Fine, you caught me. She prefaced it with “you get a free beer” and then after I agreed to go she told me what it was all about.

The first Thursday of every month Road Runner Sports in Green Lake puts on this fab event. From 5-6pm runners gather in the parking lot behind the shop to enjoy free samples from companies like GU and PowerBar. Brooks shoes is there as well doing something kind of interesting…they rent out pairs of shoes for people to try out during the run!

Right at 6 the great people from Road Runners turn around a giant map of the surrounding area. From there it’s a scramble to write down 12 hotspots shown on the map. Each spot is a local business that has agreed to let 100+ runners dash into their shops to pick up a raffle ticket. Runners try and get to as many of the spots as possible to grab as many raffle tickets as they can.

Everyone has until 7 to make it back to the parking lot. Obviously once the run is over the real fun begins.  Deschutes Brewery brings out two different beers for people to saddle their taste buds up to. With your free registration you get one beer token to enjoy! Every beer after that is only $2.

And guess what? All those local businesses you just ran to? They probably donated a raffle item! They probably donated 2 raffle items! No really – the sheer volume of raffle prizes being handed out is insane. If you are a lucky person at ALL your chances of winning are huge. Everyone I was with won something. Holly actually won TWO somethings. It’s the best raffle I’ve ever seen.

It gets better. If you love the 1^st Thursday concept (who wouldn’t)…you can run yourself right around the corner and sign up to be in the club! (I love clubs…something about being part of the elite “in” crowd – clearly I joined) For just $24 you get an awesome wicking t-shirt to wear at every event (so everyone knows you are part of the elite “in” crowd), a Deschutes pint glass, TWO free beer tokens at EVERY 1^st Thursday, and double the raffle tickets at every hot spot. Woah. DOUBLE? Yes. Double. So now your chances at the raffle have improved even more.

If this hasn’t convinced you yet…everyone loves a top 10 list so here goes…

Top 10 reasons K-Nols LOVES 1^st Thursdays at Road Runners Sports:

10. Free beer

9. Free samples

8. Fun for all ages – literally saw kids, dogs, parents with strollers…

7. Single and ready to mingle? There are tons of young people there who you already know like to stay active, try something new, and enjoy themselves. Done and done.

6. The Green Lake area is mostly flat – aka a nice area to run around and not die from overexertion

5. You can pick how far you want to run. Having an off day? Take it easy and only go to the closer hot spots. Feeling awesome and competitive? Get after all the hot spots!

4. No one goes home empty handed – no literally. You can’t. From the free beer to the free samples to the raffle there is something there for you.

3. The party doesn’t stop after the run! A restaurant close by is pegged as the official after party location. They offer specials on drinks and food. It’s not like some lame after party that no one shows up to either! Everyone is all in for more fun!

2. Get to know the local businesses of Green Lake – true you are only running in and out of them during the run, but chances are you (or a friend) will win a gift certificate to one of them during the raffle. What better way to get to know the community?

1. Free beer. It’s even GUILT free beer – you just ran…so you can safely consume some calories. It costs no money…so you’re wallet is happy too. I know I seem to get really excited about this concept but are you hearing me? IT’S FREE.

At this point I just know you are dying to know how you too can participate in this AMAZING event…. Register for free for the next 1^st Thursday event on August 4^th here:

http://www.roadrunnersports.com/rrs/content/topic.jsp?contentId=700008

(Look to the left for a grey box labeled Thursday Adventure Runs – then you under it you will see the tab Adventure Run Sign Up)

Hope to see you all there!

Cheers ~ K-Nols

“We recommend starting a training plan at least several months before your departure date.” (Obviously)

“If you outline your specific goals in advance you are much more likely to stick to them. “ (Debatable)

“As always, consult with your family physician before starting any new training program.” (Does anyone actually ever do this?)

“To create a training plan simply write down what you propose to do each day on a calendar for the months leading up to your Rainier climb.” (Really? That’s all it takes? I just write down what I want to do each day, do it, and then I’ll be ready?)

Great:

K-NOLS’ GET READY FOR RAINIER EXERCISE PLAN:

Day 1: Walk to the grocery story – I need milk.

Day 2: Run to the gym, but don’t go inside because I will be too tired to run back if I spend an additional 30 minutes weight lifting.

Day 3: Clearly I need to rest after 2 days of intense exercise.

Rinse and Repeat.

