Simple Truths

The last year (coincidentally nearly a year since I posted here) has been hell on my running.  There's been classes, and moves, and Firm business, and I will tell you plainly, the last couple months I have just had a hell of a time getting out of bed in the morning to get a run in before work.

This week, I have done it twice, even when it would make me late.  I just did it anyway.  That morning run really does make things better. Ironically, the fatigue and general malaise which lead to me not running are conquered by running...

This isn't news, this isn't a surprise.  Sometimes though, you have to get reminded of that which you know.  Get up, get out, even just 20 minutes.  Go for a run.

I have some Firm business coming up that's going to keep me from running for the next couple of weeks. (For a Company that prides itself on physical fitness, they sure do get in the way of mine quite a bit.)  I need you people, very simply, when I come back to just ask, "Dan, did you run today?"  Be my little Nike-clad Jiminy Crickets.

And while I'm gone, maybe think about it for yourself.

Let's get in a run.  Help me, and I will help you.

Nothing friendlier than a good run...

Not done yet...

This blog has been quiet because I have not been running nearly enough. Between school, work, and... well, school and work mostly, I have not been out on the pavement nearly enough. Then of course there was the sinus infection, and that led to, and I kid you not, SNEEZING A RIB OUT OF JOINT. I didn't even know that was possible, but sure enough it is. In case you are wondering, it hurts like hell.

I tell you this though: I am coming back. I am down to one class until I finish my Masters, and I have now run regularly for two weeks, including one of my fastest 10Ks last Saturday. You all know though, I am not in it for speed, I just want to run.

So, not much of an update here. I don't have an event in mind for which I am training (though I should choose something). I don't know that I will have any great epiphany about running that I didn't have before. But watch this space. The Running Dan is back, Eightball often at my side, the Bonk's clown shoes clomping behind but never catching up. It's time to run again.

Who's with me?

My wife is awesome.

If you don't know, this is my wife Jennifer. Jennifer is the love of my life, and indeed is really responsible for getting me into my running in the first place when she got me to do the first Bisbee 1000 with her, and then bought me "Born to Run." She chose a goal a while ago" she was going to march in the Bataan Memorial Death March.

Each year, the original Bataan is commemorated at White Sands Missile Base, New Mexico by a marathon length (26.2 mile) march through horrid terrain. There's a couple of categories; whether you want to just go for it, or if you want to do it in the heavy category you put 35 pounds on.

That looks like this.

You then go walk through the desert: sand, hills, wildlife, temperatures from 40 in the morning to 80 by the afternoon, and this year, 40 mile an hour winds. Jennifer trained, Jennifer set out, and Jennifer succeeded. She finished in 9 1/2 hours, which actually brought her in before a large number of military males in the Light category. In short, my darling wife is frakking incredible. I am so proud of her.



She says she has no intention of doing this again, but likes the idea of these distances. Next up? We're going to split the difference, and together we are doing Warrior Dash. She's so cool!

For Better and For Worse

So, it is finished! My second marathon, the Lost Dutchman 2011 is now behind me, and as you will see below, I have my second finishers' medal! So, how did I do?

Well, better and worse. Let me tell you up front, I did about a minute slower than I did last year. I can tell you this though: I did much better this year. How can this all be true?

Last year, the weather was simply wonderful: clear, still, just perfect. Go back and read last year though, and you will see those last six miles were hell. I stopped to walk every water point, and crossed that finish line by pure will alone. I expected the same this time.

Instead, I learned how to properly fuel, and felt really good at the end. Took down one GU gel an hour, and drove on. In fact, I skipped the water point at the 20, and after 22, didn't stop at all. I hit 22 at 3:52, and was moving at a 9:30 pace. It was awesome! I slugged down my 22 mile water and drove on. At mile 23, then there's a turn...

