Showing posts with label crapradoodle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crapradoodle. 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.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Home to PA


Thursday: Dragged crapradoodle on the 3.4 mile loop. Didn't write down the time. Some day historians may speculate. For now, we'll just be proud that I ran.

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Friday: Off.

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Saturday: Ran with my spouse on the bike trail. She went out to work on some of her derby skills on the bike trail, which meant I could mostly keep pace with her. When she practiced falling down, I worked in a few wind sprints. She went very fast for the final ten minutes and became a little speck clear out there on the horizon.

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Sunday: Drove to PA to do some research for a project on some local history: this means lots of library backrooms and basements: yippee!

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Monday: Ran one of my old high school runs, a little over two miles out the road past my folks' house. Wish I'd kept a journal back then -- I'd love to break out a floppy disc from 1994, and see what I was thinking back then. Also, I'd like to know my times.

Oh, well, better luck in the future, future me. Today, 22:00 out, 18:30 back. In a heavy rain, I felt like it was a fine time.

Pennsylvania reminds me quickly, by the way how relatively flat the rest of my life is. I remember writing once that everything in Northwestern PA is either on the way up a hill or on the way down. 

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Tuesday: Speaking of which, I ran an oil access road half a mile (4:20) from my folks' house -- another run I used to crank out in high school. From the bottom of the hill, from the road to the first moment when I was no longer ascending took 13:01 -- at a pretty fair clip -- then I slid down the other side of the hill to a small creek and ran along the bed out to the highway. It's one of my favorite, most adventuresome runs, though I always imagine the deer shaking their heads, thinking what a moron -- hasn't he ever heard of a treadmill?*

* Dear deer, mind your own business.

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

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.

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.

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.