Showing posts with label maintenance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label maintenance. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

10-Day Post

Phwew, what a week. I've been researching in Pennsylvania and have found myself somehow too busy to update this and all other blogs. The good news is: I've been running.

Friday (03.16): I ran my varsity cross country course, something I haven't done for fifteen years or more. What a course! Back me up on this everybody who ran cross country in Western Pa: one of the best courses in the state. Hills, open spaces, one long stretch, hills, hills, hills.

For instance:


This is the one long stretch I mentioned: we called it the flats. In retrospect, every workout was a hill workout growing up in this place.

But before we get to the flats, we had to share elbows and snot with three hundred other runners up this hill, the beginning of the course:



Up the gravel, through the pines, past the pavilion at the top of the hill -- it might have been half a mile to the flats, but it often felt like five.

I was never a good runner. I was above average. But in the mid-nineties, I'm pretty sure everybody running cross country was above average. My best time on our course was 16:30 (2.9 miles, a very fast course, considering the standard 3.1). I would have considered myself good at 16:15 or better, and my senior year, we had three great runners on my team, all running sub 16:00 -- it was always awesome to watch the three of them for the first quarter mile . . . also, to see them finishing post-race meals as I crossed the finish line.

Speaking of which:


Here's a picture from the pavilion up top back to the start / finish line. At this point, we've been running down hill for nearly a mile, and here's the final stretch -- fastest finish, I'd imagine you'll ever run.

I ran the course today in 22:35 -- not quite my own course record, nor was I pushing particularly hard, though I did feel like a kid again down that last stretch.

When I was in school the course record was 14:10. 14:10! It was held by Mike McWilliams of Grove City and Amy Rudolph of Kane, whose time I don't remember. Anyway, I only have to take nine minutes off my time, and I'll be back in business.

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Saturday (3.17): I met with my famed chiropractor Dr. Stick this morning. I told him that my back had been hurting for some time. He said, "Now, the back is the part you can't see, right? The front is the part that's in the mirror? I always get those two switched."

I said, "I seem to be having some problems with my sciatica, maybe my fourth lumbar. Any advice?"

He said, "Have you been running?"

I said, "Yes."

He said, "Well, I'm stumped. Have you tried running farther?"

So he and I went for a 12-mile run through the "Valley That Changed the World." We either ran it in 1:43:18 or 1:48:13 -- I wrote it down, but can't remember. During the run, he wisely distracted me from my back issues by talking about high school basketball. Sometimes I forget how awesome I was when I'm alone, but Dr. Stick reminded me of how great we were, or how close to greatness we were. Almost certainly, if it weren't for one or two minor details (particularly, our height and our ability) we would certainly have won just about every state championship during the early 1990s. What fun!

We talked running and local politics and oil and industry and of course made slight mention of how sad all of the high school girls, who never dated us, must be now that we are both spoken for. Long story short: my back felt much better. More great healing. Thanks, Dr. Stick!

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Sunday (3.18): Okay, normally I take the day after a long run off, but I felt great, and went out for a few miles. I ran 24:15 out, but remembered that I told my spouse I'd be back in 40:00, so I ran like hell to get home in 18:30.

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Monday (3.19): Ran with my girls. Well, the big one ran, the little one biked, along the Rails to Trails. Three miles (40:00 minutes).

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Tuesday (3.20): Had another appointment with Dr. Stick today. We ran 5 quarter-mile hill repeats at about 1:50 per. The run was great -- beautiful late winter PA weather -- a great time and place to sprint.

This will be my last appointment with Dr. Stick until Saturday 20 May when we'll meet in Cleveland for my first marathon.

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Wednesday (3.21): My spouse dropped me off on the way to the camp. Ran seven miles at what I would call a 9:00 minute pace. No mile markers for the first three miles (28:45). But then I ran half miles at 4:30, 4:22, 4:26, 4:28, and the final two miles at 8:41 and 8:58. Plus an extra little kick at the end for a total of 1:05:45. Another lovely run along the Allegheny River Rails To Trails.


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Thursday: Dr. Stick told me about a workout that I might enjoy for my back. He said he recently ran 8X800 meters, shooting for 3:20 for each repeat. I decided to try this today.

After a ~two-mile warm up (20:00), I found a track. Here's my times:

Lap 1                 Lap 2                800 meters
1:34                   1:39                  3:14
1:42                   1:38                  3:21
1:42                   1:40                  3:23
1:44                   1:36                  3:21
1:38                   1:36                  3:15
1:36                   1:32                  3:09
1:41                   1:34                  3:16
1:42                   1:40                  3:23

So I ran 4 repeats over my goal pace and 4 under. If we agree to call the 1:32 and the 1:44 anomalous, I'd say my pace is fairly consistent. Overall, I'm pleased with this run.

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Friday: Ran four miles with the crapradoodle today at an adequate crapping pace (40:23).

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Saturday: I ran two loops today. Lap one: 1:14.20. Lap two: 1:09:22. Total 2:23.43 (~15.5 miles) with a twelve-minute break in between loops. We'll call the break a ghost break, and strike ghost-pepper sauce off the list of things to eat on a cheese burger the night before a long run.

When I got home, I signed up for my first half marathon, which will take place in Athens, OH on April 01 -- hey, six days!

Also, my first marathon. I signed up for that, too. Dr.'s orders. Cleveland: May 20. I'm gonna hafta learn how to run farther by then.

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Sunday: Off, reluctantly.

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Monday: We're back home now, after about two-weeks worth of travel. I think, at this point, I'll be able to get back into posting more frequently.