Into a 10-15 MPH head wind. I mean, it was rough. Most people around me walked instead, I kept running. Slow but steady, I kept moving. Three miles into the wind, and the last mile in the rain. It slowed me down, and so I came in 4:42:53, a minute slower than last year, but so much stronger. I didn't have that post race starvation either, because I was properly fueled. Initially I intended to make this my last one for a while. Now though, I need to see how that weather will be next year... I can do better!

Now the sad news. The lovely Jennifer was going to come do the half-marathon this year, but the flu got her. She is still all set up to do the Bataan memorial ruck march next month though, I bet she's going to knock it out of the park!

Now, enjoy some pics! (Thanks to Action Sport Images for the two of me)

Running a Marathon is like having a baby.

You ever talk to a mother? Of course you have, but talk to one about having babies. In particular those who actually managed to have a second one. Despite the agony of the first, somehow they still manage to come around and drop another one of the little buggers. It's like the pain from the first time just becomes a fuzzy memory; they remember that it DID hurt, but don't remember what the pain was like. I have often thought this was a defense mechanism built in by God or Darwin to ensure we keep having babies.

I realize that marathons are about the same way. When I think of training for the last marathon, all I think about is how accomplished I felt, and how good it was to run. Right now, as I am training up for #2, it hurts! "It wasn't this bad last time!" screams the voice in my head.

Frankly, he's full of it. I just went back on this very blog to see how I was feeling around Christmas last year. Read this tale of woe!

Now, I remember writing that, and finding the evil Santa pic, but I don't remember the pain! I should actually be rather happy; despite the fact that I did bonk on a 13 miler a couple of weeks ago, I am feeling much better now than I describe this time last year (and to be fair, I think I was coming down with something the morning I bonked), and am even a couple weeks ahead schedule-wise of where I was, so I won't have to cut the Higdon schedule short this time. I did 15 miles last Saturday, and am looking forward to a 16 miler this Christmas Eve. God bless us, every one.

So, I am doubly glad I started this blog. Not only do I get to share my experience with you, I get to remind myself that taking charge of your body isn't always pretty.

But I can look forward to forgetting this pain too!

Not the Intended Effect

So this was supposed to be a gripey entry because my run this morning got off to a horrible start. I wanted to run in my Vibram Five Fingers this morning (quite a few people walking around here in them) and enjoy some pseudo-barefootin' on the Waikiki beach. Ran into trouble early on. Found out my particular model of Vibrams, the Sprints, do not keep out sand. They are pretty open around the top:




In fact, they sort of pull it in and rub it against your feet, so it's kind of like running with two rock polishers on your feet. So, I stop to get the sand out and return to the nice brick walkway which spans the main drag.

When your feet are sandy, sweaty, and oceany? The VFFs don't want to go back on. After about five minutes of struggling and murmuring (and getting “is he a stalker?” looks from the cute surfer girls nearby) I got them back on and went back about my business.

Down the road a ways, I pushed the button on my iPod to see how far I'd gone. I have a little gadget which attached the Nike+ sensor to the strap on my Vibrams. When, however, I had replaced my shoes, the sensor slipped too far to one side, so it wasn't reading anything. Six minutes of running, and I was reading a 10th of a mile at a 37 minute per mile pace. Even I'm not that slow.

I fought the urge to just give up and go back. This run was ruined, but well, I was in Hawaii, and enjoying the early morning weirdness all cities ooze. So I kept going, and shut off the iPod altogether. No music no mileage; just running.

It was awesome.

See, I had realized when I first really got into this running thing that my Firm had made me obsessed with speed, which was why I hated running. I am beginning to think though, that somewhere along the line, I became equally obsessed with distance. I had to record my distance and watch my little Mike graph go up on the website. It occurred to me while running this morning that I told myself, “self, let's keep going and just have a fun run.” Wait a minute; didn't I do this whole running thing BECAUSE it was fun? Shouldn't EVERY run be a fun run?

Without that little timey-whimey distance device, I was free. I stopped to look at a store, and I sprinted across intersections getting ready to change. I was again out running for the sake of running. As a side effect, I wasn't focused on how I was running, and in my Vibrams I fell into a natural barefoot stride, and felt like I could go all day. Unfortunately, I have to go shower and go to work.

