Showing posts with label bummed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bummed. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Embrassez votre été invincible!

Outside my front door in beautiful Upstate New York on January 21, 2014,
on a welcome sunny winter day.
It's once again that time of year where the perception on the part of most is that the winter season has dragged on too long, been too cold and generally too much; the key word in that statement being, of course, "perception."

Though we in upstate New York are nowhere near the empirical "depths of winter," (despite the occasional nor'easter tail end of frigid air) it certainly feels as though that is the case: the ongoing lack of consistent bright daylight, fluctuating temperatures, and a general malaise have many of us feeling a little wintry. Some personal events of the past few weeks, have put yours truly a bit of a funk. But, even in the early-morning/late-evening darkness (some real, but the most dangerously self-imposed), it is important to remember that we, you and I, all hold within us the potential warmth of the invincible summer.

In times like these, I try to focus my mental energies on quotes or mantras that were previously useful in adjusting my mindset to better assist me in barreling through the challenging winter months. One quote, in particular, that I find myself returning to when feeling a little blue (or in today's case, grey), is ironically, from noted Existentialist ("a sense of disorientation and confusion in the face of an apparently meaningless or absurd world.") philosopher and author of The Stranger, Albert Camus:
"O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate....In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there is in me an invincible summer."
To those who have not read Camus broadly, the use of his lines as inspirational mantra will certainly seem ironic. He remains closely associated with the dark and brooding black-and-white photographs that perpetuated this image of the artist as an "intellectual Frenchman." Despite those iconic photos, Camus' writing does include quite a few nuggets of warmth, as evidenced by the one above.

It is in these recent grey, cold days that it becomes even more important to make the concerted effort to grab that inner light and hug it close! Until the outside world (as accurately communicated by the local news) more closely matches my desired sunny state. By continuing to do one's best to keep the sun inside stoked and burning, hope remains of influencing one's perception of the winter to stir a sunnier disposition, rather than the other way around.

Thursday, August 05, 2010

Run: 5.6 miles in ≈:53 min. @ 5:20 a.m.

Weather: Cloudy, 74°F, 81% Humidity, Wind: From SSW @ 3 mph; feels like 74°F.
Course: A short southern jaunt past (and thru) Highland Park
Pace: ≈9:23 min/mile
Effort: 3 out of 5
How did I feel? Blah!
Gear: Amphipod RunLite Trail Runner, Amphipod Xinglet Reflective Wear


A poor quality effort this morning, a run during which the air felt like soup and I struggled to stay on course. What had been intended to be an eight-mile run became a truncated 5+ mile shuffle--the highlight being the thunder and light drizzle which accompanied me home the last half-mile. I am optimistically looking forward to much better things come the weekend, following tomorrow's (Friday's) recovery day.

Breathe in, breathe out… YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Run: 6.6 miles in :54.45 min. @ 5:20 a.m.

An indication how some runs go, this morning's training high point was a visit from the neighborhood Cardinal, a frequent visitor to our backyard bird feeder, during my post-run recovery-drink-and-newspaper-reading session.

Weather: Mostly Cloudy, 71°F, 84% Humidity, Wind: From SW @ 11 mph; feels like 71°F.
Course: Six Looks Like 8 found on USATF Map It!
Pace: 8:17 min/mile
Effort: 4 out of 5
How did I feel? Tired.
Gear: Amphipod RunLite Trail Runner, Amphipod Xinglet Reflective Wear


Perhaps a little hepped up from running that 5k on Sunday, yesterday (Monday) I mailed in registration for the 14 mile(!) 'Dam' Good Trail Run
on Sunday, August 22. This will help me continue to prepare for the half-marathon on September 12 (I hope). The race itself has a few unique elements, some of which I 'll detail in a later post. Now onto this morning's run...

The air was slightly warmer than normal for the early morning hour, and my while my overall effort was high, it was labored and thr overall quality, arduous. I had a difficult time "being here now" and found my concentration (and therefore my form and focus) falling of course. THough the resulting run was not necessarily pleasant, I did feel a sense of accomplishment in simply getting through it. Despite this morning's rough run, I'm confident better things are ahead!