Ran the same loop as Saturday (1:05.30) . . . probably faster than I should have, but I was excited to get home.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Not As I Do

Thursday: Off. I'm easing back into this.

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Friday: I ran about four miles today (42:12) nice and easy. I enjoyed the fresh air, thought nice thoughts about the world.

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Saturday: Off. I feel good, but why do anything stupid?

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Sunday: Took the crapradoodle down to the grocery to get some Parmesan for the asparagus. As usual, she's very popular with all of the folks who don't have to clean her poop. Took a circuitous route home. About three miles (32:15).


Monday: Ran my 3.4 mile maintenance loop (28.02) fairly hard -- in fact, that's on of my best times on the loop -- for no good reason except I felt pretty well.

Also, this:
 My friend Ben pops marathons like I pop peanuts--no lie, as they say in the Midwest. He's had injuries far worse than a twitching knee. During one run, I told him I was babying myself so I wouldn't have to sideline running completely.
"Sideline running completely, are you insane?" he said. "Because of an injury?!" If Ben ever lost his legs, he'd run on his hands, I'm sure of it. "Bodies heal!" he said. "They can take a hell of a long time, but they don't stay broken forever!" (Runner's World March 2012) 
 I took this passage from Marc Parent's article called "The Painful Truth" in the recent issue. Finally! Somebody who speaks my mind: run like hell, even when you're hurt -- and now I feel like a dope for taking off most of February.

On the other hand, I'm kind of misrepresenting what some stranger claims his friend does while he's injured to whatever extent he's injured. Really, what he said is don't take time off completely. I'm presenting his argument as though he's saying push your body to its limits everyday.

Also, this: William James, 19th century philosopher (and brother of Henry James) said: Too often what we call research is simply finding information that agrees with our current position. Yes, that's what I'm doing.

In truth, I should have taken it much easier today. The idea here is to make a complete recovery, not recover well enough to injure myself again. I promise I'll be smarter in the future.*

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*Not likely.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Back on the Road

Dragged the crapradoodle around the 3.4 mile loop (35:27) today, and crap she did: she hasn't lost her touch. First run since, well, let's just get this part out of the way up front:


February 01                
Wednesday: 16.0
Thursday: -----
Friday: 4.0
Saturday: 4.0
(Week 37.4)               
February 05                
Sunday: 9.9
Monday: 4.0
Tuesday: 4.0
Wednesday:-----
Thursday:------
Friday:-----
Saturday:-----
(Week 13.9)               
February 12                
Sunday: -----
Monday:-----
Tuesday:-----
Wednesday:-----
Thursday:-----
Friday:-----
Saturday:-----
(Week-----)                 
February 19                
Sunday:-----
Monday:-----
Tuesday:-----
Wednesday:-----
Thursday:-----
Friday:-----
Saturday:-----
(Week-----)                 
February 26                
Sunday:-----
Monday:-----
Tuesday:-----
Wednesday: 3.4
February: 45.1 miles
Year To Date: 175.7 miles.

Running Days: 29
Days off: 28

I have not been a pleasure to live with for the past three weeks. Turns out running is such an integral part of my life that when I'm not getting out, I get kind of miserable. Not downtrodden or desperate, I don't suppose, but I have definitely felt grumpy for the past month.

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In other news, here's a picture of my spouse's foot:






She calls it her zombie ankle, but I wouldn't suggest walking on it, even if you are a zombie.


And, here's further proof that she is a better human being than I: she injured her ankle on Sunday during a roller derby practice. She rested, iced, compressed, and elevated her foot immediately and for the next two days. She took arnica and brionia to help heal her connective tissue and reduce swelling. She was thoughtful about her movement and took care to not inflict additional damage. Today she started doing lunges and squats again. She walked cautiously but normally on it. She took care to continue in the healing process.

Me, when I got hurt, I whined about it, got sullen, and used my newly found time to eat more. I did not one time, during my convalescence, go to the gym to lift weights or go for a bike ride or do yoga on the Wii. Clearly, there are any number of things I could have done to help recover more quickly, but, I've said it before, I can be a bit of a jerk when it comes to my own health -- I think it's very human of me to behave this way, if it makes you all feel any better.

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Today's run, by the way, was tender. I tried to run thoughtfully, but was afraid I would put too much pressure on the muscles in my lower back. So I tried to run casually, but was afraid I would slip and fall and injure my back even worse. In this regard, I should have stayed home, so I wouldn't be caught up in lousy paradoxes. But, really, I settled into the slowest pace I could muster and the world felt great. Within a quarter mile, I started making plans to run an ultramarathon or a thousand mile race or from here to the moon (metaphorically).

We'll see how my back feels tomorrow. For today, I'm just very happy to be a touch sweaty again. The rest of the family is withholding their opinion about that.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Awful Running Tips from a Lousy Mammal

Four miles (32:30) on the treadmill today, another much needed run. I do often ask myself, self, why do you run? And I don't always know how to answer myself. I don't always know why I run. But days like today, when I'm worn out by prepping, grading and teaching, it's a much easier question to answer. It's not a good answer, necessarily, but days like today, running feels good.

I kept my regular 9:00 minute pace, and added six quarter-mile up tempos (nothing fantastic 4X7:30 and 2X6:00 pace). I also ran the first 2.7 miles at an incline of 1.0. I don't know why I did that, really. Probably for the same reason I added the up-tempos . . . because I don't know why.

I'm full of answers this evening.

Now for my dietary tip: better eat those leftover ice-cream-sandwich cookies j and l left here after the Super Bowl before they go bad. . . . I'm not a very good human.


