excited.  when we had 3 hours left, we switched to single climbs.  so we probably had about 6 climbs each, it was mentally awesome to climb once, just made it much easier.  

the hours are dwindling, down to single digits!  i begged brady to climb with me during the last few hours, i was mentally needing some support and wanted someone in the stairwell with me.  i was listening to music so i couldn’t hear what he was saying but i loved just having him there.  it was a relief and just encouraging.  we started off on my 1st single climb, “stronger” by kelly clarkson came on and we just took off.  it was a blazing, almost all out effort, and it certainly felt like it especially after climbing for 21 hours already!!  we came in at 4:39, whoa!! that was about 11 seconds faster than any of my others and i was feeling it, i knew that was probably a bad idea.  not sure how i’d feel for the rest of my climbs but wanted to ease up just a tad to recover.  the break flew by, only about 20-30 minutes now so super short.  the next climb was 5:00, i was majorly feeling that freakish climb.  that was a bad idea...

i felt even worse on the next climb, came in at 5:09 but majorly struggled. the effort was super hard and my legs just felt shot.  what had i done?!?  the climb after that, i was totally frazzled., we only had like 2 climbs left each but the rest period wasn’t easy, i was doubting myself mentally and physically and just breaking down from lack of sleep and exhaustion.  brady was climbing with me again, we were a bit sluggish at floor 20 and i was totally feeling it, i felt like a slacker and that i was letting myself off the hook.  i decided to pick it up with 10 floors to go, at that point, i spontaneously burst into tears.  i just couldn’t help myself, it was so incredibly hard and i was pushing myself to the max both mentally and physically and felt like this was the hardest thing i’d ever done.  we finished with a  5:02 and i just kept on crying, i couldn’t help myself.  it was so brutal but i was proud of myself for pushing and really picking up the pace at the end.  i really picked it up in the back half, i had to drop like 5 seconds.

on what we thought was my last climb, brady took the lead to pace me.  i was still smiling and giving it my all even though my legs were wanting to just curl up and crumble beneath me, i was actually behind him and kinda wanted to pick up the pace but just went with it.  we cranked out the climb in a 5:09.  at that point, i thought i was done, finished, had done my thing and pushed to the limits the whole time but there was extra time so i was going up again.  mentally, i wasn’t really prepared for this, of course i had no choice.  brady went back in there with me and we blazed another super fast climb with a 4:43 or there abouts so my 2nd fastest time was my last one after 24 hours of climbing!!  

this was such an incredible experience, there were plenty of ups and downs and i found out a lot about myself over the course of 24 hours.  there were periods when i just wanted to give up, go to sleep or just lay around but whenever i hit the stairs, i was pushing the limits and giving it my all, i wasn’t backing down.  i forced myself to tears, i thought i’d fade towards the end but was hitting my best time.  i just couldn't believe it, i stayed strong the entire time and of course i couldn't have done it without brady, my parents, family, friends and epic climb teammates supporting and encouraging me.  we were always getting messages from people and it helped me get through it.  the toughest time was the middle of the night when the rest of the world was sleeping and we were climbing but having daylight and people around was incredible.  

EPIC - No Doubt!!

i will always remember this experience, i ended up climbing 1,472 floors and i kinda wanted to hit a  few more to get to 1500, haha.  we busted out goals, finished with 123,480 steps, 5,880 floors and 76,000 vertical feet.  i really wanna conquer this again, maybe in chicago?!?

after the climb, i gave myself a couple of days to rest.  my body was feeling pretty good, my legs felt fine but physically i was just exhausted so wanted to take it easy.  i was also struggling to get back into my routine since sears.  ive just been kinda burnt out and tired, i haven't been able to motivate myself to hit my normal routine.  i’d get it for a day or two but then would just wanna take it easy or rest, i was burnt out on intensity.  i was hitting the stairs hard for all of 2012 and now, i just wanted to do long endurance kinda stuff.  it seemed more appealing, pushing to the limits and always going hard didn't seem to suit my interests at the moment.  i was struggling with my training, my eating habits had suffered and i just wasn't there.  it was frustrating, i wasn't used to having a down period like this, especially for so long.  i didnt like it, i didn't know what to do.  i have all these stair races coming up but wasn't getting in my unique training and frankly, i just wanna have fun with it.  whatever happens, happens but i wanna enjoy myself.  

2012, was my year to hit all the races, travel.  i wanted to win and own the chicago skyline, which i did.  i wasn't sure that 2013 could live up to 2012 and i didn't wanna compete with it either.  i wanted to savor it and i wanted to appreciate what i had done.  i was looking for new unique challenges, the 24 hour climb opened up my eyes to something different.  i was kinda craving endurance again.  i have plenty of stair races planned for this winter and i’m gonna hit em up, hancock will be my main focus and the rest will be for enjoyment, to see my step-siblings and to participate in the sport i love.  i finally feel like i’m getting my groove back and am starting to get into my training so hopefully it’s another fun and exciting year.  i've got my eyes set on a couple of new opportunities and i'm thrilled for what the future will bring!  

skyrise!