Breathe in, breathe out… YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Friday, July 17, 2009

Dangling Participles...

dangling participle (or dangling modifier) attaches itself to a word different from the one the writer apparently intended.The writer may have meant to modify the subject, but word order makes the modifier seem to modify an object instead.
Recently, this blog has covered some ground that, while related to running, has been slightly different than my intent as this blogs "author." I've started some things that I haven't finished. In the interest of following up on some previous posts (and in having something related to "running" to write abut in the absence of actually running myself)...
2009 Badwater Results: Congratulations to Brazilian bad-a$$ Marcos Farinazzo, the overall Winner of the The Badwater Ultramarathon which took place from July 13-15. Marcos covered the 135 mile course in 23:39:18! Other winners include all 54 athletes who finished before the cut-off time. Kudos to all 86 athletes who gave it a shot--the beautifully painful truth is that there is always next year!

Injury Update: It has now been exactly one week since I last laced up my running shoes and hit the streets. I continue to have pain in both knees but it has improved. I continue to RICE and take anti-inflammatory, Glucosomine/Chondroitin, in addition to my "regular" vitamins, and remain confident of an (eventual) return. I am learning patience (still!) and have kept myself busy doing other things. I may go for a bicycle ride today, and possible ride the ten-ish miles to work on Monday. This is all of course dependent on how my legs feel on nay given day.

"Fitness" Levels: While I totally recognize that Fitness does not necessarily dependent solely on one's weight, I was concerned that I would (mostly as a result of possibly being "bummed out") I would gain excessive pounds during this down time. Surprisingly, I have maintained my pre-race/injury weight of 183.5 pounds. Immediately following the race I did "splurge," but have once again fallen into a fairly healthy pattern of portion size and fairly nutrient rich eating habits.

Bookshelf: I have completed Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton and begun The Death of a Salesman in anticipation of next school year's coursework. I also have jumped into Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson with David Oliver Relin. The latter has offered a nice (translation: positive) counterbalance to the dreary canon books.
That about covers things for now. Hopefully in the next few days/weeks, I'll be able to share more meaty reflections on all things "runned-a-bout!"

Breathe in, breathe out… YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Dog Walkin'

Gracie and Anne following a walk last summer...
once we get a new camera, I'll be able to post more updated pix!

Walk: 2.5 miles in 40:00 min. @ 7:30 a.m.
Weather: Mostly Cloudy, 52°F, 42% Humidity, Wind: From W @ 12 mph; feels like 52°F.
Pace: 16:00 min/mile
Course: Around our neighborhood.


After five days having passed by without lacing up my running shoes and hotting the pavement, this morning I resolved to at(at the very least) get out for a walk. For the previous four evening's I had been planning to go for a walk with my wife, my dog, or both, but tiredness and a lack of motivation stood in the way.

Rollin gout of bed, I had decided that "enough was enough" with my waiting to go to the doctor's on Tuesday (a meeting during which he will tell me "nothing is wrong that I can tell... run when you'd like") until getting out and, to be honest, the sitting around was beginning to bum me out. So after checking my e-mail, drinking two cups o' joe, and sitting for fifteen minutes, I woke our dog Gracie and brought her with me for a short (leisurely?) walk around the neighborhood.

Just one time in the past Gracie came with me to a road race, a benefit for the local dog shelter. This morning, however, she is my companion for a walk. The weather was perfect this morning, and the winds remarkably calm, so I deep quite lay upon the neighborhood save the chattering of birds. Gracie and I walked through the streets, I trying to identify the birds by song and Gracie searching for a grey squirrel or two to pester...

Breathe in, breathe out… YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

What Now, Achy, Shaky Heart?

My training over the past few weeks has been a little sporadic, due primarily to lingering concerns following my hospital stay a few weeks ago. Immediately following my release from the Emergency Room, I (sort of) resumed training, but in the past few days have found the discomfort in my chest and arm to be too much to just look past while running.

In the days (week?) of training which lead up to (as well as directly following) my hospital stay, I found that running and exercise did not exacerbate the discomfort and that, in fact, the activity served to move my attention beyond the troublesome "ache."

I'm really not trying to be melodramatic, but rather trying to articulate for you (and me) why my activity level has tapered off of late. Especially as this current malaise represent a change in my common training pattern... Normally, with Spring Break next week, I would be re-asserting my commitment to a training plan due top the freed up time.