Eleven Day Tally 

Friday: 3.4
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: 6.0
Monday: 3.4
Tuesday: 4.0
Wednesday: 16.0
Thursday: -----
Friday: 4.0
Saturday: 4.0
Sunday: 9.9
Monday: 4.0
Tuesday: 4.0

Previous:168.5 miles
Year To Date: 172.5miles.

Running Days: 31
Days off: 7

Meanwhile, my lower back is a touch sore, so maybe I shouldn't push so hard -- I'll start that after my hill workout tomorrow.

Maintenance And Choosing One's Shoes

Last night, I dragged the crapradoodle around in the dark for 40:00 minutes. We got in our 4.0 mile maintenance loop and even managed to fun fast for a few short stretches. I needed a run last night -- as the day went by and went by, I kept coming up with reasons to stay inside, though I really wanted to get out. As a result, I admit it, the kitchen is a mess. I have more grading to do today than I otherwise would. And I didn't get to watch the most recent episode of Downton Abbey.

But there are only those certain number of hours in a day -- I've heard 24, but I swear when I'm about to fall asleep, it seems like I've been up for weeks; and it seems like I've only had two-and-a-half hours to get everything done -- I believe Dad would say, "It's like trying to fit ten pounds of shit into a five-pound bag." Yes, if I were Forrest Gump, that's what life would be like according to me.

Meanwhile, there has been a lot of speculation about my shoes. I thought today would be a good day to share what I know about footwear.

For instance, these are my teaching shoes:


I wear them to teach in, because they're lightweight, have lots of cushioning, and when I hand back graded paper assignments, I can run like hell.

These are my carpentry shoes:


I wear them to build things in, because they're lightweight, have lots of cushioning, and when someone asks me to give them a hand around the house, I can run like hell.

And these are my running shoes:


I wear them to run in because I like the way they look.

Eleven Day Tally 

Thursday: 6.1
Friday: 3.4
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: 6.0
Monday: 3.4
Tuesday: 4.0
Wednesday: 16.0
Thursday: -----
Friday: 4.0
Saturday: 4.0
Sunday: 9.9
Monday: 4.0

Previous:164.5 miles
Year To Date: 168.5miles.

Running Days: 30
Days off: 7


Next week: I'll include a photo of and lecture concerning my masonry shoes.

Monday, February 6, 2012

My Bellyaching

Thursday:

Off, and once again, I found myself wanting to get out for a run on the only day I force myself to take a day off. It's like Modest Mouse tells us: "I know what I have and want, but I don't know what I need." I've often heard that the most important day of a runner's week is the day off. It makes sense, logically and physically, and one would think that would be enough, but I don't know what I need.

Friday:

I ran an extended version of my maintenance loop, such that I ended up going 4.0 miles (33:30). I'm going to start increasing my maintenance miles, hoping that it will help on my longer runs.

Saturday:

Another, though slightly different 4.0 mile maintenance loop (36:00). I have begun adding small bits of speed to my maintenance runs as well. I figure I might enjoy maintenance more if I vary the speeds, maybe find a few new routes.

Sunday

My first concern as I started my run today was this: I wasn't entirely convinced I'd recovered from my long run on Wednesday. I still felt a certain tightness, an additional tiredness, that I was attributing to the 16-miler. I decided to take a bit of a longer warm up than usual to help limber up. But before that:

I had in mind to run my Lancaster hill workout today. That flopped when I couldn't find my watch. I waffled for a bit about whether I should run the workout anyway without the watch. You know, man, just go with the flow, run hard and enjoy the sunshine, don't worry about my time, man, it's cool, just relax and enjoy it.

Nope. I dismissed that idea outright. I decided to run the 2.2 miles to the rec center to help with the tightness. Once there, I ran another mile warm up on the treadmill and eleven quarter-mile repeats at 11 mph (5:27-pace) with about two minutes in between. Then I ran the 2.2 miles home. Why 11, Jackson? Why not twelve or ten? What's with the odd prime number?

Well, here's the thing. I had in mind to run 12 quarter-mile repeats, followed by a very fast tenth of a mile, in order to simulate a 5K. That seems like a fun thing to do. The first few were relatively easy. The recovery minutes were necessary, but I wasn't desperate for them, just getting into a comfortable stride.

I hit the middle third and started . . . I don't want to say struggling, but . . . I was definitely feeling the burn. It was a fine burn, followed by much needed recovery time.

When I got around to the final third, I was really pushing hard on each uptempo run. My legs and lungs were feeling the workout, true, but more important to this particular scenario, my belly was objecting to something I must have eaten last night. After my tenth quarter-mile, I had to sit down. After eleven, I had to sit, and I wasn't sure if I'd get back up. I decided the twelfth quarter-mile might do more harm than good, so I called it a day. The run home was slow, I'll wager, but since I didn't have my watch on me, there's no telling, really, how slow.

Eleven Day Tally 

Wednesday: 3.4
Thursday: 6.1
Friday: 3.4
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: 6.0
Monday: 3.4
Tuesday: 4.0
Wednesday: 16.0
Thursday: -----
Friday: 4.0
Saturday: 4.0
Sunday: 9.9

Previous:146.6 miles
Year To Date: 164.5miles.

Running Days: 29
Days off: 7


The good news is: I'm certain, at this point, that I'm over the soreness from last week's long run.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Maintenance, Thinking Ahead

Maintenance loop 3.4 miles (32:35). Pretty sore from yesterday, and the crapradoodle was doing her business, but maybe there's something about a sunny winter afternoon that helps keep the pace up a bit. Not a fast run, by any means, but pleasant.