Clearly this wasn’t going to work. Now I’ll admit that there were a few more things on the website like – you should do mostly cardiovascular work, but some weightlifting as well. And that hiking other smaller summits was a good way to prep. This wasn’t enough for me though. I wanted a concrete plan that I could put on my calendar – exactly how much, how often. Something that I could look at each day and dread. The only thing close that I could think of was the training schedule I used for my marathon last year: http://www.halhigdon.com/marathon/MaraNovice1.html

Now I’m not really sure why, but for some reason I thought that if I did a marathon-training schedule, I HAD to run a marathon at the end of it. Like climbing Rainier wasn’t enough – oh no, I must also do the Seattle Rock n’ Roll marathon 3 weeks after. SUPERB IDEA.

So there I was, three weeks after Rainier, lying in my bed the night before the marathon, throwing a little internal fit. I don’t care what anybody tells you. No matter how old you get, you never get to old to throw a temper tantrum – it’s just that as we age we learn to internalize them. That night my internal tantrum rivaled any terrible two’s tantrum you’ve ever seen.

As I lay in bed with clenched fists I just prayed that the next morning at the start line I’d get a rush of excitement while being surrounded by 26,000 other runners.

False. Didn’t happen. Every inch of that 26.2 was a struggle. Every second was a mental battle of wills between me and the mile markers.

I am not a fast runner. I am a plodder. I will probably not ever finish a marathon in under 4 hours (my mom says never say never so I won’t….but you know what I’m thinking).  I don’t really care what my finishing time is. When people ask me – I say, “I finished fast enough to finish” because that’s all I really care about.

There is something special, though about being a slow runner in a marathon. For about the last 6 miles of the race, you are surrounded by people like you. All the people who ran cross-country since elementary school or  who are those rare breed that “love running” have long since finished.

No, now you are surrounded by the people who hate running, but make themselves. That dread every day of training – but do it anyways, because they are driven by the insatiable question – can I do it? You look around at people limping, literally groaning out loud, walking 10 steps, then running 5, doing anything they can to get to the end.

You see people helping other people – people they don’t even know. Words of encouragement coming from strangers because they know how you feel – they know exactly what you need to hear at that moment because it’s what they need to hear to keep going also. There’s a silent bond; an understanding that this sucks, but we’re doing it, no matter what.

During training for both my marathons I had a rule that I had to finish running. It didn’t matter how much pain I was in or how tired I was, I had to “run it in.” For both races I carried my cell phone so I could let my mom know where I was on the course. At 25 miles, I text her: See you in 15. Running it in.

There is nothing quite like that moment you round the corner to see the finish line. I frantically looked around to find my mom and brother on the sidelines. Luckily for me, my mom is one of the loudest people I know and I could hear her before I saw her. She was waving this sign that said “MOM” and then she’d turn it 180 degrees so it said “WOW.” I crossed the line laughing while she ran next to me on the sidelines screaming atta girls.

I grabbed my metal and every food sample I could get my hands on and limped to meet my mom and brother. Patrick excitedly exclaimed “we get a free beer!” Awesome I thought – something to numb the pain. It was an MGD 64. Are you kidding me?! I just ran a marathon! I don’t need to be skimping on calories right now.

After I found my way to a full calorie beverage, I reflected. The month of June had been a pretty intense month for me. I was definitely proud of myself, but more so I was proud of the journey I’d been on. I’m going to give away a little secret – without any training, you could probably get yourself through a marathon.

For me, the actual day of the race is only a portion of the battle. It’s the icing on the cake. The real blood and sweat come during the months before. I’ve heard people say, “oh yeah, I just did a marathon and I didn’t train for it at all.” I secretly want to tell them they didn’t really do a marathon, because it’s not just about 26.2 miles. It’s about all the miles, the time, and the internal temper tantrums you overcame to get there.

]]> http://blog.nwlive.tv/mylife-by-k-nols/the-journey/feed/ 0 http://blog.nwlive.tv/mylife-by-k-nols/the-climb/ http://blog.nwlive.tv/mylife-by-k-nols/the-climb/#comments Tue, 28 Jun 2011 21:30:12 +0000 K-Nols http://blog.nwlive.tv/?p=122 Friday morning I woke up calm, cool, and collected. And that feeling lasted five minutes until I rolled over to see my 80 liter backpack all ready to go staring me in the face. Oh. Shit.

Once I got myself together, I headed over to my parents house where the 4 musketeers, Patrick, David, Holly, and myself, all met up to carpool to the International Mountain Guide Headquarters.

As we started our drive I felt relatively calm. I had my traveling companions, I was all packed up, my dad was driving us in his maroon mini van. It was great – like going to soccer practice.  Two hours later as we pulled into camp, I let out a panicked SHREAK.  This was no soccer practice and there was no turning back.

