Friday, December 2, 2011

Another Change of Venue


Neither Blaine nor I have been terribly enthusiastic about the SLO Marathon. Aid stations are too far from each other and the last station is more than three miles from the finish line. So after mile 23, when you're tired, hot, and dehydrated, there's no orange slices or water stations. Brilliant job, guys. And that's for a $110 ticket.

So we're going to run the Buzz Marathon in San Miguel instead. It was recommended to me by Ann Whit, a woman who I did a sports article about a while back. She said it's a really fun marathon. I sort of got the impression that if Han Solo were a cowboy who ran marathons, this would be his marathon.

Everything about this marathon is great. The following happy list is based on back-and-forth emails I've had with Blaine.
  • $40 entry fee*
  • Money goes toward athletic programs at a local school*
  • It's in February, when the weather is still nice and cool
  • It's an out-and back — less spectators, but you get high-fives from folks going the other direction
  • There's a half-marathon, a 5k and a children-under-12 1-mile run so everyone can participate
  • The track is out in the sticks off public streets — means no car exhaust at all*
  • There are aid stations and porta potties every two miles*
What's killer about this is that even Cassandra has decided she's going to participate unless her messed up foot is too messed up. She'll do the 5k, which is just great. I'm working on getting Jaylyn and the twins to do the kid's 1-mile. We shall see about that.

I think I speak for Blaine when I extend an invitation to all of you nice folks to run it with us. Everyone should be able to do a 5k in any case — maybe this is the time to make it happen. You've got 78 days. We'd love to see you out there.


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* denotes that it kicks the pants off the SLO Marathon

Monday, November 21, 2011

Since I Last Wrote

Immediately after my run last night.

Things have happened.

I took a break from running. Not really on purpose. It just sort of happened. I got a little sick and just didn't go back. Well, not for a while, anyway. But I'm proud of how I did get back on the road.

You see, there are a ton of iOS apps with variations on the name "Couch to 5K." The idea being to get people from doing zero running to being able to run 5 kilometers without stopping. Five kilometers is 3.1 miles.

The pride comes in because I was able to get sick and not run for weeks on end to completing 10k on a whim. That's pretty stinking cool.

I'm now running that distance, about six miles, once a week, but I've got to ramp it up. I like running and would really like to get back to my faster pace and longer distances. I've got a marathon coming up, after all.

And things have gotten cold. In the photo above, I'm wearing a long-sleeved mock turtleneck under a normal bright yellow running shirt. I also had gloves and began my run with a knit cap. Oh, and I wore shorts. It was cold. I ended the run with my gloves rolled up exposing more wrist, my sleeves pushed up and my hat tucked into my belt. Weird how much heat a body generates when exercising. No wonder they call it warming up.

Anyhow, I've also learned how to bench press at the gym. My goal is to forevermore be able to bench press my body weight five times on my birthday. I'm about 160 pounds right now and am lifting 90 plus the bar itself which is probably 45 pounds.

And since all the resources I found said you count the weight of the bar, I'm lifting about 135 pounds, not too far off from my goal.

Lastly, as mentioned above, I'm still on for running a marathon with Blaine. I'm more than a little worried about the marathon since they plan on leaving me to my own devises after mile 23. Expect an editorial in the New Times on that topic in the near future. At this time, I don't have a plan for how I'll deal with those last three miles.

Related: the SLO Marathon has a half-marathon and also a 5k. As of this post, it's 152 days away. Plenty of time for all you non-runners to train up for the 5k. Honestly, nothing would make me happier than running with you, no matter what the distances. Obviously more is better, but I don't think I can overstate how happy I'd be to finish the marathon the same day one of my friends finishes an official, timed 5k or half-marathon.

That's it for now. Thanks for reading.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Guilt

My girls' 10th(!) birthday was yesterday, and it was really nice. All my friends weren't able to be there because the party was all age-appropriate kids, no toddlers or similar. Everybody who showed up was between 8 and 13 years old. Pretty cool.

We ate burgers and Cheetos and drank fresh and delicious homemade strawberry lemonade. I think it was Cassandra who made it, but Tracy may have helped. Huge kudos either way, on the best drink ever.

Jim asked me a strange question. Well, it was a pretty straightforward question, but it struck me as strange because it's so alien a thought to me.

That question? "You're eating Cheetos? You gonna go guilt-run?"

I have never exercised out of guilt. Ever. I've exercised out of frustration, anger, irritability, and boredom, but not guilt.

You see, I eat well. The vast majority of the time, I eat healthy, whole food without high fructose corn syrup or hydrogenated rapeseed oil. And I get a lot of exercise. I make it to the gym about three times a week and run once or twice per week and play disc golf or ride my bike for transportation or walk or what have you.