**SKYRISE CHICAGO - Sears Tower - 14:57

1st place female - 5th place overall - tied course record**

Let’s step back a bit

I was traveling most of September, over Labor Day I was in Vienna for the Millennium Tower Run-Up, I came home for about a week then was off to Italy for 10 days with my parents.  My race in Milan was cancelled so it became just a vacation, I wasn’t really sure what that meant, haha.  I’m used to traveling for a specific purpose and most of my trips were quite short.  Go there, get it done and head home.  I actually welcomed the change of pace; it was nice not having to think about a race at all, I could do whatever I wanted.  I took this as a period of time to recharge myself, get in some easy workouts before smashing myself training for Sears.  My dad and I did a bunch of running and I also got him to do a stair workout on the Spanish steps with me.  Talk about a different and neat experience :)

While in Europe, my rawness kinda dissipated.  I fell back into the trap of bread.  It had a hold of me, one that I wasn’t proud of.  I couldn’t escape its grasp!  I was eating chocolate croissants and things I wouldn’t normally touch but I was in the mood to indulge.  I could tell my body wasn’t really a fan of this though, I felt sluggish, slow and just blah.  I came back and my stair workouts suffered as well, I wasn’t hitting my usual times so I knew it was time to say good-bye to bread again.  It just doesn’t work with my body and/or training and I can’t control myself around it.  Give me a loaf of grainy nutty fresh bread and I’d most likely devour it in 2 days.   I kicked the habit and instantly felt leaner and my times drastically decreased again!  Yes, I was back!!!

Step it up

Once I got back, I had a little over a month to kill my training before my big race of the fall.  I knew that I had to be spot on with my training; I had to increase the incline, hit more of it and had to be vertically focused.  I switched things up a bit, I continued to put time in on the rower to give me some arm strength and hit my secret training machine to provide another 1-2 vertical arm punch.  I cranked the treadmill and ran easy mountain runs, conquered cobra intervals and was hitting the stairs 2-3 times a week.  I started doing sprints and running in the stairwell once or twice a week and was hitting the bigger Z steps on the weekend, trying to line up solid 5 climb averages.  3 weeks in a row, I hit my best averages and I felt awesome doing it.  My mental attitude was sky-high and my training was all there.  I was having high hopes for sears.  I can see the skyline from my office so I “staired” at that tower every day and just became fixated with it but prevented myself from obsessing over the race.   I wanted to add this tower to my collection of towers I’ve dominated in the Chicago skyline.  I wanted to look up at that beast and know that I finally slayed the fire breathing dragon and owned him.  I didn’t want him to break my heart again or chew me up and spit me out like he’s done in previous years.  It’s funny because when I think back about last year, I have a distaste in my mouth and feel unpleased with my climb yet when I look back in my log its nothing but positive.  I saw how thrilled I was with my time; hit my goal time and this or that.  Strange how your opinion changes, like when you’re giving it your all during a race and you’re telling yourself that you’re pushing it to the limits but you finish and 5 minutes later think you could’ve pushed a smidge harder.  At least I tend to wonder that…

 Driving in and looking up

I really hadn’t been thinking about the specifics of this race, I wanted to do well but I didn’t wanna pressure myself because I think I’m a stronger athlete when I’m positive and don’t get bogged down with the details.  But I usually start second guessing just about everything when it comes down to it.  Was my training enough, am I really capable of the goal times I have in mind.  Sears usually runs about 4 minutes slower/longer than Hancock or Aon so based on those times, the thought of a sub 15 climb lingered on my mind yet I was hesitant to say it out loud or actually tell anyone.  I had a goal of sub 15:30, under 15:15 would be superb and seeing a 14 in the first 2 digits would just be stellar.  Besides Cindy Harris, no female had gone under 15 at Sears, which was a lot to take in. 

I figured out my splits for floor 25, halfway at 52 and floor 75.  Once we got to the higher floors, the configuration of the building would switch, for the first 65 floors we turned right on steep steps then we’d spin off down a little hallway take on a giant massive flight of steps then start turning left.  It also got real funky towards the top because there would be 3 flights per floor so additional turning and that slows ya down so I had to take that into consideration.  The splits couldn’t be equal all the way up; there would be some time differences.  I set my goal time for 15:05 and set the splits accordingly to 3:20 for 25 floors, 7:10 at halfway and 10:25 at 75.  Then I’d only have like 4:30ish left and would need to start giving it my all or pushing to another gear somewhere in the last 25 floors. 

I decided to sleep in my own bed the night before the climb, would save me cash then I could get my coffee on while driving in.  I wasn’t all that nervous until I was driving and could see the tower looming in the distance.  It looked so tall and like it would swallow me whole in the blink of an eye.  My heart started racing and the caffeine didn’t help.  My hands were getting clammy.  I got there and just didn’t know what to do with myself.  I ran through my splits in my head, chatted with my step-siblings.  Blasted some Kelly Clarkson – stronger through my headphones and just visualized my race trying to let nothing get to me.  I’d been training with music the past few weeks and I found it to be motivational but didn’t trust myself to use it during a race, figured it’d make me go training pace which would be way too fast for sears and I’d blow it so I was stuck listening to the sound of my extreme breathing. 

I wanted one last bathroom break before heading to the starting line and saw my step-brothers walking up the escalator.  I wasn’t paying attention and of course they were walking up the down escalator as a warm-up.  As soon as I stepped on I knew I was in trouble, I wasn’t really a fan of this experience.  I didn’t like the movement and I just felt unsteady, anyways I continued upward in a downward fashion.  I reached the top and stepped on the flat moving part like I would on a normal up escalator except this was moving backwards, the steps slipped out from under me.  My hands planted into the top and my knee slammed into the step.  Dang!  That’s no good, I got up, I had escalator marks on my leg, and my knee was throbbing and instantly swelled up.    My knee looked like a fericious feline had scratched me, I joked that I now had the blood of a lion in me.  I attempted to jog around, not a pleasant feeling and my hands were feeling it too, how would they feel yanking the rail for 100 floors?!?  Great, 10 minutes before taking on the tallest tower, I do something stupid.  I jogged around some more and tried to loosen it up, it wasn’t feeling any better. 

We got to the starting line and the nerves started to really hit.  It felt surreal that this race was finally here; of course we all stood around trying to decide who should start where.  Cindy insisted that I go in front of her so I started behind the Stair Climb Lunatic; we were shooting for similar times.  Some other random guys decided to weasel their way in front of us as well, great, now I’m gonna have to lose time trying to get around them.