Enter Chris – our head guide for the trip and my new bestie. Chris had that great leadership quality where just being next to him made you feel calm and safe. He patiently spent the next 3 hours checking every single piece of gear we were bringing, teaching us all how to pack our bags, how to put on crampons, how to poop in a bag, and how to not fall off the side of the mountain and die.

That night we stayed on site in tents. I was surprisingly able to get a lot of sleep despite the sheer terror I felt for the coming morning.

Saturday morning the whole crew (8 climbers and 4 guides) met up at 8am to begin our journey. It begins with a 45 minute car ride up a windy road to reach Paradise – aka the base of Mt. Rainier.

As some of you know, I previously hated hiking with an insatiable passion. To combat this, over the years I developed several coping techniques. In the past these were my sure fire way of getting through a horrible day hike. Alas, Rainier took every one of those coping mechanisms and shattered it into little bitty pieces until my poor poor brain could only mutter one phrase: one foot in front of the other.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves – at this point (the parking lot) I was still trying to use my techniques. The first of which was:

1. The first mile of any hike is always cake.

False – my first step off the parking lot pavement was at an incline…on snow. The only change to the terrain for the following 3 days was a steeper incline…on ice.

Our destination on Saturday was Camp Muir. For a lot of people (not me) this is a great day hike. We happened to get the most gorgeous Saturday for hiking so there were a lot of other people out there hiking and smiling. It actually rubbed off on my a few times and I found myself enjoying this activity and my surroundings. I was LIKING hiking for periods of 5, 10, even 20 minutes at a time!

We hit Camp Muir around 4 in the afternoon, and headed into a “bunkhouse” where we would be sleeping for the night. Luckily for us our guides provided breakfasts and dinners so we got a great hot meal that night and were in bed by 8. I am notorious for being able to sleep under any circumstances so I got a great night’s sleep while my other musketeers struggled through the night dealing with their nerves, the fact that it was still light outside, and 5 other people moving around and snoring.

Sunday was a pretty easy day for us. We woke up around 7 and had a fantastic breakfast of pancakes and bacon, then headed outside for some training exercises. We went over different crampon walking techniques for different steepness levels, how to walk when roped in with your rope team, and the most fun of all – ice axe arrest positions! This consisted of pretending to slide down the mountain, flipping over, and digging your ice axe into the side of the mountain to stop yourself. Ironic that this was the most fun because having to do an ice arrest as you fall down the mountain for real would have been not fun…at all.

After our lessons it was on to the next camp. It’s required that any glacier travel be done roped into at least one other person. Everywhere beyond Camp Muir is a glacier so it was time to pick our teams and rope up! Holly and I knew we were about the same pace and worked well together so we banded together and took stalk of the leaders.  Peter and Nick – both great guides but newbies to the biz. Chris – our lead guide – was in high demand and already snatched. Which left Craig – a quieter guide we didn’t know much about other than that he had 25 years of experience – DONE. Turned out to be the best decision we ever made.

We roped in and headed up to Ingraham flats. It was an elevation gain of about 1,000 feet in under a mile so a pretty steep incline. At this point the altitude is high enough that it can affect your breathing and thus can cause head and stomach aches. We learned a breathing technique called pressure breathing. The technique simulates breathing at a lower altitude so you are able to provide your body with more oxygen.

We also employed a stepping technique called the rest step. It’s a rhythm you have to get yourself into that allows one leg a split second of rest at every step. This and the pressure breathing are keys to making it to the top.

We reached Ingraham Flats around 4pm and everyone was assigned a tent for the night. We all met up in a slightly larger tent for some delicious thai noodles and peanut sauce, a quick debriefing about the day ahead, and then it was off to bed at 5:30.

This night marked one of the only nights in history that I have ever had trouble sleeping. I think I maybe got an hour in. Chris came around at 12:30 am Sunday morning to wake everyone up. I’ll never forget what he said: “Good morning girls – are you ready to summit Mt. Rainier?” I replied (in my head): “Gee Chris – you know I really don’t think so – I’d like about 3 more months to train and at least another 5 hours of sleep so if you could come back later I’d appreciate it.” But obviously I mustered up a huge “YES” to trick him…and myself into believing it was true.

We started our summit climb around 1:30 AM. Everyone summiting does so around the same time because there is a limited window of opportunity to summit while it’s still cold enough to ensure the snow and glacier are cold enough to not shift.  It’s also pitch black out since the sun is still down and there are no natural lights for miles. The result of this is as you look out onto the side of the mountain you just see a line of about 100 bobbing head lamps – a pretty surreal and amazing scene when it’s coupled with the rhythmic noise of muffled heavy breathing and stepping.