I do love my Nike+, and will continue to measure time in my Nikes, but I think when it's just me and the Vibrams, it's going to be just me and the Vibrams. Even in the Nikes, I am going to need to be careful about how wrapped around the axle I get with distance. I remembered today why I want to run, and that is just to enjoy it. Thanks Nike, I will just do it.

See the Town...

I'm going to tell you a little secret; if you want to get to know a city, I mean really get to know a city, you want to run in it. Before, I have talked about how I ran the Rocky Run in Philly, and with my buddy Jim in the suburbs there. I ran in Tampa Bay out onto the causeway watching the calm water and mistaking feral cats for hungry alligators. Let me tell you about running in Vegas.

Middle of June, I was in Vegas for my Brother-in-Law's wedding, and sure enough, I packed the Nikes to see if I could get a run in. Luckily, the first night there was neither enough alcohol or Star Trek slot machine binges to keep me from getting up in the morning to see the Strip at a 10 minute mile pace at 6 AM. What a difference a few hours makes!

We all know they Strip at night; the throngs of people, the heavy smell of smoke and booze, the din emanating from the open casinos, the clacking of semi-pornographic cards vendors are run through their fingers to try to get you to take their wares in order to have the young lady featured on the card show up in your room. (I have an inkling the young lady who would show up at your room bares little resemblance to the wanton nude on the card; I never intend to find out for myself though, so if anyone can clue me in, I would appreciate it!) That's the Strip at night, a swirling Dali-esque miasma of light and sound made surreal by the inability of your senses to absorb it all into your consciousness. So what happens when the sun comes up?

There I was, six in the morning, out to see for myself. I started from the Las Vegas Hilton, running past the Sahara, and looping around between it and the Stratosphere to bring me onto Las Vegas Boulevard, and toward the center of everything. At first, it was very quiet, and I didn't see a whole lot of anyone. Pleasant really. Then, the cast began to assemble.

First, there was the college age man, looked like a jock, still stumbling under the effects of whatever inebriation he had indulged the night before. He looked angry, and kicked at things on the ground. I passed him carefully, and was probably about a hundred yards past him when I heard him exclaim at the top of his lungs, “FUCK!” A bestial cry which I can only assume involved a female of his species who was no longer in his company. The homeless (I assume) littered the sidewalks, causing me to on at least one occasion actually jump over one's sprawled legs reaching nearly to the street. Perhaps I stereotype to call on the word “junkie” but that kind of unconsciousness I think comes only at the point of a needle. I saw another homeless man, his tweed jacket threadbare, his shoes white leather and very pointy. His hat was like something Radar O'Reilly would wear on “M.A.S.H.” and under his arm? A laptop computer. His prized possession? Spoils of theft? I suppose those aren't mutually exclusive states of being.

When I got to the Venetian, I saw the gnomes. OK, that's the image that came to my head, but it was the workers who came out, cleaning the street, working on touching up the front of the hotel. They were all in blue coveralls, and probably 90% Hispanic, and I knew their jobs were to disappear before the tourists would normally appear on the streets.

I experienced another surreal moment as well. I was running south, so the sun was rising to my left as I ran. Once I made it to the main Strip however, I nearly didn't see the sun; it was instead eclipsed by the Venetian, the Wynn, etc., as I made my way down an artificial canyon of artificial places. Then suddenly, the world reversed; the light and heat of the rising sun came from right, as if the world had shifted around me, or hours had passed and the sun was now setting, that golden light one can only find in the afternoon illuminating the now cleaned sidewalk before me. Then I realized it was only a reflection of the real sun, bouncing off the Trump Hotel at least half a mile from me, but projecting as if it were our own star. In but a moment, maybe a few dozen meters later, the world reverted to rightness and I left that glare. When I blinked though, the reflected sun still showed in negative in the phosphenes in my closed eye, a temporary burn on my retina.

