Tuesday, November 5, 2013

30 minute run

Well almost. 28:50, just shy of 3 miles. Slow going in the morning, but after my run stretching on the porch with a smoothie thinking yeah I like this.

Monday, December 28, 2009

For Auld Lang Syne

Can't decide on a New Year's Resolution, with so many to choose from.

#1 Watch less TV
#2 Run more miles per week
#3 Finally buy a house already
#4 Create a real PHR and pour tons of health and exercise data into it all year. Graph the results.
#5 Finances and health: 100% online, integrated, and manageable (should be easy by now, I mean this is 2010, right?)
#6 Completely avoid the gym for the first 2 weeks in January, then train for a marathon.
#7 Save the world, because while I'm at it why the heck not?

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Neurons are Accelerometers

I swing my arms with each step. The centrifugal force fills the capillaries in my hands, causing pressure on nerve endings which I feel as a pleasant wooshing sensation. I can tell when they are moving straight up and down, front to back, contributing ever so slightly to my overall forward motion. I can also feel when they swing wide, sapping a measure of momentum with pendulous regularity. This is one of many frictions and forces conspiring to slow me down, a complex web of muscle strain vs elasticity, bounce vs inertia, laws of physics vs state of mind.

I found my gear-check bag from the San Jose half marathon and inside was a shirt. I wore this shirt, ran 13.1 miles, stuffed it in a gear bag, and gave it no further thought. That was almost two months ago. The shirt still had my number pinned to it. It had not been washed.

Think I'll go for a run now.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Burning Calves

There I was on my mountain bike atop Skyline Ridge Trail, the San Francisco skyline ahead of me, the bay to my right, the ocean to my left, hawks flying above and below. All in the name of cross-training. It's good to have a reason to do this. My calves and ankles were feeling pretty beat up from the running lately, and nothing stretches them out like a good bike ride. Except at the end, flying down the hill towards the parking lot, feet at 3 and 6 o'clock, bobbing and weaving over the bumps and jumps, my calves absolutely on fire the whole way down.

Pain for gain and a with little rest I'll be stronger for it. This is what it takes to run a marathon. Six days a week, an hour of intensity most days, hill repeats, tempo runs, mountain biking, and a two hour run every weekend. That has to be the base.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

So I Had a Bad Day

Ran the dish yesterday in 35 minutes, back of the pack. Definitely an off day, so let's review.

Nutrition - coworkers took me out for a farewell lunch at PF Chang's, exactly the wrong food for running.

Conditioning - Using the "I'm recovering from a marathon" excuse only works for two weeks. After that I'm just being lazy, even if I am wearing my marathon shirt. I felt like I had too much untapped glycogen in my legs, more energy stores than muscle, definitely not that "running lean" feeling I want.

State of mind - oscillating between self-doubt and who gives a f---.

Stride - off balance. I usually have a mantra. This time, no mantra.

End result - I kept moving until I got there, but it wasn't the relaxing zen feeling I look for in a run. I need to up my weekly mileage. I also need to fix my reward system. Just because I like peanut butter ice cream doesn't mean I can eat it for no reason. I have to work for it or it throws off my motivation. So today I spent an hour at the gym and rewarded myself with some chocolate milk. If I'm good then maybe this weekend I can run 16 miles and have some peanut butter ice cream.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Only Ten Miles?

More and more I appreciate the mental challenge of long distance running. It should get easier. No it should not. Doing something difficult is the point. Maintaining pace while you deteriorate, holding it together when you are falling to pieces.

I set out with the lofty goal of 16 miles, as a summer base to carry me into the October marathon. Then life happens. Late night, early morning, barely made it on time and the only hydration was half a can of leftover diet soda. That's when I knew it was not going to be a 16 mile day. I can run an hour without water okay, that's seven, eight miles tops. I ran five out, then a bit more to the dam before turning back. Then the real challenge: it was five miles back.

Don't try this at home, kids.

In a way I looked at it as another challenge. I took a ten mile run and made it as hard as sixteen. I got to that "I want to stop now" feeling that I need to power through. I maintained pace... for the most part. I maintained, physically and mentally, steady to the last mile. I can run another ten minutes, I kept reminding myself.

I made it. When I was done I drove straight to Robert's Market in Woodside, bought a large cold bottle of Gatorade, and drank until I had brain freeze.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Forward Motional Stability

Up to a point it's about how well you train. After that it's how much pain can you endure. More accurately, how hard can you work to inflict pain on yourself. You expect a marathon to test you physically. The mental and emotional tests come as a more of a surprise.

The hardest part was knowing I could simply stop. After everything I did to push myself up to and beyond my threshold of pain, to think maybe I could just stop. It is mental work to endure pain. The threshold can be increased, only to crash through it again. When you've spent enough time over your limit it doesn't matter anymore.

Oxygen depletion has its own side effects. The world comes and goes in waves.

To keep a steady pace while you undergo a steep decline, that is the game.