This break though will have a slightly different emphasis as I'm hoping to first see my primary care physician for my second post-emergency room follow-up and (as my symptoms have neither dissipated nor improved) seek a referral to a specialist... just whom and for exactly what is to yet be determined.

I would really like to get a more meaningful diagnosis than the vague (and frustrating) "virus" though so that I can continue to move forward...

Breathe in, breathe out… YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

$ign of the Time$

Slowly , but surely, the nation's financial woes have crept into the running scene most notably in the price of high performance running shoes. Two years ago when I returned (again) to registering for road races, "high end" shoes costs roughly $80-90, a price worth paying to extend the well being of your feet, especially for a runner. Recently I have noticed the similarly designed and prodcu3ed low-end shoe costing $100.

Two days ago I received an e-mail from the organizer/financial underwriter for a local road race that I ran this past summer. Unfortunately it was one of the few local summer races with a cumulative distance over 10k (6.2 miles). The e-mail informed myself (and anyone else for whom the organization had and e-mail that:
I’m sorry to report that the lousy economy has forced XXXX to cancel our... 10Mile & 5K Races this year. Along with the rest of the world, we are struggling to keep our heads above water and, very reluctantly, had to make the sad decision to wait until next year, hoping that we can do it then.
I suspect that more e-mails like this will be sent out shoudl the economics downturn continue (as it appears it will). I, for one, have found myself registering for less races over the past few years as my motivation and training habits have changed. As difficult as it may be to ponying up $15-70 bucks per race (5k very reasonably priced, 26.2 miles muy expensive!), the same cost cutting measures are being enacted by not-for-profits and for-profit organizations alike.

Embrassez votre été invincible!

Thursday, January 08, 2009

C'est La Vie

Unfortunately, not much to add... in fact, nothing thus far this week relative to my training. What I had feared would happen, has happened: since the conclusion of my Winter Recess from school concluded this past Sunday, I have had little time, energy or motivation to run. Maybe it's the cold, or a general malaise...

Be patient with (and I will try to do the same), I will shake "it" sooner rather or later...

Embrassez votre été invincible!

Friday, January 02, 2009

Choking Down "Culinary Culture"

"The hamburger is a culinary culture... it's actually
an American phenomenon."
~BK Employee from the "Making of..." documentray



Five million Americans can't be wrong, right? Just as indigenous people from faraway lands who don't watch ten hours of television daily and eat overly processed foods can't possibly be right for not doing so...

Of course who better than a company holding 50% of the fast food market share in nation with the fastest growing rate of obesity among its population, due in no small part to our shared fast food addiction, to fufill a culinary Manifest Destiny by spread its dietary habits to those who have not yet been blessed with its fabricated flavor?

It's difficult not to watch the pretentious employees of the fast food giant gleefully explain and validate their social experiment of sharing with the unwashed masses their mystical burger in the "documentary" above. Perhaps the only thing more nauseating than the reality of fast food burger prep itself is the conceited aplomb with which it is peddled.

Embrassez votre été invincible!

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Taking Stock

"When you discard arrogance, complexity, and a few other things that get in the way, sooner or later you will discover that simple, childlike, and mysterious secret known to those of the Uncarved Block: Life is Fun."~Ben Hoff, Tao of Pooh
I've been in sort of a funk these past few days, but not necessari9ly in a bad way, I suppose, its just that there has been quite a bit going on. The time changing (nice), the weather has been pleasant (good), school has been productive (okay), preparing for coaching Indoor Track and Field at my school has continued (exciting, but mucho work), and most importantly, Anne is back home from the hospital (very good)... and let's not forget the election, from which I'm experiencing severe CNN over-dose.

Training, running, racing has not even been on the radar, though I have made some half-hearted attempts of getting back to it.

Now that my commitment to the Rochester Runner of the Year races has been met (so that I "qualify" for whatever), and I won't be running in this weekend's ultra marathon (too little time, too few miles) my training has taken on a haphazard form (which is to say it is "formless")mostly, I suspect, because I have had no specific race to look toward. I could just pick any old marathon or ultra and "plop" it on the calendar, but once Indoor Track & Field practices begin next week, in addition to my coaching classes, I'm uncertain as to just how much I'll be able to do and when.

