It’s Thursday night, somewhere around 9:00. I jerk awake when my Kindle thumps against my chest. The words on the screen have long since blurred together, and, in fact, the device has shut itself off. How long ago, I’m not sure…five minutes? Five days?
My eyes are half open, my mouth wide open. I feel like I’ve just resurfaced from the depths of some dark sea. I roll over onto my side and try to blink the room into view. Ah, yes…the living room. I’m on the couch. And my bed… my bed is so, s
As my compatriot once sang "summer lovin' happened so fast"...No my dating life hasn't miraculously improved...I just love summer! For us down under it means long sunny days, Christmas/New Year holidays and time spent catching up with friends & family. For most this is also down time. Hopefully take some annual leave. This year I managed a few weeks which is a minor miracle for me.
I usually start my leave boxing day & drive up to Sydney for a couple of days catching up with family
I don't even need to post the link for the earworm, right? You're welcome.
So, marathon training continues. I'm tired more often than not, but I'm staying on schedule. Everything is hanging together. So I'll just review a bit.
Two weeks ago I had my first big week; five runs (my new normal), 46.3 miles, including a hard track workout and a 17 mile long one. Felt pretty good! For the 17 miler, I averaged 8:09 (BQ pace) with the last 13 at 7:59. That helped the confidence!
Doctor's office called me while I was on the way home from work Wednesday, following up on lab results after my annual physical last week. Cholesterol and stuff are OK, but my fasting glucose and A1C (measures a 3 month average) were both high. I'm hoping it was just December when I ran no miles and attacked the holiday treats like a Boston qualifier. Seriously, I was a bad eater pretty much the whole month. Oh, and my PSA was .01 from being outside the normal range. I have to get re-tested in A
I’ll never forget my first Sony Walkman. I hadn’t yet started running but I loved music. It was the mid-70s, and apple was still a fruit. My Walkman was crude by today’s standards — an eight-track tape player discarded from Ronny Lane’s Ford Falcon and a Sears Diehard (bruce willis sold separately). Sure, it was ugly and heavy and looked odd tucked in my cutoff Levi’s, but I was listening to Grand Funk untethered. Life was good.
Thankfully, Sony upped its game shortly thereafter, and the
Okay, okay, okay...I know...I'm on week three...right...week freakin' THREE...I know. But...still...I can't help but feel...better. When I move around (like, normal moving...not running...when I run, I know I look like a mobile jell-o mold moving slowly down the road), things feel...well...more locked into place.
I was shaving the other day (my face...not my back...or my tongue...) and noticed my arms don't look as bad as what I thought they did before...they don't really wave back at me
I’ve been trying to think about how to wrap up and recap 2017 for weeks now without success. I’d think first about personal successes, like the raft of PRs, a great Chicago Marathon, promotions at work and paying off student loans. And I’d think 2017 was a great year. But then I’d look beyond my small corner of the world. I’d see a deeply divided nation, mass shootings, and people marching in the streets, some with red flags and others with pink hats. And I’d suddenly be wracked with guilt over
Longtime readers will recall that I was outraged by walkers stealing Lane 9 when last we were on the track. So it's funny that people were sitting in 8 and 9 today, and I was more than happy to steer around them.
I read a story yesterday in the NYT about Seasonal Affective Disorder, the fallout from a long, bleak winter. I'm almost certain that's why I have been down lately. It's been consistently around 60 or a little below for the last week, and a couple of days were even cloudy. That's n
Two weeks ago, I walked outside with one of my colleagues after lunch, and we simultaneously hunched our shoulders to our ears to brace against the cutting wind. “You’re not actually running in this are you?” she asked, cinching her hood tight. At the time, the entirety of the East Coast was more or less frozen solid, and here in D.C., single and negative digits had become the norm. I thought about replying with a phrase one of my running buddies used to say, “The only weather is whether or not
Well, it got cold again. I am happy that I got one run in wearing shorts and a shirt in January.
Now that the snow is off all my running surfaces I can make an accurate judgement on how my comeback is going. It's going fine. Average pace is dropping under nine minutes. Feels like I could run another mile or two if I wanted.
The right IT band is not 100%. Loosens up after a mile or so, but I need to remember to roll him out regularly, at least for a while. So far I have done that exactl
I had a planned week off to start the new year, then it turned into three. At the end of week one I got whacked by the flu. I’ve never been so sick in my adult life. Possibly my whole life, but my health records prior to age 20 are locked away somewhere. Usually the flu, or a bad cold, or whatever it is, comes and goes in 24 hours. And it’s been at least 10 years since my last known sickness. This one wiped me out for a solid 4 days. Then coughing for an additional 3.
After a week off and g
Last weekend I ran my first marathon at RocknRoll Arizona and snagged an automatic PR.
I’ve blooped here during the training cycle so I won’t recap much. I struggled a little bit with fatigue at various points but didn’t have any injuries and I ended with 5 weeks in the 40-46 mpw range (my previous mpw PR was 37-38). Buildup to the marathon started in August and I followed a training plan from my friend who I refer to here as Coach. She’s previously helped me through 3 HM training cycles a
I'm officially running again. Not in shape yet, and I have to remind myself of that on every run.