I found myself thinking ahead a great deal to Wednesday's run. Tomorrow's another maintenance, probably on the treadmill at the rec center, but Wednesday will be a long one. I think I'd like to go 17 miles, and I'm trying to figure if I should run 10 in the morning and 7 in the evening or run the whole distance at once.

Either way, I'm excited about it, which I think is good, as it keep my motivation up.

I've also been thinking about my weight. Now that I'm consistently running 30+ miles each week, I wonder if it's healthy to be cruising along at 200 pounds. I don't like to diet, it's true, but I wonder if it's time to cut back on some of my excesses -- I tend to overeat, I sometimes eat because I'm bored, I snack before bed -- those things seem so simple to get up, but like Quentin Compson tells us, it's the idle habits we acquire which we learn to regret the most.

Eleven Day Tally 

Friday: 3.4
Saturday: 4.0
Sunday: 15.3
Monday: -----
Tuesday: 5.1
Wednesday: 3.4
Thursday: 6.1
Friday: 3.4
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: 6.0
Monday: 3.4

Previous:123.2 miles
Year To Date: 126.6miles.

Running Days: 24
Days off: 6

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Maintenance, Maintenance, Something New

I still prefer updating every day, but here's another three-day post as we approach the end of January. I've been working on other projects, and, given a choice between taking the time to run and taking the time to write about running, I think, for the time being, I'll run.

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Friday: I got out for the 3.4 mile maintenance loop today, and made fine time (32:52), I think, considering I had the crapradoodle in tow. Something struck me while I was out and I feel the need to cast a local apology lest I have offended somebody.

In my own defense, I very rarely think about my attire, except in terms of the weather -- is it too cold to where this or too hot to where that: otherwise, I hardly ever think of myself in terms of how I look.

Which is why, when I grabbed this long-sleeve shirt this afternoon --


-- I was thinking only of staying warm on a slightly cool day. In retrospect, I apologize to anybody who might have read this shirt, seen me with my particular dog, and thought that I was being boastful. I assure you I was thinking only of my health, and not about my singularly talented dog.

The run, meanwhile was fine. Chillier, still, than I thought it would be, but we made good time. After the run, my spouse and I had dinner with friends, went to a poetry reading, and hung out with friends until very very late.

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Saturday morning 3.4-mile out and back (40:02). The crapradoodle was absolutely not in the mood for a run this morning. She'd been begging to get out of the house, but all she wanted to do was crap and sniff, sniff and crap, all along Columbia Road. Also, I finished off my lamb shank for breakfast, and, maybe, I am too old to get up early with the kid after staying out late with friends, so I also partly blame myself for an awful run. But I made it out and back, so, I suppose, that's better than no run at all.

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I thought it would be fun today to combine a hill workout with mile repeats. I've never actually done this workout before, so today was mostly about searching for a goal to set. I ran downhill (7:42), uphill (8:10), down (7:45), up (8:29), down (7:44), and up (8:26).

I think a fun goal for this workout would be to run each mile at a (7:45) pace. I don't know why that sounds fun or if it would even be scientifically useful or not, but I think I will try it. I had a hell of a headwind running uphill today. I was lucky enough to go for my run just as a snowstorm was blowing into my fifty-degree afternoon. I say this only to point out that I think I should be able to drop my uphill times considerably on a calm day . . . I suppose I benefited from the tailwind on the way down, but I'm not willing to think too hard about that just now.

Meanwhile, the crapradoodle says, "hi."

 


Eleven Day Tally 

Thursday: 8.0
Friday: 3.4
Saturday: 4.0
Sunday: 15.3
Monday: -----
Tuesday: 5.1
Wednesday: 3.4
Thursday: 6.1
Friday: 3.4
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: 6.0

Previous:116.4 miles
Year To Date: 123.2 miles.

Running Days: 23
Days off: 6

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Crapradoodle 3 - Jackson 0

And, then, just like that, my maintenance run today was over. I ran my 3.4 mile loop (40:01), while my crapradoodle set a new record with three craps! Astounding -- they said it couldn't be done, but my medium size fuzzball cut three big-dog sized deuces en route to our slowest maintenance route ever. Way to go crapper!

I thought about some really cool running stuff to post during the run, but the dog just kept crapping, and I was wondering if at some point she would simply cease to exist. I'm certain, had Kafka run today's workout with us, he would certainly have given up on "The Hunger Artist" and written instead "The Crapping Dog," and we would have followed the narrator through an adventure of high lyricism and magical narrative. Moral of the story: I forgot everything else.

Year to Date: 110.3 miles. Already posted the 11-day tally once today, and I don't want to take up all the Internet's space with my obsessive compiling.

Three Day Post: Off, Too Much Maintenance, Other Stuff

In his book, On Writing, Stephen King writes:
I used to tell interviewers that I wrote every day except for Christmas, the Fourth of July, and my birthday. That was a lie. I told them that because if you agree to an interview you have to say something, and it plays better if it's something at least half-clever. Also, I didn't want to sound like a workaholic dweeb (just a workaholic, I guess). The truth is that when I'm writing, I write every day, workaholic dweeb or not. That includes Christmas, the Fourth, and my birthday. . . . And when I'm not working, I'm not working at all, although during those periods of full stop I usually feel at loose ends with myself and have trouble sleeping.
I took Monday off, because I had scheduled Monday off, because I always take the day after a long run off, because Runners' World magazine has always told me the most important workout of the week is the day you take off. But I didn't like it.

That is another thing that has happened in keeping this journal: by keeping track of what I'm doing, I miss running when it's not around. It was probably wise to take a day off -- 15.3 miles is my longest run since May? (I think) and probably the second or third longest of my life -- a day off seems more than reasonable. But the commitment to run has become a lifestyle. I feel the urge to get out there every day, even when I've already determined to take a day off.