It's not easy being an "Uncarved Block," but, again, I really don't mean to sound as though I'm complaining, I feel very, I don't know, "blessed?" I'm just taking stock, is all.

Back to running, I need to give it some thought as what I have been doing recently (just kind of setting out for a run with no real goal) has not been "working" for me very well. I have signed up for a charity 5k for this weekend. It will be held in the community I teach in and one of my current students had mentioned he would be running in it. I hold little hope of placing (especially with ten year age groups), but am looking forward to "representing."

Beyond that, who knows? I claim no goal except recognizing that life IS fun...

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Run for Hospice 5k Road Race

Run: 3.1 in :19:22 min. @ 9:10 a.m. + 4 miles prior to the race
Weather: Partly Cloudy, 40°F, 79% Humidity, Wind: From NNE @ 8 mph; feels like 35°F.
Pace: 6:15 min./mi.
Course: The Run for Hospice 5k Road Race course in sunny Greece, NY!
Official Results: Avaialble here care of PCR Timing.


Pre-Run Ruminations: Though my heart isn't really in doing so this morning, I am going out to the country and participating in this year's Run for Hospice 5k. There is also a 10 mile option (one which I would prefer), but in order to maintain my eligibility for the ten race Rochester Runner of the Year series, I need finish only one of the final two races, and as I'm unsure as to just how "things" will be at Thanksgiving, this morning is "it."

I have not run a race at this distance in a while, and given all the "pains" (like parking, leaving home) this is not really how I would like to spend this morning... but enough complaining; I'll drink my coffee, kiss my wife goodbye and head out soon. Judging from the short article in our local fish-wrap, there are going to be some excellent athletes in attendance, so as I am going through the motions I'll be able to see some good runners performing, thanks to the turn around style course.

Post-Race Reflections: The event went rather smoothly and the weather, because it was so cool, was perfect for a run. I arrived early to run the course prior to lining up for the official start. Fortunately for me, the course itself was well laid out and very easy to follow, with two slight inclines that I wouldn't really classify as hills. I had an opportunity to PR at the distance (and finally break 19:00, but it wasn't meant to be... today).

I'm glad I went, took a deep breathe, and ran as well as I could. I had not been looking forward to the morning, but thanks to the weather and camaraderie of some folks I hadn't seen in a while, things went swimmingly.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Everybody's a Story to Remember

Coming home from work this afternoon, I had to meet with a contractor, who will be coordinating the installation of a roof vent on our house in the next few weeks. Sitting at my kitchen table, I went to sign the paperwork and (for I swear must have been the fifth time today) I mentioned, "Gosh, I can't believe it's September 11th already."

I didn't mean to intimate that I was talking about THE September 11, 2001, just that the month seems to be going by quickly. He took it another way.

"Yeah, you're like the tenth person who's mentioned that to me today... I don't no anyone who doesn't remember where they were."

I nodded in agreement. "I was in school and couldn't wait to get my a** home to see my wife and kids," I said out of some man-law brotherhood, from the bottom of my heart, as much as to emphasize that I, too, had vivid memories of THE September 11th.

"I was at someone's house, just like now," he continued," and the television was on... I thought she had a movie on as the first plane struck in New York." He stopped for a moment, thought, and added, "It wasn't no movie, though, me and her just watched the news as the second plane hit the tower."

All could could add was, "that's some crazy stuff, man. Weird as hell."

I remembered back to September 11th and couldn't help recalling, in my bones, the sadness and anxiety I felt watching that terrible, terrible event.

"Crazy," the contractor added while shuffling the contract into a neat pile before leaving. We shook hands having shared some odd flashback moment together, just two guys going about our business and momentarily remembering...

While it's true that about some things, and this inparticular, everyone has a story, sometimes we all just need to take a second to tell it.

Breathe in, breathe out… YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Friday, August 08, 2008

Clearing My Head

The topographic map outside the Lamberton Conservatory in Highland Park.
When my children were younger we would come here and
they could run their fingers along the map, selecting
what parts of the park they would like to go to during each visit.

Week 6 Key Run 2.5-ish
Planned Workout:
Actual Run: 6.7 miles in :51:38 min. @ 4:30 p.m.
Weather: Mostly Cloudy w/Light Rain, 71°F, 61% Humidity, Wind: From WNW @ 15 mph, gusting up to 25 mph; feels like 71°F.
Average Mile Page: 7:41 min./mi.
Course: And and about... including through Highland Park two loops around the Cobbs Hill Reservoir.