Climbing higher and higher

I watched Dinkin disappear into the stairwell and patiently waited for the next several seconds until I was given the go ahead.  I ran in there and started to do my thing. I kept telling myself to stay relaxed, there’s no need to blow the race in the first 25 floors.  Last year I was 20 seconds faster than I was supposed to be (I believe I actually hit a 3:05 which was quicker than my goal pace this year!), I didn’t want the same thing to happen this time.  My goal was aggressive so needed to stay on target.  It’s hard to see the floors in this tower, there are several signs with numbers on them and it’s kinda off to the side.  I quickly came upon a few guys who started off in front of me, great now I gotta get around them just like I predicted before the start.  One guy actually muttered something beneath his breath (probably something related to being scared since he was about to get chicked!) and picked up the pace, started running.  Seriously?!?  You’re gonna play this game and try to stay in front of me?  This frustrated me instantly.  I got behind one of the guys and politely asked him to move aside which he did.  Came up on another one, was right behind him for a flight or two, literally one step behind him.  He wouldn’t budge, finally I was like umm, excuse me and he stepped outta the way.  Passed the “runner guy” too.  Ok, now that we crossed that hurdle, I can get back into my routine. 

I saw one final guy in the distance, it was SCL.  He looked down and saw me, shouted some words of encouragement.  I turned the corner on a landing and he swung wide, using the outside rail.  Graciously letting me by, he yelled something along the lines of “go, spider, go!” and gave me a boost of encouragement, motivation and then I was gone! He later said that he felt a gust of wind as I blew by, haha.  My response was that I doubt I’m capable of producing any gusts but perhaps more of a slight breeze. 

Got to the 25 floor mark and glanced at my watch, 3:10.  A bit fast but not as extreme as last year, 9 seconds in the bank.  Continued with the rhythm, tried not to look at the floors.  Didn’t wanna play mind games with myself.  Didn’t need to be fixated on every passing floor!  I was still feeling strong and relaxed.  Just one hand over the other, grabbing that rail and stepping up 2 steps at a time. 

Finally, I reached the halfway point, floor 52 – 7:00; I was still about 10 seconds ahead of pace.  I was starting to feel it now; the next 25ish floors were drastically harder.  I found myself repeating this phrase to myself “I hate this right now, I hate this right now”, the little demons started to take over.  Then I would quickly tell myself not to think that and I’d go back to something positive or just not thinking at all.  I looked at the signs on the wall, you’ve now climbed the height of the Eiffel tower or the Space Needle or you can see 3 states from the Skydeck.  I’m probably one of the only top climbers who sees those things.  Floor 66 spits ya out down a little hallway and forces ya up this massive long steep flight, its kinda never-ending.  Then it evens out again.  I tasted that blood-iron taste in my mouth and my breathing was rapid fire and so was my heart rate.

Approached 75 and checked the watch – 10:25.  Oh, now I was dead on my goal pace.  That means I lost the 10 seconds I had in the 1^st half.  I was still encouraged being on pace, could be worse and I could be behind.  I knew I had about 4:30ish left to go so really had to give it my all.  4:30 isnt that long but when your legs are already feeling like iron dead weights, your arms wanna fall off and your lungs are filled with fire covered daggers, 4:30 can be an excruciatingly long period of time.  I started to dig deep and found myself repeating that same phrase “I hate this right now”.  My mind quickly retreated back to the positive demon on my other shoulder, he would give better advice.  The flights start to change towards the top, they get smaller/shorter and theres 3 per floor instead of 2.  This was gonna slow me down regardless of how I felt and I felt like I was creeping along!!  I really tried to pick up the pace the last 5, 10, 20 floors and it was like I had nothing.  My legs couldn’t go any faster; I was stutter-stepping on the landings and was pushing off my knee instead of relying on the rail.  In a last ditch effort, I attempted to veer down the middle of the stairwell and use both rails but realized that’s not my style and went back to the inner lane and my beloved inner rail.  I was starting to see spots and I knew I didn’t have much time.  I looked at my watch at one point and still had a couple of minutes left, I had no idea what pace I was going or what my finishing time was gonna be but I suspected it was slower than my goal.  I couldn’t hear Cindy or anyone else so figured I was in the clear as far as anyone passing me and I just hung on for dear life.  I tried to bound and give it that extra effort but I just couldn’t will my body to do anything.  Maybe the extra turns make the end feel more dramatic and worse than it actually is but wow it wasn’t pretty.  Some volunteer asked if I was ok or if I needed help, geesh, I must really look bad or sound like a dying wild animal. 

Floor 100, oh my gosh really only 3 floors left.  Were at the end and I really tried to pick it up. 102, one floor left come on do something.  I could hear the cheers from the top and volunteers saying 1 floor left.  I tried to kinda “run” that last flight.  I flung myself across the mat and down onto the carpet.  I laid there motionless for a while, trying to catch my breath.  My entire body felt limp and I looked at my watch – 14:56.  Oh my gosh!!  Excitement rushed through my head but at the same time I couldn’t even process it.  I had no idea how I made up that extra time, I thought I was gonna be like 15:15 or something, the last several floors made me lose hope of sub 15.  I finally got up and attempted to crawl across the floor, my knee was throbbing.  When I made it over to a few of my step-brothers I just laid there in heap.   All I could do was show them my watch.  I felt really sick and just not good; I tried to walk around a bit.  My throat still felt like it was lined with daggers, I had this pounding headache and my knee locked up.  Luckily I didn’t notice my knee at all during the climb and my hands were totally fine too.  I was yawning uncontrollably as well, not like a small weak yawn but like the yawn of a lion. 