Which, I suppose, makes the day off all the more necessary: to remind me how important the run is each day.

The consistency which this journal has inspired in me has also lead to a healthier lifestyle at large. I'm not drinking as much. I'm eating more veggies and smaller portions. (Let me be clear about this: I have never much believed in moderation, and I hate to find a Tupperware for food if there's only a few more bites . . . I'm an eater. I'm a drinker.) My intent, in running, is not to shed pounds. Truly, it's not. Nor am I at any risk of wasting away to nothing (I think according to the standard Body Mass Index chart, I'm still twenty pounds overweight)*. But a healthy lifestyle encourages a healthy lifestyle.

I remember a similar experience in college. I watched as my peers, daily, skip classes according to how important they deemed each session, and watched as they struggled with homework or failed tests accordingly. I, on the other hand (okay, I'm self-aggrandizing, but, recognize, I also acknowledge the dweebiness of my self-aggrandizement), went to every class. I was never a great student for a number of reasons, but I always did all the work -- I mean (the dweebiness should reach maximum capacity by the end of this sentence, then return to regular levels for the next paragraph), if I'm gonna spend all that time in class, I might as well do the homework, right?

I'm still gonna eat ice cream from time to time. I'm not giving up an occasional beer. But if I'm gonna go out into the world nine out of ten days, I might as well hold off on thirds this evening . . . unless I really want them.

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Tuesday: I ran maintenance on the treadmill, while my daughter had basketball practice at the rec center. My maintenance pace is still 6.7 mph (8:57 minutes per mile), and that feels fine. My maintenance runs are typically around 3.5 miles. Today, I ran my maintenance pace, but added in four quarter mile repeats at increasing intensity. I don't know why . . . probably because I felt stupidly good, so good I felt young again, I guess, young enough to be stupid.

It was a bad idea, but I ended up running 5.1 miles (42:00) and feeling pretty good about it. There is something awful in store for anybody whose bad ideas begin working out. Remind me to watch my ass in coming weeks.

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Tonight: maintenance. I'll take the crapradoodle with me to insure a reasonable pace. Oh, sure, because I love her, too, and think she deserves some exercise, too, or whatever.

Eleven Day Tally
Friday: ------
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: 3.4
Monday: 7.0
Tuesday: 3.4
Wednesday: 3.4
Thursday: 8.0
Friday: 3.4
Saturday: 4.0
Sunday: 15.3
Monday: -----
Tuesday: 5.1

Previous:101.8 miles
Year To Date: 106.9 miles.

Running Days: 18
Days off: 6

*Is there a doctor in the Internet? I'm pretty freaking healthy, and, according to BMI, I'm borderline obese . . . what's up with that.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Part I of a Three-Day Post

Friday:

I dragged the crapradoodle for the 3.4 mile maintenance loop (~36:00) at around 29 degrees. Today, I started to answer some of yesterday's questions, or, at least, I started answering some of the huge sweeping questions of my life, and the answers reminded me that I had asked myself some questions the day before, and . . . you know what, here:

With all of my writing classes, I have a number of suggestions that I give them, regardless of the caliber of writing or the objectives of the class: if I wants to be a better writer, for instance, I have to sit down, everyday, and write; I have to read; I have to learn grammar (despite how much I disliked learning it in sixth grade); and, a lesson that makes them all uncomfortable, I can't lie to myself.

Those same rules apply to running: run (or cross train) every day, unless, of course, you have a scheduled day off. In which case, you take a decided, scheduled day off: and when you rest, get good rest.

Writers have to read, runners have to recover: this is the least good analogue in the series, but if a runner runs a hard run and doesn't eat at least a decent meal . . . the gains, I would guess, will be discouraging.

Grammar: form. I take some time on each run to work on my stride (it has been too long my whole life, but continues to shorten) and my breathing (which has always been uneven and choppy).

Don't lie to yourself. That's the answer I told myself on my run today. A lot of young writers tell themselves they write best under pressure, so they put everything off until the last minute. A lot of young writers tell themselves they write best with loud music or while they're watching The Daily Show or while they're cooking. While I am certain that there are a couple of procrastinating, headbanger, multitasking writer-chefs in the world, my guess is that most of us are like me, and maybe write one crazy good thing under bizarre circumstances, but, for the most part, we write like we run, better with a sustained consistent effort, with a schedule, by ourselves, as we focus on running.

But what about the running questions: okay, the same principles apply, I think. Should I start pushing for a faster pace, how much running can I add each week, how hard should I push? "Well," the answer came to me, "don't lie to yourself." I'm the only person who knows whether I'm hurt or injured. I'm the only person who knows whether I worked too hard yesterday such that I should not push very hard today or whether I'm just feeling tired because I stayed up too late watching Downton Abbey. I'm the only one who can decide whether it's going to hurt my run to eat a second brat at midnight or have a handful of peanuts.

Some runners have trainers or coaches. Most of us just take ourselves through the paces, getting good and bad advice from friends and fellow runners (not to mention strangers who, invariably, know more about our health than we know). So should I then set my mile-repeats goal for 6:15? At this point, I'm saying yes. I don't have any major creeks or soreness. I'm not pushing myself to injury. If I were to say I didn't want to continue improving my time, I think that impulse could easily be traced back to my being lazy. So, for now, I will continue to increase my distance and intensity. Maybe tomorrow I'll change my mind.

Saturday:

I ran four miles on the treadmill today (34:00) -- most of the time, I ran an 8:57 pace, but I did increase the intensity five or six times for a minute or two. I didn't want to tax my body too much, but I did want to get my heart rate up at least a little. I think it was a good idea.

