Howdy Loopsters!!! Wow, this is so easy! Thanks Dave for getting this going. You da best!
So let's see. I did my first 100k last month. Woodstock. Everything that could go right did go right. It was so easy and I stayed positive the whole time! Weird!
Anyways, I took a few weeks off, then ran a few, then had eyeball surgery last Friday. I just ran my first post-op run. It was kinda hard! On my run I saw the two neighborhood zebras that make appearances at a little horsey paddo
Well, that was embarrassing.
I signed onto the new Loop on Saturday night, shortly after enjoying one adult beverage. It was fairly simple. Just fill in all the fields, upload a picture, press enter -- then OMG -- I SPELLED MY FREAKING SCREEN NAME WRONG. COMPLUSIVE? Really? You, the English major, the writer, the proofreader can't put the letters in the right order? What the hell is wrong with you?
Determined to fix things before anyone noticed, I started toggling and googling like a m
The babe with the power...
For some reason my whole life, my sister and I have had a strange obsession with the movie The Labyrinth our whole lives - Bowie is dreamy. Random, I know, but it fits in with my 2017 MDI Marathon experience because I added "Magic Dance" to my playlist for the race.
As I mentioned in my race preview, I wasn't feeling super confident in my training going into this race. It had even come to the point where I was telling myself, "if you don't finish, it's okay,
I think I've been able to stay pretty upbeat about being on the shelf for almost six months now. Until now.
Over the weekend we had all the kids and grandkids at the house. That doesn't represent a huge crowd, since there's just the four of them plus the three grands. We went to a Tigers game, spent time at the lake, played games. Should have been a great time.
I'm not really saying it wasn't, but I spent too much time thinking about how my stomach looks like Carrie Underwood's right n
Ladies, I am emailing you all today to withdraw from the team. I no longer feel that this expedition is right for me. I do want to thank everyone for giving me the opportunity and believing in me enough to be a member of this team, and to be a part of the incredible training that we have done. I’ve gained great skills and knowledge that I do not believe I ever would have received otherwise. This experience has shown me that my love of endurance athletics can be pushed even further than I imagine
So my last blog was setting up my attempt to complete the Runner’s World Holiday Streak, but with some of my own crazy rules to make it a little more rigorous and bit more fun. The first step for me in that was to beat my previous run streak, which wasn’t even planned, but I think just worked out that way by continually rearranging runs and not bothering to take a rest day for almost 2 weeks. It stood at 13 days, nothing to really be that impressed by, but seemed like an easy-ish, step 1 towar
After a week or so of teasing, winter made a nice comeback yesterday. Only a couple of inches. What you can't see there is that there's ice under the pretty white stuff. It fell most of the day as the temps dropped through and below freezing. Lots of scraping to clear the windows when I got off work. Hard, crusty stuff.
The drive home wasn't especially nasty, traffic wise - it seems people like to leave early when there's a storm and since I leave early anyway that just adds to the number o
Did anyone else say, “I will NOT let myself slack over the holidays.”, and still slack anyway? I certainly did and gave myself a hard time over it for the first week. I realllllly wanted to keep the momentum I had going on, but just let it slip away once I got back home around my family. I have a nephew (8) and two nieces (6 and almost 2) that just adore me and I find it hard to pull away from them, while also having to tell them that they can’t come with me while I run or workout. Who wants to
Because it never feels good to give in to the excuses.
Running an hour late means more traffic. Lots. And the drivers don’t expect to see a runner, or anyone on the sidewalk that they should try not to run over. Stupid driver.
Three deer crossing Midway. I was really sure the third one was going to be hit by the 411 Island Transit. Flashed my flashlight at him. Probably wasn’t necessary. He probably saw the deer. Probably thought I was trying to fl
We run tempos and 400m intervals and runs of 8+ miles, we are running 20 or more miles a week together, we’ve had great runs and crappy runs, we’ve run in rain, snow, wind and sleet. But the moment I knew with firm certainty that Clark, my new running buddy and protege running his very first race, was a RUNNER for real and for always was when he announced at Mile 4: “Boy, I sure am glad I was able to poop this morning!”
So am I, dude. SO AM I.
The New Runner Guy Clark (for the backsto
Winter running can be hard. It's frigid outside, the days are short (plus we all know any given temperature feels colder in the dark!), and races are far and few between. Then there are also the ice and snow factors! I run outdoors as long as the roads are safe, no matter how cold it is. In Missouri we rarely get below -10* for our lows, so it's nowhere as extreme as Northerners have it, but it's still quite cold! I start nearly all of my weekday runs at 5:30 a.m., so I am usually running i
I'm now registered for my 3rd Wings for Life run which is on May 6th. Those who were on that previous site we don't mention may recall my attempt to describe this unique event last year (and my race summary) but if not here's a link (Wing For Life). Basically at the same time around the world everyone starts running and tries to stay ahead of the "catcher cars". The cars start a half hour later, moving at the same time & pace around the world. Once the cars pass you, your race is finished.
"Biggest sandbag job of all time?" -NavEng, posted to my Strava feed, 10/2/17.