We took a bunch of pictures and waited around for everyone to finish.  My step-siblings did a tremendous job, a bunch of them climbed their fastest times and others were ecstatic with climbing this beast for the first time.  I was eager for my dad to finish, this was his first time doing sears and I couldn’t wait to see him.  He finally popped out of the stairwell and a huge smile came across my face and I gave him a giant wave!!  He had been sick the past few days so he didn’t his his goal time but  I was proud of him regardless, he took on the challenge and didn’t give up.  It was great having him there and introducing him to my step-siblings.

I was so thrilled about my time and knew that I had possibly passed or tied the course record which was incredible.  I just couldn’t believe that I won this race and could add the sears tower to my collection of Chicago skyscrapers.  That was my goal and I did it.  And I placed 5^th overall, only 4 guys beat me!! 

This race really took a lot out of me; I was mentally and physically exhausted on Monday!!  My nervous system was fried, my knee was still throbbing and my forearms, abs and back were all sore but my legs felt fine, haha.  I decided to take a rest day.  Tuesday was a little better but was still not feeling up to doing anything so took it easy again.  No reason to force myself into training, I deserve a few easy rest days before I start cranking out training at warp speed again.   It seems like this 15:00 race oobliterates me more than a marathon!  But maybe I wasn’t running them fast enough, who knows.  But dang, that tower packed a punch!  At least now I can say that I own the beast! 

It’s so crazy that this race is over; the whole thing went by so quickly! I really can’t even believe everything I’ve done this year and everywhere I’ve gone.  Its kinda surreal.   Now it’s time to start focusing on the other Chicago towers and crushing them in 2013.  First I have to take on a new challenge, the XTERRA 21k trail world championships in Oahu, Hawaii.  I’ve never done a race like this so I have no expectations but maybe my climbing legs will do some work and produce some impressive results.  Then it’s the smaller 58 floor CF climb at 300 N. LaSalle, I just love this building and it’s a fun no pressure kinda race.  But the main focus is on Aon, Empire and Hancock.  Those are my 3 jewels for the winter climbing season; PT is in the mix too but kind of an afterthought.  Stratosphere is a possibility and so is the Big Climb in Seattle along with Aon LA, which is another favorite of mine.  Not sure what other major races I’ll do next year, would like to hit more on the international circuit.  Taipei 101 is one that I would like to return to, there’s no doubt about that!  I'm really looking forward to this upcoming stair season, I cant wait to see all my step-siblings on a regular basis!!  So lucky to have such a great family, were all insane and i love it!

Plenty of time to get back into the groove and crank out the training.   Perhaps I’ll switch it up for a bit although whatever I’m doing seems to be working so might just stick with that but I think I’ll tweak a few minor things. 

finding myself in austria :)

Recent Tower Training

I told myself when August rolled around; it was time to really start to crack down on the vertical training.  Sears would be here quicker than expected and I wanted to be ready this time around.  I started cranking out 10 rep workouts at the Z tower.  It felt good to be back in there; I’d been doing workouts in my tower but my steps were small and just seemed inadequate for the steepness of the steps inside the tallest skyscraper that looms over the Chicago skyline.  I knew that 10 climbs would take mental fortitude because even 5 climbs can seem daunting at times.  I’ve been reading Scott Jurek’s book Eat & Run so I’d pull motivational quotes from there and repeat them to myself during the climbs.  Also decided to bust out my ipod, first time I’d be climbing with music.  I could tell the beat determined my climb rate, which was sweet.  It kept my mind occupied and I cranked em out.  I hit 2:45 average for my first workout, seemed solid.  The next weekend, I was back in there doing my thing and chopped off a few seconds coming in at 2:40-2:43, felt good to drop the times.  The next week was even more of a shock when I averaged 2:37 for 10 climbs!!! I used to think that was a great average for 5 climbs so to hit it for 10 was encouraging.  The next week, my mind was a mess, scattered and all over the place, my body didn’t feel that great either.  I knew it was gonna be a long workout, I found myself doubting myself and what I could do.  The negative thoughts poured in and I tried my best to block them out but it didn’t happen, I was broken.  My times were ok but I just wasn’t feeling it.  I saw Brady after my 6^th climb, he was done with his workout and I just couldn’t handle it, I felt too fragile and weak so I called mine too.  I was disappointed in myself for giving up and for talking myself down.  It was one of those bad days but after a few minutes I got back in there, hit some sprints instead, discovered one step running (something ill now incorporate into my workouts) and managed to eek out a total of 10 climbs.  It wasn’t the workout that I originally set out to do but I finished.   Afterwards, I was somewhat disappointed; I expected more of myself and my mental attitude.  The days when I fall short of positivity can be a real internal battle. 

The weekend before I was off to Vienna, I planned to see if I could break my 5 climb record.  That morning I entered the stairwell, with positivity but somewhat disheartened.  My legs didn’t feel super, it definitely wasn’t my best feeling workout physically but the times showed otherwise.  I didn’t smash my record but I did break it by 1 second, I’ll take it.  I pushed it so much on the last climb, I used everything I had, and my arms were taking on some of the work when my legs were feeling it.  I felt totally spent when I reached the top of the last one.  I was elated to set a 5 climb PR; it was a good sign of what’s to come. 