What wasn't a good idea today? Eating six Jammin Jalapeno chicken wings at the Restaurant Whose Name Should Not Be Mentioned for lunch. Well, that wasn't a terrible idea in and of itself, but couple with the fact that I chased those wings with six of their hottest Habenero chicken wings: all the events of lunch, taken together, were not the best pre-run meal I've ever eaten.

Still, I made it through the workout. Nobody around me suffered for my lunch, but . . . well, my insides were not thrilled with me. So while we're on the topic of don't lie to myself: I need to make better choices for pre-run meals.

Sunday:

Long run this afternoon, probably on the treadmill, given the ice storm of the last couple days. Just a note, though: a bad pre-run meal decision can have effects the next day as well.


Eleven Day Tally
Monday: 8.4
Tuesday: 3.4
Wednesday: 3.4
Thursday: ~13.0
Friday: ------
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: 3.4
Monday: 7.0
Tuesday: 3.4
Wednesday: 3.4
Thursday: 8.0
Friday: 3.4
Saturday: 4.0

Previous: 79.1

Year To Date: 86.5 miles.

Running Days: 16
Days off: 5


I'll post again after the long run.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Photocopying on the Run

Ran the 3.4-mile maintenance loop again today (28:14). Backwards, same as yesterday. Stopped by my office to email material to my creative writing class. I would have preferred a different maintenance run, given that I ran this one yesterday, but my students needed me. There I went. To the rescue. Mile repeats tomorrow.

Eleven Day Tally
Sunday: ------
Monday: 8.4
Tuesday: 3.4
Wednesday: 3.4
Thursday: ~13.0
Friday: ------
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: 3.4
Monday: 7.0
Tuesday: 3.4

Wednesday: 3.4

Previous: 67.7

Year To Date: 71.1 miles.

Running Days: 13
Days off: 5

Did I Just Enjoy a Maintenance Run?

I ran my 3.4 mile maintenance loop (28:58) last night, unburdened by dog, burdening no dog. It was warm enough to run in shorts, but not much warmer. I can't remember feeling so good on my least-favorite of runs. I was sore from the day before's hill workout, but I felt smooth and strong. My pace was faster than usual, but I didn't feel as though I were pushing harder. I ran a few short (~minute~) uptempos, and they felt good. I'm believing more every day in the sustained, consistent effort.

I've been a fan of running three quality workouts every ten days for years, but have often found myself skipping the days in between, because I'm too busy. That also allows me to push the quality workout back a day, such that soon I'm running a 14, 15, 20 day cycle. Not only was I seeing no gains, I was barely able to maintain. Though I wanted to run a 5K, a 10K, a half marathon, I never knew from week to week what kind of shape I'd be in -- and the fluctuations were severe.

For a little over a month now, I've maintained. I've missed a couple of days, but, truthfully, no many, and I feel more like a runner than I have since, well, high school. I am going to run some races in the spring, I'm sure of that, but, again, that's never been the goal . . . the running is the goal, getting out there everyday is the goal, fulfilling my daily obligations is my goal. If I shed a few pounds, that's good. If I drop a few seconds from my race results, that's fine, too.

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Meanwhile, a friend posted an article from Runner's World on facebook yesterday. I love that magazine. I subscribed for two years. I don't read the journal word for word, but it's really great to have a community of like-minded folks vindicating your efforts, even if they'll never meet you.



Eleven Day Tally
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: ------
Monday: 8.4
Tuesday: 3.4
Wednesday: 3.4
Thursday: ~13.0
Friday: ------
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: 3.4
Monday: 7.0


Tuesday: 3.4



Previous: 64.3

Year To Date: 67.7 miles.

Running Days: 12
Days off: 5

Tonight another maintenance run: I'll probably take the dog.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Maintenance Days

Friday: off.

Saturday 3.4 mile maintenance loop: 35:00, dragged by crapradoodle.

Sunday 3.4 mile maintenance loop: 37:30, dragging crapradoodle. The things she must eat before these runs . . .

It's been cold. I should be going over to the rec center for these runs, but that seems to add twenty minutes of driving every time I go, and I'm opposed to that for a number of reasons. Primarily, it feels like a waste of my very important time, but also, our family has put less than three hundred miles on our cars since November, and that ain't bad.

Tomorrow, I have either a hill workout or a speed workout on deck. If it's warm enough, I'll run my hills. If it's too cold, I'll go inside, find a treadmill, and run very fast. Maybe half miles. Maybe quarter miles.

Friday: 7.5
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: ------
Monday: 8.4
Tuesday: 3.4
Wednesday: 3.4
Thursday: ~13.0
Friday: ------


Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: 3.4

Previous: 50.5

Year To Date: 57.3 miles.

Running Days: 10
Days off: 5



Wednesday, January 11, 2012

First Negative Splits of the New Year

I dragged the crapradoodle along the 3.4 mile out (22:30) and back (17:30) this afternoon. This is one of the few workouts where I actually get to employ the Jackson Principle (run uphill first), because we live at the top of a hill. We have to run the crest (is that a real word related to hills?) and head up the next hill over which is at least a little bit taller.

So that's part of the reason the out was so much slower. Another part was the crapradoodle living up to her name.

Another part was bumping into a friend who also had a dog on a leash (well, we use a ratchet strap, but you get the picture). So, while our dogs barked and growled and stood on their hind legs, my buddy and I stood around yelling, what? what? what's that? how you doing? what? how's the thing? great! great? great? great! what? I said, what? and the dogs kept barking and slavering, what? are . . .? no, go head, no you, no, what? beer? see you Friday. Okay, take care. So, in case any body's wondering, I have plans now for the weekend.