It has been one of those in-the-middle, limbo type days where, despite my having waken at 4:00 a.m. this morning to take care of the dog, I don't really feel like I've woken up yet. Having taken a nap and driven on some pre-flight errands in effort to lien up, I reckon a short run is in order. Tomorrow is likely to be a sedentary one, what with the flight to Wyoming and all, so I should probably move around a little.

Clearly my training plan will require some significant adjustment this coming week, but it will be nice to hit the stone-covered roads of Cheyenne again...

Breathe in, breathe out… YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Monday, December 03, 2007

Writing Through "It": A Former Pupils Arrest...

When working on writing with my middle-school students, I always suggest to them that they find a passionate perspective from which to approach the prompt, the thought being that if can find an subject, idea or "angle" about which they are passionate--the words will come easier.

Last weekend, some events here in my River City community prompted me to write a letter to the local newspaper, the Democrat & Chronicle. The intent in my writing was to process for myself some of the feelings I had experienced as a result of the news. Surprisingly, the newspaper saw fit to print the letter, and award me the title of “Guest Essayist,” along with my picture, the second time I have been so honored.

What follows is the essay, entitled "Former pupil's arrest drives home teacher's potential to touch lives" in it’s entirety:
(November 29, 2007) — Recently as I opened the morning paper, I was saddened to read that three homicides had taken place in Rochester over one weekend.

Particularly frustrating to me was that one of the alleged perpetrators is a former student of mine. As is the case with many teachers and others involved in education, I often have the pleasure of seeing some of my students accomplish great things — in sports, academics, arts or community service. The flip side, unfortunately, is that occasionally, some students become involved in less desirable activities.
I often tell my current students that just as you need to take credit for success, you also need to stand up and be accountable when things do not go so well. While I have not been part of this particular student's life for nearly four years, I am hurt by the choices he apparently made for himself.
My own sadness is even greater for the families — the alleged perpetrator's and the victim's — who have been dramatically impacted.

While I can intellectually assure myself that such actions, if true, are not the result of our short time together in a classroom many years ago, deep inside, I wish I had done something different to enable him to make better choices. Maybe I should have brought him breakfast one day or shown more compassion. But, things are never that simple.

It's easy to look at a unflattering mugshot in the paper and see an individual whose poor decision-making has led him to a terrible end, and to feel rage toward him and his actions. These responses are very valid.

But as I return to school this week after the Thanksgiving break, I reaffirm the understanding that every child, with whom I have a good or a poor relationship, will many times in the future be in the position to make choices. I have a part, however significant, in helping that young lady or gentleman make a better choice than the ones allegedly made by my former student.

Maybe accountability isn't about feeling guilt or placing blame, but rather about recognizing the role we play, and can play, in the lives of those with whom we come in contact.
Embrassez votre été invincible!

Monday, November 12, 2007

Mendon 50k: Loop 3 of 5


This is the fourth in a series of posts during which I am continuing to tell the tale of my personal journey through five 10k loops this past Saturday, November 10, as I attemtped to complete my first (mini)-ultra marathon...

Loop 3 (1:13:40)—Perhaps the best thing about recreational running is that it offers the opportunity to meet folks from many walks of life with which, despite the myriad of possible differences, you share at least this one in common. Roughly two miles into loop three, I came up upon a lad of about twenty-eight, with whom I sparked a short conversation, one which would foreshadow the events to come that could potentially derail my run.

“How’s it going?” I inquired between breathes.

“Okay, how are you?” he said in a drawl which suggested he had traveled to the race from points West.

“Pretty good, I actually feel like I’m holding up okay.”(By this time the other races taking place today of distances between 5 and 20k had begun.)

“Are you going twenty or fifty today?” he inquired.

“Fifty. This is my first time, how about you?”

“This is my first fifty, too. I’m beginning to feel it in my hips, though.”

Surveying the trail ahead I said, “I’m worried about getting lost… the trails are well marked though—good luck!” I pulled away as we headed down a mild hill and we went our own ways.