There was one more group out there as I ran as well; the other runners. We nodded in camaraderie as we traveled through this great and terrible landscape, almost alien in our own way moving through, yet part of the surroundings which made for Vegas in the morning. Each of us was seeing the city in a way others would not. Each of us sharing an intimate glimpse behind the curtain of Vegas' wizard.

I love seeing new places this way. As I write this I am sitting in the Atlanta airport, delayed in a trip to Norfolk, Virginia. I hope the delay doesn't stop me from getting up in the morning, the one morning I will be here this week, and getting in just a couple miles, just a quick glance behind the curtains of this city as well. I will let you know...


TIME PASSES

Well, here it is, the next day, and after one of the most hellacious travel sessions I have ever had the misfortune to endure, I finally actually arrived at Fort Monroe, just across Chesapeake Bay from Norfolk. Didn't get to bed until midnight, but I knew I would be angry with myself if I didn't get up and make the effort. So, 6AM, sure enough I was up at at it.

I am so glad I did. Beautiful run through historic buildings, and a great traffic free path along the ocean. This West Coaster saw his first sunRISE over the ocean. Saw the seagulls and had a great run. Also ran around the historic moat in the middle of the Fort and stormed the battlements. Fixed everything wrong with the day before, and set the tone for the rest of the day. I mean, look at this!








Can't wait to find out what city I get to run through next. No better way to get the feel... but if in Vegas, watch for the junkies.

Crickets...

Yeah, that's the cricket you've heard chirping here on this blog, and I do apologize. Besides being busy I did have a minor setback in my running, but am recovering now. Let me serve as a warning! Work your way up in your Vibrams! When your feet have spent 37 years being used incorrectly, they don't adapt to proper running overnight. Keep in mind your calves do a lot more work when you are running barefoot style as well. So, when you get cocky and you should only be up to doing two miles in your Vibrams, and you go for three? Last year's calf injury comes back to haunt you.

So, I took it easy for a couple of weeks, but am not out doing two minutes of running and one minute of walking intervals, for 30 to 40 minutes at a time. It lets me get my running in, without aggravating the healing process. In about a week or so, maybe two, I should be back to a normal 5k. Getting recovered before I play the Vibram card again though, and keeping it realistic.

I did get new running shoes! Nike is now making a version of the Free specifically for runners; the “Runfree.” Yes, they lured me in, but they are incredibly light and flexible, and are further transitioning me toward the minimalist run. I love them. And, they have the pocket for my Nike+ sensor.

Eightball is still out running with me, though with summer coming to the great state of Arizona we have to start early or his black coat makes him too hot. It's funny, whenever he can, he runs where my shadow falls so he can be in the shade. He loves it though, especially the come home a crash out part after.

Once the recovery kicks in, I am ready to start a new training program, one based on time rather than distance. Details as I decide on a specific plan, but thanks to Jim and Eric for the heads up.

That's all for now, hopefully I won't be a month or two before the next update. School's keeping me busy though. I also noticed I get awfully cranky when I don't run. Makes me feel at peace. See you on the trail...

Philadelphia Story

I had the great fortune to spend two weeks in Philadelphia. Wonderful city, and if you stick to the University of Pennsylvania and City Center areas, a runner's paradise. Early on I went looking, and started running the trail which follows the Schuylkill River (I am told that's pronounced “SHOO-kull). This path runs along a row of historic buildings and statues, past the UPenn “boat house” where their crew teams practice, next to the Museum of Natural History, and gives a great view of the skyline. It's safe because at any given moment you are sharing the trail with dozens of walkers, runners, and cyclists, in this weird little ballet of getting in your workout without killing each other. Somehow, it all flows together, and everyone gets where they're going! It was very much like running on the island that the Wii Fit puts you on- very busy with varied terrain. Every run out there was gorgeous.



I also fulfilled a long held desire- I did the Rocky run! All through the city, and right up the Benjamin Franklin Parkway to take the steps (twice, because who knew when I would be back) and had my picture taken in front of the Rocky statue.