As we joined the line and started up, I took into consideration my mental state: I was feeling nervous but excited, tired but exhilarated, terrified but pumped.

2. Just look around at the beautiful surroundings to take your mind off the horrible pain in your legs

We quickly came to a point where the path was about a foot across with a snowy cliff to our right. We clipped into a line already anchored into the side of the mountain so that climbing would be a little safer. I pointed my headlamp down the cliff once and then quickly determined it was in my best interest to just keep looking down at my feet.

With darkness surrounding me I went into my own little trance. My silent mantra I repeated over and over: just put one step in front of the other. One in front of the other.

For the next 4 hours we hiked as the sun rose. Looking out at the surrounding mountains with nothing but the sounds of crampons digging into the snow as a soundtrack was spectacular. Every hour or so we’d take a break and the guides would ask if we were good to go on. Holly and I both admitted later that at certain points we both doubted whether or not we could make it. I knew that if I chose to go back down, I’d have to come back and try again some time. That didn’t sound fun so I knew there was no way I wasn’t getting to the top.

I was at breaking point when I asked Craig if we could stop for a second just so I could take a layer off (my secret ploy to get a little break). Craig turned around and said: “Ten more minutes girls. We’re almost there. I can see the crater ridge.” I started to cry.

That last ten minutes seemed like the longest of my life. As I crested the crater ridge and saw my brother and the rest of the team I completely lost it. This was the moment. The moment when a stupid bet, 4 months of training, 3 days of climbing, and 14,411 vertical feet collided. I had never felt more proud of an accomplishment, more proud of my brother, more proud of Holly and David, or more proud of myself in my life. As I hugged Patrick he said “Good job Noland. You did it.”

They say that if you reach the crater you have had a successful summit…but in order to sign the book and reach the “true summit” you have to cross the crater and hike up another little hill. This was about the last thing I wanted to do after getting to the top but there was no way I wasn’t signing that damn book so off we went.

3. Once you reach the top you’re done – coming down is easy.

False: Coming down is equally as hard as going up.

We stayed at the top for about 40 minutes and then it was time to head back down. The total trip down takes about 7 hours. As we came down I just couldn’t believe I had actually come up these insanely steep hills. I will say I was really glad it was dark out while we were summiting. Had I been able to see what I was doing clearly I would have been scared out of my mind. We’re talking crossing ridges with vertical cliff falls on either side.

We made it back to the parking lot around 4pm. I have never been more excited to see a slab of pavement. I was so excited I felt I needed to have a closer look – aka within 3 steps I tripped and face planted into the cement. Perfect way to end the trip.

All in all this was an adventure of a lifetime.  At one point on our descent Chris asked me if I wanted to climb another mountain. I laughed. I told him that at about 13,000 feet, with another 1400 feet to go, I told myself to “remember this. Remember how much this sucks. Don’t talk youself into this again.” The problem is, the mind has a funny way of forgetting the pain and suffering and just remembering the glory moments. And this particular glory moment was pretty unbelievable. So while I won’t be climbing anything but the stairs to my bedroom any time soon…I won’t rule out climbing another mountain completely.

I also thoroughly enjoyed discussing with Patrick what his future tattoo will be…

~K-Nols

P.S. Of course there’s a video! So glad you asked!

http://www.nwlive.tv/cms/sports/kelly-climbs-mt-rainier/

I’ve been training to climb Mt. Rainier for the last 4 months. It’s  been a long, grueling, but overall satisfying experience. Today marks the day before I leave for this adventure. I’m feeling mostly excited but understandably anxious when you consider in just 3 days I’ll be (hopefully) standing at the 14,417 ft. summit. Rainier is considered one of the most dangerous mountains in the world because it’s still very much an active volcano. It also is the most glaciated peak in the lower 48 states. Basically that means a substantial amount of ice and crevasses make climbing to the top particularly treacherous.

I knew back in December when I decided to take on this adventure that it wasn’t something to take lightly. There were several reasons I really didn’t think it was a good idea at all:

I hated hiking: Or so I thought. You know those foods you pick out as a kid to hate and you end up “hating” them for the rest of your life just because you never even considered trying them again? Hiking was my spinach, my brussel sprouts, my broccoli.

It’s not cheap: Having never seriously hiked let alone crossed a crevasse or had to use crampons, a guided trip was a must.  I’m going with a group called International Mountain Guides, or IMG. The guided trip alone costs $1200. That’s not including any gear purchases or gear rental. There are a lot of other things I can think of to do with that money…like take a vacation that doesn’t involve hiking.