I suppose I deserved that. Two days prior to the race I posted a rant in Loopville about injuring my back and complained that I didn't think I could run the race. A quick recap in case you missed that: After the best training cycle to date I was down to the last 5 days before the marathon. Everything was pointing to a huge PR. (Even bigger than the expected PR in Philly... Before the weather g
His name was Otto Lam and he was yelling every 5-6 steps. “Go, Go, GOOOOO…. PASS ME… YOU HAVE TO GO FOR IT… DON’T STOP…. RUN FASTER… GET AWAY FROM ME.”
He was the 3:40 pacer, and he was 10 steps ahead of me and he was running a solid 8:20 pace. The sign he carried had a world of significance for me. Let it get out of sight and my dream of qualifying for Boston was gone. I was 1.5 miles from the finish and I had been falling apart for the last 5 miles. I could not believe this was happening.
TL;DR: Wineglass Marathon was amazing! I ran my most consistent race and got a PR by nearly 6 minutes. Parents and Loopsters made it extra-special. 10/10, would run again.
The parents and I arrived in Corning, NY, late Friday afternoon. We checked into our hotel and met up with Liz and Peg for a drink and bite to eat nearby. It’s always great to catch up with Loopsters, and it was fun for my parents to meet some of the people that I talk about so much. It had been a long day of driving fro
"We're going to run this whole way" I say to PegLeg. "Yep" she says. "That is so stupid."
We’re on the bus with slow_running on the way to the start. It feels like we've been on the bus forever. How can you go this whole way on foot? Why would you want to?
Earlier I had sat down in PegLeg's car and immediately something was wrong. My ass was cold. No-wet. Why is my ass wet? I felt under me and realize that I sat on the hose of my hydration pack and soaked myself and the seat. T
Note: All 5 of the other Loopsters who participated in the Wineglass weekend are stellar individuals, outstanding people. Words don’t do justice, so I have copped out and not written about them. It’s too difficult to find the right sentiments. To be honest, it’s hard enough to write about this race. My feelings are complicated. Despite the successes across the board that the weekend brought to us, I feel we’re all poised for even better things. May the running gods smile on us, every one.
It's week two, the ladies are gushing and already are showing cracks in their ability to watch the object of their affection date other women, and all I feel I really learned is that every star in the night sky is like a twinkling tax reduction, but I figured that would make a boring blog, so here's a few more "lessons" for you:
Try to talk to him while you are riding on the back of his motorcycle. It will surely be deep and meaningful, because he can totally hear you, right?
So sorry I'm behind on WILFTBs and sorry for those who only care about running-related stuff. I am running and that will become more exciting as the days get longer. Right now I'm just kinda getting the legs and Mary Jane re-acquainted with running so we can attack 13.1 training. I did have a nice impromptu fartlek sesh over the weekend while I was visiting a friend in Northern Arizona. The weather forecast and RW What to Wear "app" had me packing shorts and a tank but then a cold snap changed
Thankfully, the 22nd season of The Bachelor has concluded. Unthankfully, ABC has me so invested in the new Bachelorette that I'll be watching that damn show come spring. UGH. Can't. Escape. Send more wine.
Here's what I learned from the last 5 (FIVE!) hours of this show:
Don't date a man who dates 25 other women.
Here is what I told my boyfriend he learned:
If you're not sure, don't propose.
If you propose, then want to end it with me, don't let ABC film it.
It's coming on Christmas
they're cutting down trees
they're putting up reindeer
and singing songs of joy and peace
oh i wish i had a river
i could skate away on
-- the prophet joni
Mo is off. We decide to go for a run. It’s cold outside, but that’s OK. We’re runners.
I pull on the faithful blue woolly shirt. Mo dons her red sweatshirt. We step outside. It’s cold, but that’s OK. we’re runners.
I stop by my car as we leave the parking lot and grab a second layer, my
I'm sitting here at the house, nearly at the end of eight days home alone. Mrs.Dave and T-Rex are in Seattle, checking in on Big Mac and Mrs. Dave's parents. Old Vern's getting to the point (at 88) that there's no guarantees he'll be around next year or next month or even next week. Since we live so far away, it's best to make the opportunity rather than wait for a convenient time to visit. The next time may well be the last.
Normally, I'd take this time to do a couple of things. First, of
My focus this “off season” is to get stronger without getting injured. Of course, every time I make it through a tough workout without dying or getting hurt, I’ve succeeded in starting the muscle rebuilding process, which puts me in a better place to ward off future injuries.
Step one is to do some strength work after each run in addition to my everyday rolling/stretching/heel drops. Not too much, just a few exercises daily, rotating between leg day, hip day and arm/shoulders day.
I'm starting to think I should get the prize for the longest injury. Here's my timetable:
November 2015 - pikermi PR
January 2016 - hyper colleague insisted on helping me move stage equipment that he didn't know how to move (I was accustomed to moving it by myself and didn't need anyone being a "gentleman.") Result - sprained ankle.
March 2016 - Sprained ankle healed. Feral cat momma and kittens acquired and moved indoors, necessitating many trips up and down stairs. Ran a bit, b