Primal urges in Week 10.

The prey is fast, but only in short bursts. The primitive man runs along behind the gazelle, following relentlessly, knowing he only has to hold out. The gazelle is away from its herd; it can't circle back, and makes the mistake of continuing to sprint away from the man, then stop to see if he follows.

He does.

He is not alone though. There is also the wolf- the one who had crept quietly into the light of the fire one night, hungry and drawn by the smell of cooking meat. It stayed with the man and his family, and would now help the man when he hunted- driving the prey forward as the man kept his pace. The wolf did not understand how the man did it, but if he just ran alongside they would eat. The wolf began to creep ahead, increasing its pace.

The growl from the man held it back. The wolf stayed with him. Again the gazelle stopped, looking to see if the pursuing pair were gone.

Inexorably, step after step, they continued.

They just had to run far enough. The gazelle would eventually tire. Yes- the gazelle was faster than both of them at a dead run, but over a distance? Over a distance the man and wolf would run the gazelle to death.

Just a few more miles...

Yeah. I admit it. That was the fantasy running through my head this week when I would run with my dog Eightball. He's not on the huge runs with me yet, but we're doing about three miles together now, and he seems to really love it. He's not always as disciplined a running partner as I would like...! He is learning though.

Now, the scenario above may not be fantasy at all. Professor Daniel Lieberman proposes that running is what keyed human evolution, and it was the primary advantage for we land primates to catch protein when we hadn't yet created the spear. OK- the wolf part may be fantasy, but it's my head, right? I just find it a fascinating idea that the human machine really was built for running, and that there may be a very specific reason our marathons are around 26 miles (the average distance at which a gazelle or similar bovidae would become too weak to escape and fall).

So how did we cavemen do this week? Good actually! You may recall I was worried about an injury last week in my shin. I really toyed with taking the week off, but dagnabbit, I really wanted to run! So I did add one extra day, so instead of my mid week runs being T/W/T, I started Wednesday. Did a nice easy one on Wednesday to test the waters, and then seven miles New Years Eve. On New Years Day, I ran with the dog AND the Boy (during which he learned several months of computer games and a desk job are not good for your run), but then held out for Sunday for the next big one. Started out about eight in the morning Sunday (Eightball stayed with the lovely Jennifer) and did 15 miles.

Yes, it hurt. Not injury hurt though- didn't feel that at all (though pressing the gas pedal tries to tweak it- looks like I will be picking a speed and holding it!). Instead, it was the heartily earned aches that go with a good run. Did 15 miles, and it was a good run. Next day, still feel that I worked them, but I'm not hobbled at all.

Makes Kor want to look for those Gazelles...

Week one down, and thank you Fatboy Slim.

Well folks, here I am, not even 30 minutes after the end of week one of my Marathon Training... And I think I am still in the game.

I adopted the Hal Higdon Novice training schedule which I thought fit my general level of running fitness based on my recovery. I have been regularly running between 10 and 12 miles a week, and this one starts you off at 15, so not that high a jump, and seemed a challenging progressing without teetering over into crippling stupidity. Several friends (including my good friend Jim- Shout out to my Brothers!) recommended schedule based on running time instead of distance to allow for flexibility in running; i.e. run 30 minutes rather than 3 miles so I can run whatever path my run takes me. Call it being too brainwashed by my firm, but I like a measured schedule. I think I am just used to running my distance so I am sticking with that for now until I do get bored with my trails.

That being said, I did exceed what's on my schedule for week one. Sierra Vista had a cold front come in this week. Tuesday's three miles was no big issue, but it was mighty cold Wednesday morning. I ran my three, but ended up having to be outside longer for a firm-related bit of administration, so to keep warm I ran another two miles. Keep in mind the psychological shift this signifies for me. I ran to increase my comfort level. Weird. Thursday was even colder, so I cheated- got up early, threw on clothes, and before I'd even gotten outside or woken up started running. Thirty-two degrees out, I didn't spend a second in it walking. Ran out the door, ran in the door. But did it!

Friday as you see is rest, and this morning was the week's long run. I did my six, but only parts of it felt as relaxed as I had on the five I did a week ago. The path I ran had a steady uphill for the last two miles, and it was telling on me. Pushed through though, but I realize I need to work more on relaxing my form.

Learning all kinds of stuff from the McDougall book "Born to Run" (which is not, as I initially thought, about Bruce Springsteen). The chapters on hominid running being responsible for us evolving into an intelligent species makes so much sense- if it's junk science, then it's hot rod junk science. The chapter where a Westerner learns to hunt antelope on foot from the Kalihari Bushmen was riveting. As a long time science fiction fan, I have long been of the mind realizing something is possible can make it happen- in other words, young man watches "Star Trek" as a kid, grows up and invents the cell phone (no, seriously), or the iPod (no really, it's in a documentary called "How William Shatner Changed the World" hosted by... well, William Shatner of course). Seeing there are people in the world who can run down an antelope not by speed, but by endurance (they rarely go faster than a 10 minute mile) has opened up my head to amazing possibilities. Our bodies ARE designed to do this, but like a car that we don't drive properly, or don't do maintenance on, they are not performing like they can or should. Maybe that's the Apple in the Garden; sitting and eating instead of going and catching. We've been on the road to damnation ever since.

So there I am, tired but good tired, feeling really positive and looking forward to week two (after my rest days!). Oh- and a quick thanks to Fatboy Slim. As I was dragging myself uphill those last two miles, my iPod switched over to "Funk Soul Brother," which happens to have a beat exactly at my most comfortable steady run pace. I was able to "Right About Now, Check it out now" right up that hill. Word. Maybe next week I'll play "Weapon of Choice" and pretend to be Christopher Walken.