Right. So I've sort of avoided going to the doctor this year. I sort of knew in the back of my mind if there was anything physically wrong I would get the, "Well stop running every day idiot" remarks. Seeing as I have no intention of stopping, I just decided I didn't want to hear it. Well the avoidance ended today as I stopped by for a checkup. To no one's surprise I got the hey you are killing your joints you should stop now or you will wind up looking like Don Imus. (That is a semi-accurate paraphrase, the Imus part is true.) I'm not sure what running has to do with looking like a radio show host, but apparently there is direct cause effect relationship. Needless to say the result of this was me being ticked. Yeah I know pounding my joints everyday with my immense, uh personality maybe isn't the best idea since running the Boulder Pumpkin Run, but what is the alternative? Eating my way to a diabetic stupor through pounding nacho cheese coated twinkes? I know there is a nice convenient "middle ground" that might involve cross training, taking a day off, blah blah blah not interested. At least right now. There will be a day, probably not far from now where I will take a day off, but as it has been said more eloquently by others, today is not that day.
Rest day on the plan means I run a mile, actually 1.1 in 12:24, but who is counting? I looked back on the plan and realized I missed two miles on it, but I figure I will make that up in rest days. Running. What it is. What it was. What it shall be.
Cool crisp evening. Ran 2.25 miles out in 25ish minutes, then back in 22ish minutes. Ran the 3 miles + approx. 13:30 total in pickups. 4.5 miles total in 48:14. No mp3 player just listening and looking. Ran in a rural part of town...it was nice and quiet other than the ranch dog threatening to attack on one section. Felt like I could go and go and go at the initial pace. Need new batteries for headlamp....outrunning the current ones. :)
So the Tampa rays have some new math where 9=8. (9 players on a baseball team, 8 games to win the world series after the divisional series is over.) My math is 8=3. As in my eight miler on the plan turned into three. I love the new math. 30:27.
So I'm starting this half-marathon training program, though I don't really want to. I'm not really that interested to be honest, but I guess at least it is a goal to work towards. I will be starting on week four of the nine week program. Ran 4.4 miles in 47:40. 4 miles, then four pickups. There ya go.
Didn't quite hit that 600 number. I think at this point my goal for the year is 800 miles. I will have to do 20 mile weeks for the rest of the year. Considering that some of my running will be in Kenya and an airport or two, it might be interesting.....
I needed 5.05 to make it to 600 for the year. So I headed out into the dark and fog about 11:15 last night. With the headlamp on in the fog, it looked like I had a giant yellow glowing lightsaber/club coming out of my head, right between my eyes. It was just a little distracting. 2/3 of the way into the run the light started getting dim and then went out. I was more than a little jazzed to think I had outrun my energizer batteries, but then realized they weren't totally dead, as the headlamp still worked in the funny "red light" mode. I actually felt like a runner today. Energy, feeling good, going farther than I thought. I also thought more about goals and running longer races. I'm thinking about trying a half and then a full with Michael in June. We shall see. What I mean when I say I'm thinking about it is that I told myself while running in my mentally decapacitated mode that I was definitely doing it, but I'm still being wishy washy about saying it, cus then I will actually have to do it. I made about 4.7 miles before the day ran out. It was more than one. 50 minutes.
The moonlight run. Tonight the wifey and I took a date night. It was a very romantic setting. We joing a few crazies from the local running club for their monthly moonlight run. The run was down in the Garden of the Gods, on a hilly course, and the temperature was in the thirties, but it was fun! You know as far as running goes. ;) Had a fun dinner afterwards. Oh and I mentioned to the group of strangers that the wifey had a handicap because she was carrying another person inside of her (aka Prego)...it was fun!
Back at the gym, on the nice soft cushy treadmill. 3 miles in 29:58. It gets so stinkin hot in that place, especially when there are a lot of people. Meant for it to be four, but just didn't have time. My joints are a cause for concern. My hip is painful today, and the knees have a strange burning sensation. Gonna try to up the icing frequency above 0 and see if that helps.
So I made mention of kicking out a 13.1 miler and I did. Thanks muchly to the motivation and encouragement of my wifey, without whom I think I would have stopped after Day 1. and Day 2. and Day 3. You get the idea. She suggested 13.2 to be OVER the 13.1 mark. The best I could do was 13.11. My problem was I got behind in my hydration and then at the 1:45 mark ate some sport beans without drinking enough water to accompany them. The end result of which I believe was me hugging the porcelain throne after the run was over. Fun times! I did make my goal time of 2:30 (2:29:30.) My brain function devolves during that much running and also utters things like, I'm never running again, and such things. Actually don't feel too bad the day after, thanks to the wifey helping me out with a recovery drink. The wifey=tehr0x0rbombastickewlhawtsawss. ftw.
Yeah I'm lazy. In more ways than one. For the previous days I have run one mile / day in an average of 12:00. Motivation is lagging. Desire is absent. Waddling seems like too much effort. Then I go read the latest post here. Boy I need a heavy dose of reality more often. Not that slowing down, or running less is bad, not that having some down times is the worst thing ever, but how about some perspective? Set some goals, go after it, and GET IT DONE. /endofstory.
Today seems like a good day for a 13.1 miler... :)
So I partipicipated this month in the September to Remember challenge. My previous high was 82.36 (August of '08.) My total for this month was ....83.47. Yes, I beat it. No, not by a lot. OK the point was to beat it right? Not obliterate it? A win is a win is a win? My 30 mile week which was preceded by a 25 mile week sort of got me there and did me in at the same time. Thanks for the challenge it kept me going when I didn't really want to, and helped with the goal setting for the month. We need another challenge or I'm going straight to seven miles/week (one/day.)
So this is my "extra" day of the month I forgot about. 1.1 in 13:00. Right didn't exactly obliterate the record, but yeah. Late night run and angry. Running angry is the way to go I think, it makes you think less about the running part. :)
It sounds dramatic but isn't really. So at my "gym" (a big glorified room with some machines and free weights in it) all the treadmills are up front next to the windows. The windows face west. This means in the late afternoon the sun beats in heavily. Which would be no problem if they had blinds on all the windows which they don't. It being a strangely busy day, I got stuck on one of the treadmills with blind-less windows, and thus my normally profuse sweating turned into a gusher of salty liquid spraying violently in all directions. (How is that for lovely imagery?) I ran 2.7 in 26:30 to put me over the monthly record for the challenge. Then I realized afterwards there is one more day in the month!!!