Leaving Drama Behind

Recently, I’ve been going through some personal melodrama and was really looking forward to escaping, to finding myself while wandering through the streets of Vienna and running in the mountains.  We moved into a new office for work and were having issues getting access to our files so I saving the few files I had to my desktop instead.  Tuesday afternoon, the IT logged onto my computer to try and solve the problem remotely, he quickly moved the mouse, deleting things and clicking this and that.  The next thing I know my desktop is almost completely bare.  I frantically searched for my files, they were gone, deleted!!  My past 3 days of work were lost and I had to get them to the client before I left the country, I searched my personal files and my training log had also been deleted.  My heart sank; my training for the past 6 months was erased.  That thing is so important to me, I had 2 versions and of course they were both gone.  I tried not to freak and before I left for the night we started a program to recover the deleted files.  When I got to work on Wednesday it was done but the files were corrupt!! I spent several precious hours on the phone with the IT guy, frustrated and annoyed.  All I wanted was an easy morning at work to tie up a few loose ends before heading to the airport but I didn’t get any of that, we found my training log but the files were useless.  (After note - I recalled that I had recently sent the calendar version in an email so all is not lost!!  I found it and am just missing a few random days in August, its not the detailed version with the guts of my every feeling and move but at least I know the quantity/gist of what I had done)

I left work to go for a run, planned on an easy jaunt through the forest by work.  Wanted to burn off some steam and excess energy before being cooped up on a plane for 11+ hours.  As soon as I started off, I realized I locked my keys in the car.  Great… at least my office is close by and luckily enough I work with my dad.  I ventured down the path, picking up the pace and raced into the building, even darted up the stairs.  Found my dad, we drove to my parent’s house to get my spare key and at this point, I was on the verge of a mini meltdown.  Tears streaming down my cheeks, I was so frazzled and knew I needed to find positivity and was worried that my race would suffer because of my poor mental attitude.  I felt better after my 5 mile run and a smile crept across my face, I wanted to put it all behind me and knew that I would find relief once I was on my way.

VIENNA!!

I arrived in Vienna around noon on Thursday, hopped on the train to the city and began to wander looking for my hotel.  I’m sure I Iooked like a major tourist wearing my oversized backpack, dragging luggage through the streets, stopping periodically on street corners to check my map.  I was overheating at this point too, had too many layers on and just kept wandering.  It seemed as though I was headed in the right direction but the streets aren’t exactly labeled as directly as they are in the US, brought back memories of London where we searched for and came within 50 feet of our hotel several times, haha.  The street names were on the sides of the buildings but I couldn’t tell which direction they were referring to, was it the the N/S or E/W street?  I finally found my hotel and tossed myself on the bed.  Laid around for a little bit then decided to go for a run, I feel the best way to explore a new place is by running.  You can get around much quicker and it lets me spot places that I’d like to return to at a later time.  I took off down the street, not really sure where I was gonna go.  I knew I was in the inner circle of the city and the loop around it was 5k so that seemed like a good route but I really had no idea how to get to that loop so I just went in the direction that suited me and if I saw somewhere interesting, I headed towards it.  I also brought my phone with me so I could snap action shots.  I came across this area filled with hustle and bustle, outside cafes in the streets, lots of fancy shops and plenty of people.  I made a mental note to definitely come back here; a smile came across my face.  I was on my way to finding what I was internally searching for, I love exploring on my own and experiencing new things, it lets me peel away another layer and discover more about myself.  I darted through the crowds and weaved around for 40 minutes.  That night I headed to a veggie place nearby called Yamm (reminded me of Tibbits in Basel), have a great veggie buffet and lots of raw options so this was good.  I also spotted some coffee shops to head to in the morning. 

Friday morning rolled around, it wasn’t all that nice out which was disappointing because I really wanted to sit outside enjoying a cappuccino or latte and reading but oh well, found a great indoor café.  So I loitered for a bit, and then wandered a bit more and stumbled into a starbucks to do a little more reading.  That afternoon, Norbert was going to show me some sights around Vienna.  First we went to Millennium Tower so I could get a glimpse of the stairwell.  It’s funky because a floor is 17 steps straight, no middle landing or turn.  And the rail was super high and close to the wall, kinda awkward for me but I’d have to make do with it.  I tried a few floors and actually felt refreshed; my legs felt pretty good going vertical despite feeling somewhat tired wandering around.

After leaving the tower, we headed to a famous cathedral. On the way Norbert decided to stop for some traditional Vienna sausage, yea no thanks!  The spicy mustard was awesome though, haha.  Once we got to the church, I wanted to take a tour of the catacombs; it was somewhat eerie and creepy looking at piles of bones and skulls under a church but interesting at the same time.  Some of the bones had been there since the black plague!  We then went up to the top of the steeple, the view was terrific.  Then it was off to a palace, the garden and park around it was beautiful.  I just wanted to take off running but knew I had to save my legs.  I was started to get tired and my legs knew it was about quitting time, so I headed back to the hotel and I was off to Yamm for dinner again.  Decided to enjoy a chai latte while doing some more reading, not sure if it was the caffeine or the time change but I couldn’t fall asleep until after 3:30!!  I’d check my watch every hour and still was laying there awake, fretting about losing sleep for the race. 

Millennium Tower Extreme Climb

Saturday morning, I woke up after about 3 or 4 hours of sleep and hit the pavement to loosen up my legs.  Wandered to a café for a bit then was off to the tower.  I wouldn’t start my climb until at least 3:30 pm so had practically the whole day to kill.  Got there and came across the friendly faces of other European climbers, its great coming together at an event.  It was only 1:30 so I sat around, got a coffee, I was trying to stick to my normal morning race routine.  Ate a banana about an hour before my race.  It was kinda cool and misty out so I decided to warm up inside, the tower is part of a mall so I weaved through the shoppers, unique warmup. 

3 by 48 floors, this should be interesting.  They started us by bib numbers for the first climb, not really sure of the rhyme or reason for starting numbers, some of the elite guys were behind me, perhaps it’s by registration date, who knows.  I knew I would have to pass people.  We started upstairs and then one by one walked down an escalator, across a hall to the stairwell, I just took my time.  I was in no hurry and the timing mat was right before the stairwell anyways.  But the timing guys were always waving me forward, alright, alright, I’ll pick up the pace to a slow jog to appease you.