It’s time consuming: I work out regularly. But this is a different kind of work out. IMG’s website says you should be in “the best shape of your life” before climbing. I ran a marathon last year and consider that to be the best shape I’ve ever been in. So you’re telling me I need to prepare like I’m running two marathons…uphill? That’s a lot of hours pounding the pavement and the stairmaster.

These are some pretty solid reasons a trip up a steep, icey mountain may not be the best idea for me. But alas, there were obviously some reasons this was a GOOD idea:

Can I do it? I’ve always been plagued by this question. It’s often the motivation behind many of my actions. When people asked me why I wanted to run a marathon my answer was always: “I wanted to know if I could.” No matter how much I told myself I didn’t want to do this, I knew I would always wonder if I could actually accomplish it if I didn’t try.

A picture is worth a thousand words: I’m going to be really honest here. You already know the outcome of my decision – I’m going up the mountain. But I’d be lying to you if I told you that I suddenly love hiking and can’t wait for the 3 grueling days I’m about to embark on. True, hiking is no longer my arch nemesis. I sometimes even enjoy it now. But 3 days of it isn’t my idea of a fab time. Nope, a large part of my motivation comes from the fact that I want to be able to say I did it. I want to say I kicked that Mt’s ass…All to get one picture of me standing at the top.

The best reason of all: I made a bet with my brother. Patrick is my adventure partner. From childhood we have pushed each other to go farther and harder in every task we embark on. This was one adventure, however I was willing to let him go alone. UNTIL: I had recently gotten a very small tattoo on my foot that says my last name. Patrick claimed he would never get a tattoo. And here we came to an impasse. I would never climb Rainier, he would never get a tattoo. So obviously I proposed that if I climbed, he’d get inked. Done deal.

My tattoo

So here we go, off to Rainier in one day to hold up my end of the bargain.
Cheers! – K-Nols

I’ve been thinking up different shoots I want to try out for awhile.  I use magazines, quotes, other pictures, basically anything to inspire an idea. A couple weeks ago I found this picture on http://www.stylemepretty.com:

I love the idea of bright colors on a sunny day and what’s more fun and  bright than balloons?!

My next step was location. Every day on my way home I drive over a set of train tracks right near my house. For about a mile on either side, the tracks run through a ton of greenery. I knew if I could shoot facing away from the road, the effect would be a really backwoods, country feeling. I met my best friend Rachael to pick out some bright, summery clothes and then it was off to the party store for balloons! We had a heck of a time getting them into the car…

Finally…we headed out to the train tracks to take some pictures. Here’s a look at some of my favorites…enjoy!

What a fabulous way to spend a sunny Friday afternoon! Looking forward to more shoots, more sun, and more photographs!

Cheers! ~K-Nols

I embarked on my first marathon adventure a little over a year ago with the San Diego Rock and Roll Marathon.

Mile 26

Although the actual race was on a warm, California, June day, my four months of training were spent pounding the streets of Kirkland/Juanita, Washington.

This year, I wanted to stay close to home so I’m gearing up for the Seattle Rock and Roll Marathon on June 25th. So far training days have been soggy, wet and generally dismal. This past week I’ve been enjoying the sunshine on my runs and am gearing up for an 18 miler on Friday night.

Also on my list of adventures this summer is a climb up Mt. Rainier! I’ve been training for this by hiking up Mt. Si on the weekends. This past weekend was a bit of a mud bath, but it made the climb all the more fun!

View from the top!

When I’m not running and hiking, I like to spend my time taking in local Pacific Northwest flavors, sounds, and people. Last weekend I had the pleasure of attending Amsterdam’s CD release party! This local band rocked the crowd at Studio 7 in Seattle with their alternative, pop punk sound. Look for a more in-depth look at this band and their sound coming soon to NWLive.tv!

Amsterdam

I’ll be keeping you updated on my Pacific Northwest adventures and more local hotspots/sounds you can check out!

Until next tiime, cheers!

K-Nols

We recently headed out to the hot arid flatland of Eastern Washington. Web developer, Julian Lorentz and I spent the weekend driving to Lake Chelan for the World Cup of Paragliding. We are still in post production on the piece, but we were able to post a short and interesting “Northwest Interesing Places” segment on the site. It’s titled Farmer Cemetary. Growing up in Los Angeles, I found it interesting to find this cemetary out in the middle of nowhere. Even as a kid growing up, both of my grand parents are buried at the Hollywood Cemetary and I always enjoyed going there and remembering them and looking around at all the interesting tombstones.

He it is, many years later and I am still facinated by it. Check it out, I hope you think it is as interesting as I found it to be.

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