Every trail has a few points that help the runner take notice of just where they are on the course. Some are natural, such as hills, trees, or other scenic indicators. Others are not. One such point in this race was “Carol’s Diner,” the aid station just over halfway through the loop. About a third of a mile in advance of reaching the station was a small cardboard sign stapled to a wooden stake on which was written in black marker: “Carol’s Diner Just Ahead!”

This station was a blessing in that there were many snacks and drinks available there to help give you a little something as you continued along the trail—M&Ms, H2O, cookies, pretzels, and, most importantly, cheers. By this point in my run I had passed this location twice, once in each of the preceding loops, and as I passed through the third time, I took a cup of replacement drink and some pretzels then continued on. And on… and on…

Eventually, I continued on up the worst incline in the race, one that had been covered with gray gravel resembling kitty-litter, and supplying zero traction. As a pumped my arms vigorously attempting (with little success) to power walk up the hill, it occurred tome that I had been here before. Well, of course I had, this was my third loop. Finally dragging myself up the hill I turned left(?), continued on until reaching a sign: “Carol’s Diner just ahead!”

Uh-oh.

Somewhere midway through loop 3 I lost ten minutes. I can only surmise that I’d gone off course somewhere and inadvertently looped back around this most challenging part. I think my fiends at the Diner sensed something was wrong, as I had just been through, but with so many folks on the trail, I imagine we all looked alike. Once this realization hit me, my spirits began to drop, and quickly.

I continued on and as I hit the top of the final hill which dropped into the chute, I remembered that Anne would not be there… I began to consider for the first time, at what was mile 18, the possibility of stopping short of the entire 50k...

Breathe in, breathe out... YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Run: 8.4 miles in 1:05:37 min. @ 7:30 p.m.

Pace: 7:51 min./per mile avg.
Weather: Fair, 69°F
Course: Barrington to East Avenue to Clover Street to Elmwood Avenue to Clinton Avenue to Highland Avenue to Monroe Avenue…
"Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain."~Author Unknown
After almost eight weeks of following my fairly ambitious fourteen week road to an ultra marathon, one concern that has come up is the very real possibility of over training. Some possible tell-tale signs of this happening are a lack of motivation, lingering achiness and a general blase attitude toward training as a whole.

This week has been a "recovery week," of sorts, as evidenced by the planned reduction in overall mileage. While I have noticed, or maybe just become more aware of, some tenderness in the back of my ankles, I have continued to forge ahead by meeting my mileage expectations this week. My "forging" ahead has been further marked by a reemphasise on stretching and preparing before and after each run, instead of just recklessly running for runnings sake.

Last week's failure to meet some of the toughest (i.e. longest!) mileage goals caused my to take pause and question the likelihood of my being able to run the 32.6 mile run I am planning to complete on November 10. But after processing this brief training misstep during the course of the last few days, I've come to realize (again) that worrying and questioning will only reinforce, or bring to the surface, any doubts I have deep inside, and that these negative vibes... once these harmful thoughts are empowered by my doubt, it will become exponentially more unlikely that I will be unable to achieve my overall goal.

So, I am going to continue moving forward in a relaxed, but focused spirit, and choose NOT to give power to the doubts and feelings of failure that might creep into my runs...

Breathe in, breathe out... YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Friday, August 10, 2007

A "Ho-Hum" Bike Ride Built for One

Bicycling: 14.8 miles in 1:03:48 min. @ 12:00 Noon

Weather: Cloudy, 72°F, 75% Humidity, Winds: N @ 14 mph; feels like 72°F.

Pace: 4:19 min./per mile avg.

I'm not surprised to find my pace off by about 19 seconds per mile. I was feeling a little out of sorts when I was about haf-way through this trip and made as direct a bee-line for home, given that I was in the middle of a canal trail, after recongzing my heart wasn't in it for today. While I am glad I got out for a ride, I will attempt to do a better job listening to my body next time and go shorter or stay home to find some other way to enjoy an "off day."

Breathe in, breathe out... YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Training Week In Review... 6/18-24

"If you want to win something, run 100 meters. If you want to experience something, run a marathon."~Emil Zatopek
After reviewing some of my "Week In Reviews" from this past January and February, I was disappointed to notice that my overall mileage has not dramatically increased since then. Other than my injury in late March-early April, and ongoing achiness, I'm not sure what to attribute this lack of growth to, except maybe a lack of focus. I know enough not to compare myself to others, but as I look at the running blogs it is frustrating to see the success documented there and not feel disappointed in myself. But enough of this feeling sorry for myself garbage!