It was weird, because it felt like a culminating event. Like I was at the end of my own montage of training which played through my head for the whole run. I feel like it's time for a new chapter in my running, and I am as curious as anyone to see what that will be!




I also learned what it's like to bond through running. I have mentioned my buddy Jim here (and I hope he doesn't mind if I post his picture). He's been a runner for a long time, and I scoffed about it to myself quite a bit. To myself, because though I have known Jim for over a decade, we'd never met. We started reading each other's G.I. Joe stories on some long dead fansite, and he sent me an email. We got to talking, and just never quite stopped doing it. Since then we've gifted each other's kids, and he gets the yearly “State of the Fosters” Christmas card, while we get the yearly “Jim's family's getting their tree” card. However, we never met face to face, or even talked on the phone.



Jim, it turns out, lives right outside Philly. So, we made the time and I took a train out to a beautiful suburb and for the first time we met. And do you know what we did? We ran together. Now, I slowed him down something awful, and he kicked my ass most of our run, but we did a little over four and a half miles while I weezed through wonderful geek talk about Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, and of course, G.I. Joe. Then we had a great cheesesteak, and I kept his wonderful family (and delightfully tolerant wife Bridget!) up late swapping stories. Great people and a great time. See, I will admit now, I was a little nervous. People can be different than they are in email and that goes for me too!

(Ask my Uncle Lou, oy vey what a story...)







What if they thought I was a jerk in person? We had that run though, and through it, we were talking like the old friends we really were. Can't wait to get him out Arizona way to do some coyote dodging runs!

So, Philly has been great. New runs, new friends, new chapters in the life of the Running Dan.
Now, I need to go get some new shoes. My faithful Nikes are about to give up the ghost. I will keep you posted...

Gonna fly now!

So Dan, how's the running going?

Oh, I hear it in your voice- “I bet Dan's all done with running now that he did that marathon. The dream is over, the goal is reached, he's kicked back on the couch eating Cheetos...”

No.

Actually, the running is going great. I did take about a week and a half to slow down and recover, but then, and believe me I am surprised as well, I was right back out there. Still doing about twenty miles a week actually, though I am a lot more laid back about it. Which is great.

I've run in Vibrams: Here's the first report- did you know sidewalk is harder than pavement? Did about a mile in the Vibrams with Eightball, and was sore for days! Felt like I had worked my calves hard at the gym, and the feet felt a lot of impact. However, later on (and more on that story soon) I ran on an asphalt path in them, and nowhere near the impact pain. Now I know why runners will run on the shoulder instead of the sidewalk. I suppose it's simple density. So you know; if I referred to Vibrams as a transitional shoe before, I WAS WRONG! They are barefoot running with slightly less stickers. Keep that in mind. If you are working towards proper mid-foot strike or even barefoot running, get used to your Nike Frees first, and do some field barefoot running first. Then, look for asphalt!

I've run with the dog: Doing a lot more running with Eightball, which is a lot of fun. It helps him calm down during the day as well, which is good for Jen, but it's neat to watch him trot along as well. He's even learned he can only poop on dirt and not on the path.

I've run with Jennifer: I am VERY excited to report that Jennifer, who was an avid walker and step aerobic adherent, has decided to try out a little running herself. New Nike Frees and away she goes. This last week, we went out together and it's perfect- I run in my Vibrams. So, as she's learning to run, I am too because when I am barefoot, we're at about the same level. We do a good run-walk. I hope she enjoyed it as much as I did, and I am looking forward to more in the future.

So, true believers, there you have it. I am not off the path yet, and indeed still really enjoying it. Looking at a 10K at the end of this month, trying to find a half marathon later this year, and probably gonna try the Lost Dutchman again next year. If you've been thinking about running more, do it. Remember:

-The first step is the hardest.
-Run at your own pace and distance.
-If you're not enjoying it, you're doing it wrong.
-Run for no one but yourself.

Hopefully you will hear from me again soon, and we'll see what other shenanigans running has delivered unto me!