I should be faster.
This should feel better.
I want a long run. Right now 4 miles is long.
But it's the first time over 3 miles since December 2. I feel good about that. No stops, thanks to my magic traffic light mojo - two lights, both green when I arrived at the intersection. Despite losing almost a week to a winter cold, I'm making progress. That's the main thing. I'll worry
After November's turkey trot, it got sorta cold, and I wanted to shake up my workout routine, so I told running we should take a break and devoted myself to fully following Daily Burn's Tactical Bodyweight Training program. It's an every day program, but structured so it's 2 days of hard workouts followed by 2 days of recovery so the daily thing isn't that bad. I actually really enjoyed just waking up and walking down to my basement to workout. It makes me want to get a treadmill, kettlebells an
2:35. That’s the number in my head. Not long ago, it was 2:40. It used to be 2:50 and 3-flat, and 3:10, and even 4-flat at one point. But right now, it’s 2:35.
I find myself square in the middle of that strange runner no man’s land. Somewhere in between the attainable Boston Qualifier and the unattainable (sadly) Olympic Marathon Trials Qualifier. What I have is the relentless pursuit of racing against two things: the unforgiving clock and myself. Racking up miles and wearing down shoes – a
For the second time in my life, I am signed up to run the Burning River 50 miler.
The last time I ambitiously signed up (Jan 2016), I was actually logging sufficient miles… and then I DNS’ed. Ooops! It’s been about that long since I’ve blogged or anything, either.
See, 2016 was a tough (but rewarding) year. Good things happened in my personal life, but they were overshadowed at the end of the year with some of my mental health struggles. And, you know, the other things of 2016. My runn
My finishing time of 2:54:XX (I have a few different finishing times at this point, but they all begin with 2:54) was nearly 10 minutes slower than the big dream goal time I went to Houston to chase, but I finished the race at peace with that. My attempt at double-peaking failed, which I knew was a risk, but I don't regret taking the chance; I had to try. I executed my race plan well, but simply didn't have enough in reserves. At mile 16 I knew that I could run 10 more miles,
When I entered Muskrat 2020 I fully knew what I was getting into. I’ve seen Jenster running up a mountain with a piñata boom box. I also remember RunningNoleFan pulling a wagon around a track while wearing a fruit hat. It was a little out of my comfort zone but it’s good to color outside of the lines every once in a while, right?
We had to have a racing pineapple. I totally misunderstood and got a racing pinned apple!
I tested my stomach’s limits with the Pie 5k Run. Let’s just s
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky See how they run — the prophet lennon —
I know now what it must have felt like to be Ed McMahon.
We’re on the track. Mo has veered off to do the dirt road loop, leaving me alone on the Gumbo 5K track course. Nobody is here, I guess because it’s Tuesday and school just started, or maybe everyone is sticking close to a fallout shelter. Just in case.
I’m toodling along at 13:20 pace. Trot the straight, walk the turn. Trot the straight, walk the t
My training, that is. Yup! I'm loving running again! I'm not really in pain (other than sore, which I kinda like), and I was very worried about that given some recent issues I've had. But, those seem to have gone away, and that makes me happy! Yay!
So - barring anything horrible in the next few months, I'm thinking I'll be able to enjoy the Pig! Woo hoo!
I love the track.
As we’re walking toward the track, we see them coming down the little dirt road that leads out to the glorious stretch of running. The gazelles.
Two men and a woman, maybe mid-20s. Super fast. They’re slowing to a trot after what must have been a long run. They move in that easygoing stride that fast people move in. As we walk in to the track area, they trot once around the track and sit down on the back stretch bench.
The woman is in a sports bra and shorts. One
It's January. For most of you that means dealing with ice and cold and snow. Running when you can, but subject to the whims of weather or stuck on a treadmill. Well, for me January means marathon training, since I always have a Spring marathon to train for. Luckily weather is never a factor here in LaLa Land, so I'm free to schedule 50-mile weeks, and I have no excuses to not hit them.
I just finished a 46-mile week - by far my longest since last March. And while I am a bit sore, and tired,
I try not to get too worked up over things. Someone cuts me off in traffic, I try to imagine there's some emergency happening - late for an important business meeting, his wife's in labor - that makes him less than careful on the roads. Sometimes it works.
See, when I get upset, my stomach goes all weird and I can't concentrate and my heart beats a billion times a minute. It's not good. I hate it.
So, I've spent most of my life trying to stay calm. I may look like zen on the outside, b
The weather has been colder than normal this winter. Still not much snow, but wind chill advisories have kept me inside more often than usual. Tomorrow will be another really cold morning – I haven’t decided if I will face the cold or head to the gym. Training for the Austin marathon is going well, but I am behind where I would like to be. There isn’t much I can do about it – with the foot injury at the end of last year I just don’t have the time to get the long runs I’d like to get done. The go
Does anyone know of an app that can keep a multitude of personal records? It's getting really hard for me to keep up with all the numbers when 5 people are running races from 200m to 10k (so far) and I made a spreadsheet but I'd prefer an app...