The run was rainy, but not as cold as 11 January could be. I am still terribly sore form Monday's Mile Repeats, and I am still trying to figure how to sneak in a two-hour run tomorrow, but that's the past and the future, those two wily moments just outside of my control.

Friday: 7.5
Saturday: 3.4
Sunday: ------
Monday: 8.4
Tuesday: 3.4
Wednesday: 3.4

Previous: 30.7

Year To Date: 37.5 miles.

Running Days: 7
Days off: 4

Tallying is the best. I get to use my abacus

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Multitasking, Disappointment, and the Future of Running

Maintenance Loop (3.4 miles) pulled along by crapradoodle (35:25). I'm sore from yesterday's run, but it was good to get and cycle some of this caffeine out of my system.

Couple quick good things: my oldest offspring needed me to pick a phone charger up from his dorm to give to my # 2 offspring (sorry about the designation, Sam -- them's the brakes). His place is only about a tenth of a mile out of my run, so I made his dorm a stop on my way. I'm not always a fan of multitasking, but when I can eliminate a drive (even a short one) or do someone a favor (even a little one), while I'm out for a run (especially a maintenance one), it makes me feel good.

Second thing: we (big offspring and I) crossed our signals, and I couldn't find him at his dorm, so I had to deal with that minor disappointment. I have to admit, when that didn't pan out, there was some kind of impulse inside of me, saying, "Screw it. Just walk home." But I finished the loop, and feel better for it.

Otherwise it was a pretty uneventful run.

I have, however, been worrying myself about Thursday's run. Tuesday and Thursdays are my teaching days this quarter. This means I get up at six and prep, teach, conference, grade until five, then pick up the littlest offspring, help around the house, and pic, up spouse at 7:30. Thursday is scheduled to be the 10-day long run. I've been worrying about fitting in a 10-mile run, especially when I should be eating dinner. It's this sort of thing, though, that runners simply have to figure out, I suppose.

Well. I'll keep you posted.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

To Run or Not to Run . . .

At some point during the day, my ankle started aching. It felt as though I had sprained it recently, but I can't think of a moment when I might have turned it or twisted it or even bumped it up against something.

So the question I faced when I got home a bit gimpy was: am I hurt or am I injured?

If I'm injured, obviously, I shouldn't run. If I'm hurt, traditionally, I push through it.

But the question branches into a number of other questions, starting with: if I am hurt, might I become injured if I run on it, or might running on it strengthen it, loosen it up? If there is any chance of injury, should I risk it to maintain, or should I wait until tomorrow to run my more intense hill workout? Am I simply looking for an excuse to take an unplanned day off? If I take an unplanned day off, what's to stop me from taking my more intense run off tomorrow? Am I an awful runner and a regrettable human being? Should I just stop running altogether and focus on my television watching?

Ultimately, I'm choosing to err (I think) on the side of caution. I'm giving myself the day off today, even though that means I've run fewer days than I've taken off so far this year, which shames me at least a little.

Additional variables that I took into consideration were these: it's dark; it's cold; there are small patches of nearly invisible ice in the world tonight; the sidewalks are uneven; drivers are awful; one dog barking on such an evening might cause me to stumble.

I guess the ultimate test of my dedication would be if we owned a treadmill -- then what would I do? But we don't, and I simply did not have time to make it to the gym tonight. So your guess is as good as mine . . .

Year to Date Tally: see yesterday's post.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

First Maintenance This Year . . .

Yesterday was an elegantly designed day off: the day after a long run is my favorite day to take off running, though I did do a strong bit of walking, particularly up and down the several flights of stairs between my office and my classes -- very exciting. Ah, classes, yes: yesterday was also a great day to take of because it was the first day of classes, which meant, basically, a 14-hour day of prepping, teaching, and post-teaching beauracracy.

Today, though, I pulled the crapradoodle around the 3.4 mile loop, mostly in the dark, always in the very cold. It was a mostly uneventful dog, except for the irish setter that chased us into the streets -- a gentle breed, true, but tie up your dogs, folks; they're scary.

Strangely enough, this little run made me very sore. I feel a little spent. I'm not sure whether it's because I ran long Monday or because I took a day off or maybe it's just this cold weather -- hopefully it goes away soon.

Meanwhile, thought I'd keep a tally for the year to the best of my ability . . . we'll see what this ability adds up to:

I'm calling Monday 8 miles
Today: 3.4.

Year To Date: 11.4 miles.
Running Days: 2
Days off: 2

Ha! Tallies are fun!

Monday, January 2, 2012

Moderation on a Long Run

Here's another three-day post to catch us all up to speed on my mid-life running adventures. I took yesterday off from running. It was a planned day off, though it really should have been my tenth-day long run. I chose, instead, to spend some time with any kid who walked away from a computer for a few minutes, to tidy up the house a bit, to cook some sauerkraut, to nap on the couch -- it was a good day to rest.

The day before, New Year's Eve, as it happened, I let the crapradoodle drag me around my 3.4 mile maintenance loop (38:04) slow, slow, slowly. I was tired from a long year. That speed was just about all I could manage, all I wanted to manage, but that's fine for a maintenance run, I suppose. One of the biggest mistakes I've made too many times is feeling a desperate need to push too hard on my maintenance runs, leaving me pooped for my more intense runs that then are unfulfilling. I consider it a success in no uncertain terms that, as I approach middle age, I'm starting to recognize my limitations.

Or maybe I'm just wimpy. I accept that possibility as well.