I hadn’t given this race much thought so much else has been cluttering up my mind and I seemed to be more focused or excited about the mountain running I was gonna be doing the next couple of days, haha.  The race was an added bonus and I knew that the outcome didn’t really matter, I would do my best and that’s all I could ask of myself.  Suzy Walsham was there and I knew that she would be my main competition.  I knew the shorter tower would be an advantage for her but thought maybe the triple climb would play to my advantage and possibly equate to a taller tower. 

I wanted to check my watch along the way, 25 seemed like a good spot.  It wasn’t really halfway but was easily memorable.  I was at 2:36, ok that should put me around 5:00.  I had set 5:00 as a goal for myself; I’d like to average that for 3 climbs.  I had to pass several guys and some girls, of course a few came blowing by me at the start of the race, darting around me.  HA! I thought to myself, yea go right ahead I’ll be seeing you in a few floors and just as I predicted, I had to get around them.  After grabbing hands for a bit, I kindly asked people to move aside or let me through, luckily one girl just stepped aside on the landing and the other guys graciously stepped outta the way. 

The last 4 floors are smaller, more turns like a normal stairwell and the rail changed too.  Was white and spindly, I tried to use the vertical poles as leverage and the turns were awkward because it was very square and a large pole was up the middle that would sometimes disrupt my rhythm.   I didn’t really push myself at the end, just kept a relaxed pace.  Didn’t wanna burn my legs on the first climb, checked my watch as I crossed the mat – 5:06.  Umm, alright, I guess that’s ok.  I saw Suzy in the way down, she clocked at 5:07, sweet, I had a second lead and it showed on the leader board.  I knew that both of us had held back but I had a feeling that she held back more than I did but I did think to myself “could I possibly win this”, the thought quickly crept into and out of my mind, I didn’t wanna focus on that and knew that she would probably blaze the next one. 

After the first climb, they put you in starting order of your finishing time so Suzy was starting one spot behind me, excellent (sarcastic response).  We had to wait for everyone to finish and meander down, at this point my legs were feeling alright but as time wore on, I was getting that jittery feeling and just wanted to get it over with.  I was also having some major cotton mouth issues, water didn’t seem to provide any relief.  After about 20 minutes, we lined up to start the 2^nd climb.  I was nervous about Suzy starting behind me, not really the position I wanted to be in.  I could hear her hot on my tail as soon as we started, she went running past me within the first 20 floors, I asked her if she wanted to get by but she just blazed by on the outside.  Running like it was no big effort and here I was yanking the rail.  I let her go, I knew there was no sense in me trying to chase her and I just wanted to do my own thing.  It was me against the tower, there was nothing I could do about her phenomenal speed.  I kept climbing, trying to encourage myself.  Looked at floor 25 and was 2:28, sweet about 8 seconds faster the 1^st climb.  I was feeling this one a bit more.  I stayed focus on my technique and kept yanking the rail.  I still wasn’t sure how hard I should push because we had that 3^rd climb looming over us.  I crossed the mat and dropped my hands to my knees, wow that was a bit rough.  Watch – 4:57, sweet chopped off a decent chunk of time.  Suzy clocked a 4:40 – wow that’s untouchable. So much for my 1 second lead, haha now I was about 15-20 seconds behind.  I knew that I couldn’t make up 15 seconds there was no way, the guys race had the same sort of results. 

My mouth was so dry and thirsty, the feeling just wouldn’t go away.  My legs were really feeling creepy crawly now, I paced and sat around stretching with Suzy waiting for the next climb.  After the 2^nd climb, we passed a bunch of guys in the overall standings; guess they couldn’t hold the pace, haha.  The rest before the 3^rd climb was closer to 30 minutes and I was getting very antsy.  I just wanted to get it over with and was hoping that I could finish faster than the 2^nd climb, but didn’t wanna explode and crawl in with a slower time.  The next woman was about 30 seconds behind me so I figured 2^nd place was pretty much a sure thing but I was still a bit nervous, anything can happen in the stairwell. 

Started off the 3^rd climb, the rail was just so awkward, with it being so close to the wall; I could tell that my left arm had to swing in an unusual movement to reach up.  It was also quite high for a person my size, haha.  Most of the other climbers were running up the steps but I stuck to my technique, sometimes I’m amazed that  most of the other international climbers run the steps and I just stick to the inside, using the rail and I can keep up with them!  Seems encouraging to me, not sure how I’d do if I tried their style, would I perhaps be faster in shorter climbs?  I’ve been doing some 1 step running the past few workouts; my legs really feel it around 10 floors so it’s something I would need to get used to.  I think in the shorter towers the strategy is just fine but not sure how well they’d do in a beast like sears!! 

Anyways, I could feel the fatigue on the 3^rd climb.  Couldn’t really tell my pace when I started off but when I checked at 25, I was 2:31 oh geesh that’s 3 seconds slower than the 2^nd climb, that is no good!  I instantly picked up the pace and started bounding.  I had designed 35 as the go floor but I had to pick it up before then.  I eased back into a quicker step cadence and periodically picked it up a bit.  When 35 came around, I put in the surge and then again every few floors.  My arms were finally starting to pick up the slack when my legs were starting to give out, glad all my hard work to get rid of the chicken wings seemed to be beneficial!!  When 40 hit, I thought ok 4 floors then it’s the 4 mini floors.  I hit those mini floors and wanted to really kick it up, I could see a guy right in front of me, I stumbled and fumbled with that rail trying to keep the quicker pace.  I dropped the rail and ran the last flight to the top and onto the mat.  I didn’t collapse, nor did I want to because it was cool and rainy and seemed unpleasant and I hadn’t pushed to that limit.  Watch – 4:55!  Yes, I dropped 2 seconds and really picked it up in the 2^nd half which is fantastic. 