When I spoke with Anne about my perceived mileage stagnation, she said "who cares?" Which got me thinking, "why doe sit matter?" As I said to Anne in response, I guess it only matters because I want to see some change or growth... the only measure for a quantitative improvement is increased distance. On the brighter side, I have definitely experienced a qualitative improvement in my aerobic capacity.

One pattern I've picked up on relative to the races I've registered for is that most of them are shorter distance races, the overwhelming majority being 5ks. Rather than registering for a 5k each week, I'm going to be more selective in choosing competitive runs at distances no less than 5 miles, with an eye toward trail runs when possible.

Mileage-wise, this was another solid, standard, training week similar to all those weeks logged from January to March. Let's take a quickie look at what went down this week:
Legend: R = Running, R(T) = Running on Treadmill, w/A (with Anne), E = Easy Pace, and I've also noted increases (+x) or decreases (-x) from the previous week)

Monday: R 3.8 miles (Weight: 190 lbs.)
Tuesday: R 6.75 miles
Wednesday: R(T) 3.5 miles
Thursday: R 6.1 miles (2 runs--5.7+1.3(E))
Friday: Off Day
Saturday: R 11.3 miles
Sunday: R w/A 1.6 miles (E)
TOTALS--R 33.05 miles (-/+NA miles)
Things change pretty dramatically next week as my Summer Break begins, so I will have both more time to train, but also more time to sit around, vegetate, and EAT... UGH!

Breathe in, breathe out... YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Run (w/Anne): 2 miles in :24:00 min @ 8:30 a.m.

Weather Report: Mostly Cloudy, 74°F, 46% Humidity, Winds: From WSW @ 13 mph; feels like 74°F.

Pace: :12:00 min./per mile avg.

Three months into any program, it is safe to feel a little disappointed with progress, or to see a plateauing of progress as a decrease in advancement... but progress is still progress. Anne has been a little frustrated with what she sees as a "slowing" of improvement.

I continue to be a very proud Annie for continuing to move through the training program. I enjoy the time we spend together running, but need to work on being a better conversationalist so as to make the time pass more quickly for her.

Breathe in, breathe out... YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Eatable Moments: Clydesdale Crossroads

Clydesdale n. in running or road-racing sports, a heavyweight classification for (male) participants weighing more than 200 pounds; a runner in that weight class. Also attrib. Related: pogie, holeset, English, Sports (Etymological Note: From the breed of large.)
In the past week or so, I have continued to be at a dietary crossroads of sorts. While I have thankfully been able to return to some semblance of training, I have also been dealing with a voracious appetite. As a result, I have seen my weight balloon to a recent high of 193 lbs. Last summer, while in Wyoming preparing for the 196 mile "Get Your A** Over the Pass" relay, I weighed in at a recent low of 174 lbs. This would mean that over almost 7 months, I have seen mteh scale readings swing twenty pounds. On a smaller scope, nearly a month ago, I weighed in at about 184 lbs., a change of almost 10 pounds.

Most (actually all) of this sporadic weight gain (and loss and gain) can be attributed to my incredible lack of discipline when it comes to some sweets (I'm looking at you Ben & Jerry' ice cream) and my use of comfort foods when stressed. Just this week, I have half-joking/half-sincerely begun voaclizing the possibiloity of embracing this potential wieght gain by just "going for it" by adding on the necessary 10 additional pounds. With a total body weight of over 200 lbs., I could then sign-up (and maybe place) in races which could, in theory, promote my ascension to the "King of the Clydesdales." Insanity.

Laying in bed early this morning, my hips aching and my legs feeling like lead, I've realized that I must right the ship and get my eating under control. Truth is, I have a pretty good sense of when my "problem" eating times of the day are... I just need to address those "eatable moments" by increasing and balancing the quality of my caloric intake in such a way that I maximize the energy and minimize the dead time which can lead to unnecessary weight gain.

In order to focu my efforts, I will attmept to journal what I eat over the next few days to best determine an effective starting point, a practice I have used before to varied effect.

Breathe in, breathe out... YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!