Today, I met a friend for a brisk walk / run. He's trying to get back into running, and I had my long run slated for today, so I ran over to his house (20:00), ran and walked with him (30:00), and ran a winding way home (55:00) -- I don't know what the mileage is, nor do I particularly care. It was nice to be out (even if the weather was the worst so far this season), and it was nice to spend some time with my friend.

There was a moment after the walk / run that I considered bailing on the rest of my own workout, thinking that I could get home in twenty minutes and have more time for my other responsibilities of the day, and this was compelling. I think I could have still felt good about myself -- on the other hand, this would have meant that my long run for this week would have been little more than a maintenance run. I put the other stuff out of my mind and ran for as long as I could (I did, after all, have to give a kid a ride).

Still, I can't help but recognize in myself my tendencies to extremes -- if I can go for a run, I want it to be an insanely difficult run. If I can't go for a run, I want to eat six pieces of cheesecake and drink too much wine. One of the greatest challenges of my running (as well as writing, sleeping, working life) has been finding and maintaining moderation.

Post Script: Thanks, Z and M, for the cheesecake last night. My half of it was delicious.

Friday, December 30, 2011

A Fine Day to Run

So how do I deal with a three-day post? Separate posts, one post in sections, many posts cross referencing each other and providing links . . .

It's a real question, and one that has been keeping me from posting at all this evening -- I think I put too much energy into the wrong stresses. I could have just posted and had much more time to worry about global warming, communism, killer bees, et al.

Probably just one post, then:

28 Dec.: I took the day off. From running at any rate. And, largely, from writing. Thing is: I did some volunteer work here and town that took about five hours longer than I thought it would, and that's that. I didn't run, though I did hold a power drill over my head for a long time, and you all know how I feel about doing work above my shoulders (well, if you don't know, now you do: I dislike it). But it felt good to lend a hand, even if I wasn't as helpful as I wanted to be.

30 Dec.: maintenance run: I dragged the crapradoodle for 3.1 miles (31:04). I felt good: I didn't think I'd get a run in today, because I spent a great deal of time with our four-year old. We played Rumikube and Chutes and Ladders and had a vanilla steamer and a heart-shaped cookie at the best coffee shop in Ohio. Then we went to the toy store to spend her Holiday money. We filled the cart, and emptied the cart and filled it again, and emptied it again. All with stuff, we agreed, she couldn't afford, but she wanted to know what her options were. Eventually, she settled on a horse in a purse and some lip gloss. She combed the horse and introduced it to her other stuffed animals, her sibbies, and mommy. She fed the horse its carrot and muzzled and saddled the horse. After being home for about two hours, she turned to me and said, "I've always wanted an animal in a bag." Clearly, today was a resounding success.

29 Dec.: okay, the rub: yesterday's run was designed to be a tempo workout. My regular tempo run is a seven mile loop, most of which follows the bike trail, such that I can run a maintenance pace with 3 miles worth of half-mile or mile intervals. I've also been wondering what the rules are about the local university track, but I've lacked the commitment it takes to contact the university. I have a 3.1 mile loop marked off such that I can run a time trial for a 5K when I'm ready, but I haven't been ready yet. I thought about each of these runs, but, ultimately, felt absolutely exhausted: it was all I could do to drag my tired ass out the door. I ran a mile and felt like poo. I ran a second mile and couldn't think of a thing I wanted more than to curl up on the side of the bike trail and nap. I thought about just finishing a short maintenance run and doing a more intense workout the next day.

Meanwhile, I noticed that the turkey buzzards were all gone, and the dozen or so remaining geese had occupied the opposite bank. I imagined an intense battle, but the truth is, the turkey buzzards probably just flew back to the trees where they live and the geese probably just migrated. Maybe we humans could learn a thing or two from the birds.

Anyway, after that second mile, I sat down next to the river. A rather bland river, by most accounts, not very big, not very swift, not much elevation change. But if anybody out there is at all like me, you'll agree that just about any river is worth sitting beside for a few hours a day for the rest of eternity. I was thinking maybe sitting there would provide some sort of running muse or general healthy inspiration, but I got nothing. I stiffened up a little bit from sitting still, but, like I say, I find limbering up exercises (not necessarily beneath me so much as) appalingly boring. Please don't judge.

I sat there for about ten minutes and watched the wintery brown water seep beneath a well-used railroad bridge and got a touch chilly. I wanted to do an intense workout, but my body just wasn't getting behind me. Nothing was really sparking. I felt guilt for leaving my kids and spouse at home to take care of the house without me. I felt like I should have been writing something, building something, or, at least, relaxing in earnest. I got up and decided to simply run home and pick up the intense run the next day.

When I got to the half-mile marker closest to my house, I thought, in no uncertain terms, "Oh, what the hell," and I ran a half mile hard . . . hard for me: (3:17). I felt good. Normally, I would want to do six half miles, but I decided to take a two-minute walk and simply try a second. I felt good again (3:17). I walked three minutes and decided on a third (3:23). Not awful, and, let's face it, I was halfway there. After a three-minute walk, I ran another half mile (3:21), three-minute walk, another half mile (3:21), three-minute walk, final half mile (3:13). In the meantime, the clouds had broken, the sun had come out for the first time all day. I'd broken a sweat. I felt better than I had all day. In a lot of ways, I got lucky to have a good run. But in a lot of other ways, I wouldn't have had that luck if I hadn't made space in my life for it.

I got home, the house was fine; the kids were fine; my spouse was fine; my crapradoodle was fine. My next big run (a long run) will be Monday -- on the ten-day loop, it should be Sunday, but Sunday has been set aside for family purposes. Today was a fine day to run.