Suzy creamed me again hitting 4:38 for her 3^rd climb so each of us chopped of 2 seconds.  I was elated with finishing second and my increasingly faster times.  I really did all that I could, I probably could’ve pushed harder but I think mentally I was torn because I knew there was nothing I could do to catch her and just pushed myself to that comfortably hard spot.  I didn’t go over the edge; I was teetering somewhat close to it though.  Now that the race was over, it was on to the real fun – chocolate cake and mountain running!!!

Mountains :)

For the next 2 days, I headed out to the countryside about an hour outside of Vienna.  Norbert was going to show me where he lives and take me to a few of his favorite training spots.  When I woke up Sunday, I went for a short run by my hotel.  There was a little trail that leads to a great view so I explored that.  That morning, we were meeting his dad so he could take some pictures of us for the local newspaper then wandered the streets of the town.  We went to lunch at his house and his mom made a few traditional Austrian things including a dumpling filled with an apricot and served with fresh plum and apple jams.  Also served Kaiserschmarrn – its basically a pancake but it was crumbled up and had raisins in it.  Both were quite tasty. 

Then it was off to the mountains!!  We started with the Durnstein castle track first, this one is mostly steps and takes about 5 minutes to run up.  I’m not a huge fan of running outdoor steps, my legs are too small and I just kinda seem to struggle but I did my best to keep up.  The view was amazing!  The only problem with the mountain training is having to go back down so you can do it all over again, I can feel it in my joints and muscles.  We got to the bottom and decided to head over to another track down the street, Norbert hadn’t ran this one yet so it was totally new to both of us.  It was a narrow trail; one step in the wrong spot could send you toppling over the edge.  I loved the trail, this was more my style and seemed much easier than the steps!!  We cruised to the top, I was carrying my phone so I could snap a picture at any moment and at one point, it buzzed in my hand I looked to see a text asking if I was busy.  Haha, I thought well I’m running up a mountain so yea, I’m a bit busy!  At the top Norbert was shocked that I could run and read at the same time, seemed like it was too easy for me.  That run was great, the trail took about 10 minutes so a good chunk of verticalness. 

That night we met his parents at a wine house / cellar.  I had some fresh grape juice mixed with seltzer water instead of wine, good choice!  Also had some bread and veggies, everyone else was eating meat platters so obviously not my type of thing, haha.  We were able to go into the cellar; it sure is chilly down there!!  But neat to see. 

Sunday, I took off on another morning run.  This time I hit the streets for some vertical running, kept it at 20 minutes because I knew the mountain that was waiting for me in the afternoon would be brutal.  My legs were actually feeling really good, I was feeling fresh and wasn’t sore at all from the day before.  I think all the easy/rest days leading up to the race gave me some time to recover so I was ready to go despite the triple race and 2 mountain climbs plus an easy run that took place during the past 2 days.  I went to breakfast and was extremely tempted by all the fresh breads and jams, I think I over loaded on tiny slices of whole grain bread packed with sunflower seeds, the fresh jams were just too good to resist – strawberry, blueberry, raspberry, apricot, etc.  plus there was tons of fruit.  I’ll get to talking about being vegan and raw while traveling at the end of this. 

More wandering in the morning, I was searching for trinkets which mostly means chocolate souvenirs, ha.  Found some special apricot chocolate and bought a few different varieties to share at home.  We met Norbert’s mom for lunch at a café on the Danube, I had a fancy cup of fruit.  I really wasn’t that hungry after my bread explosion at breakfast and didn’t wanna overload before the mountain run. 

This mountain track leads up to a church and is 1.5 km in length and 250 m high.  We started off with a warm-up run, Norbert said I was running too fast.  He’s not a fladlander runner so my easy running pace was a bit much for him, I knew he’d cream me when we started up the mountain.  On average it takes him about 10-11 minutes to reach the top but his fastest is in the 9 minute range.  This was a paved path mixed with steps; I cringed at the steps, ha.  That’s when I’d lose my ground but I could make up some speed on the vertical pavement.  I told him to do what he wanted, he didn’t have to stick with me, I just wanted to enjoy the experience without totally killing myself.  Within seconds, my heart rate was through the roof and my breathing was outta control, wow this thing is killer!  I checked my watch at one point, 4:00, only 4:00 oh dang!  It just kept going up, it was unrelenting.  Every now and again, I could feel a bit of relief and could pick up the pace, we’d hit he steps and I’d fall a bit behind and I tried to use the time for a bit of recovery (ha!).  It kept snaking up and up, checked my watch again around 8:00 alright; I can hang for another 2-3 minutes.  Norbert told me when there were about 50 meters left and I was disappointed by a false finish, kept pushing through and reached the top in 10:39.  That was incredible!!  This would be perfect training for sears or hancock, the timing is just right.  I was feeling obliterated, there’s nowhere to ease up during that climb.  Norbert was very impressed, said he was really feeling it and that I was very strong.  Not too shabby for one of my first mountain runs :) 

We went to the halfway mark to run back up to the top, this time we planned to dart off on another route.  This path seemed much steeper!!  I could tell I was really pushing it during that time.  My calves were getting worked.  Of course there were several steps before the finish but also a long flat run, I sprinted and my legs felt surprisingly great.  I thought they’d be wobbly and worthless but I really gained some speed – finished the half climb in 4:39. 

Norbert then wanted to head to the bottom for some 60 second sprints; I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.  As we were wandering down, I saw a good spot without any steps so decided to do some sprints there.  I could do my own thing on the mountain which seemed like a good idea.  I didn’t know how long this section would take me but I was gonna give it my best shot.  The first time I finished in 1:30, I turned around and ran back down then turned around and right back up again.  Pushed it a bit harder time and hit 1:24, cool cut off 6 seconds.  Turned around and back down and back up, really wanted to get faster again.  I turned the corner and wanted to give my final push, felt like I was creeping along, I could see my finish spot and just really turned on the burners, my legs were giving it their all.  My calves screaming – 1:22, super!!  I was pleased with that so I started the trek back down.  I got there and saw Norbert sprawled on the ground, he was totally spent.  I was feeling upbeat, perky and happy, kinda wanting to do some more, haha.  He told me I could do a cool down or run some more but I declined because the Danube Tower stairwell was waiting for us.  A stair workout after this, we must be nuts!

I never realized what kinda tower this was until we came upon it, reminded me of the stratosphere in Vegas or space needle in seattle.  A tall and skinny tower, you run inside the core of it.  The new tower director was pleased to show us around and to meet me.  He took us into the stairwell, showed us the different levels at the top.  Norbert was familiar with the tower but this was new to me.  It was awesome being welcomed with open arms considering most buildings shut their doors and refuse to let you in the stairwell.  The director was off to Seattle to visit the space needle for some tall tower conference, I told him they should get a race in the needle.  So he gave me his business card, told me to give him my contact info.  He was going to bring it up and wanted to share any additional information with me.  Sweet!

The stairwell was very dark and dirty!!  You could see dirt piling on the steps and the rail.  It was creepy in there; steps were metal and see through.  There wasn’t much space to grab the rail since there was a fence connected to it as well; there were a few long landings to run and other spots where you’d hear a loud crash/thud as your foot pounded the ground on a turn.  The floor numbers started at 60 and were decreasing, that was kinda nice.  Never seen that before, meant that I could instantly tell how much until the finish and didn’t have to do the math.  I started off at a comfortable pace and just kinda did my own thing.  5:22. My hands were covered in dirt by the time I finished and I was constantly wiping them during the climb, even came across a few spider webs that I had to avoid.  Went for a second climb and finished in about the same time.  I probably coulda cranked out a few more climbs but really didn’t wanna spend much more time in there, the darkness and dirt was getting to me, haha.  I don’t think I couldn’t train in there, would leave me feeling depressed and discouraged, haha.  But if it was all I had then I supposed I’d make do with it.  But what a unique place.  Always interesting to try out different stairwells.  There’s a race there in the middle of November and I might get invited, if that’s the case guess I’d have to suck it up, ha.  But it’s a bit short for me, not really my best height. 

Veganism While Traveling

I try to stick to my vegan ways while traveling but at times it gets hard, I knew before leaving for Vienna (and Italy in 10 days) that I may not be able to be completely raw while in Europe and that some vegan things would be set aside but there was no way I’d eat meat – vegetarianism is not something I’m flexible with!!  But vegan and raw, can be toyed with at a moment’s notice depending on my mood.  I would never flat-out drink a glass of milk, have a bowl of yogurt or ice cream, nor would I eat a plate of eggs but if it’s intermingled in the ingredients then I may let it slide.  I have to be flexible; otherwise I’ll go nuts and just stress myself out.   I know in Italy my parents will go nuts too if I refuse to eat anything.

At Yamm, I was lucky enough that they have some raw salad options; I also tried some of the pre-made salads with beans and some roasted pumpkin which was well worth it.  For breakfast in Vienna, I would just take down a banana and have a cappuccino or latte.  At the cafes, I’d ask for soy and if they told me it was unavailable, then cow’s milk it was. 

Of course, everything was thrown out the window for the sachertorte (chocolate cake) that was my reward after the race, it was so tasty!  Once we were out of the city, I wanted to try some traditional Vienna food and didn’t want to offend Norbert’s mom nor did I want to be a hassle, considered the rude vegan American who wouldn’t eat anything.  The items she made were delicious; I know they had milk and eggs in them.  The breakfast spread in my hotel, was incredible.  The bread selection was phenomenal, I haven’t had bread since I went raw about 4 months ago and I was really craving some.  Im a sucker for the kind with nuts and seeds in it.  I sliced a few tiny slices of some sunflower seed bread and topped it with fresh jam which was also too tempting to resist.  There were plenty of choices and other fresh coffee cake type breads, plenty of fruit and granola, nuts and dried fruits.  Granola – another thing I’ve been avoiding, I loaded up a bowl to snack on later.  Figured I had 2 days to take this in before going back on the rawness when I returned home.  There were also fresh veggies and meat slices – no thanks.  I gobbled down a bowl of fruit, little bread slices and sipped my latte.  Good breakfast. 

That night at the wine house, I ordered a sandwich, gave the meat to others and transferred the tomatoes, cucumbers to a grainy baguette and smothered it with spicy mustard! That sweet spicy mustard is another thing I really tend to like. 

The next morning, I went a bit crazy with the bread again.  It’s like I was making up for lost time, haha.  I now remember how much I used to enjoy it and why I had to give it up, hard to control myself when I’m around it. 

I’ll be home for 10 days then it’s off to Italy with my parents.  I think I’ll keep the same strategy of trying to stay vegan but being flexible.  I think I’ll probably try some Italian pizza, sans cheese and perhaps fresh pasta.  I can’t remember the last time I had pasta, I don’t miss it the way I miss bread so we’ll see about that. 

Whenever I travel, I pack plenty of snacks in case I can’t find things to eat.  I’m stocked up with fruit, bars and trail mix, which can all be good alternatives and snacks.  I know there will be fresh markets in Italy and I’d love to buy some veggies but might be hard to just whip up a salad while sitting at dinner with my parents in an Italian restaurant, haha. 

I wanna go back…

Of all the places I’ve been, I think Vienna has now become my new favorite with Taipei in a close second.  The city and atmosphere was something I thoroughly enjoyed, I would love that in the US.  And the mountains are just amazingly breathtaking; Chicago is so dull and boring.  I wish I lived somewhere with scenery and somewhere cool I could train, I’m stuck with the flat land and maybe some hills here and there but they’re no rival for mountain trails.  I really hope I get the opportunity to return to Austria because I would go back in a heartbeat :)