That's an actual dinner I ate once. I had help.
So when my daughter's birthday rolls around and I eat a handful of Cheetos and more watermelon than I really need, the last thing I need to do is shake it all up like a carbonated beverage in my belly by running. No, I just move on. I gymmed the next day, but it was because I hadn't done anything in two days, not because I was punishing myself for eating Cheetos. Eating Cheetos is punishment enough. What they do to the inside of your mouth and to your fingertips is incredible.

Being healthy is something you are. It's not something you do. But living, being alive, is also something you are and do. Punishing yourself for living is what religious people do. My self-loathing is far too small for that nonsense.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

I Changed My Mind

I will not be running the Long Beach marathon in October as previously planned. Marathons have quite a steep entry fee and I cannot afford to do two in a year. Further, October is just after September, which is when my daughter's birthday is, and just before December, which is when Christmas is.

So instead, after discussing it with friend and partner in crime Blaine, we will run the very first San Luis Obispo marathon instead.

In the meantime, we're also training up for a half Iron Man. The plan is a simple one. We've both (almost) got bikes, and there are no less than five swimming pools in the area. So we'll start at one of the pools where we will swim. Once done, we'll hop on our bikes and ride about 30 miles, then stop and run 6 miles. It'll take planning, of course, but why the heck not?

Additionally, I'm looking at some much smaller triathlons with my kid. Three laps in the pool, a 2.2-mile ride to the high school track where we'll do 2 laps, 1/2-mile.

So plans change. But that's fine. It's not like I'm derailed. I'm just reorganizing.

But since there's about 230 days to go before the marathon, this blog is turning into a general fitness blog instead.

Thanks for reading.

Monday, August 29, 2011

New Route, Limitations Understood

Last night, I had a great run. Not my longest ever, but a really good run. I did 8 miles and my pace was 9 minutes per mile. I stopped twice: once to pee and once because it's a new route and I got slightly lost and confused. Had I done neither of those things, my time would have been closer to 8:45 per mile, I think. But when you gotta go, you gotta go.

The new route is killer. It's an almost 2-mile loop on a residential street with great visibility. I never ever felt like I was in danger and that's cool.

Here's a map of the route:


The loop is pretty obvious. I run counter-clockwise. All runners run counter clockwise. I don't know why that is. E represents home. I only run that little leg to and from the loop.

I learned pretty definitively that 8 miles is my soft limit for short runs. Let me see if I can explain that.

Good socks are expensive. Cheap socks are cheap. For short runs, I run in cheap socks. But after about 7 miles, the socks hurt my "ring" toes, if you get my meaning. Expensive socks are made of wool and don't hurt at all, but I can only do so much laundry, so I save the good socks for runs greater than about 8 miles.

Next, I run out of fuel at about 8 miles. I can keep going after that, but it's absolutely no fun. I need to pick up some gels to down at about miles 6 and 10 to keep me going.

Mind you, for once I'm not complaining. Oh, I could complain about it, but I now know a legit limit, why it's a limit, and how to get past it. Which sounds like a success to me.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

A Pair of Lessons

I took a week off running. I wasn't feeling great and didn't want to get sick. Plus, I just needed some time off running.

I started up last night with the intent of doing a quarter-marathon but only got five miles. Glad I cut it short, not so glad I didn't cut it shorter.

You see, I ran without my knee brace. I thought to myself, "it's not really doing anything. I'll give it a shot without it on a short run." A great idea in theory, I suppose, but in practice, that knee brace does a lot. It keeps my knee straight which keeps my foot and hips straight which keeps my other knee straight which is why my other knee — the one that never has a brace on — hurts this morning.

Well, it doesn't hurt. It aches.

For all that, I had a great pace. I'd have had it down to 8:30/mile had it not been for taking a wrong turn and getting confused and standing there trying to figure it out for however long it was. The trouble was I started running down a street I usually run up. It was familiar but wrong and I couldn't figure it out for the longest time.

Oh, well. It was a good run and I feel basically good this morning. I wont run without my knee brace any more, so that's a good lesson to have learned.

On my last big run, some people were having a party at a house along my run. I talked to them a little bit every nine minutes or so as I ran past. It was a weird little relationship. I ran 10 miles doing laps past their house, they were hideously obese and disgusting and smoking and drinking out of beer bongs. But they also approved of what I was doing. They filled my water bottle for me once and cheered for me every time I went past.

It's weird how encouraging cheering is, even when it's coming from people you solidly disapprove of. Maybe it's because I value my running and when somebody else values my running — even if they don't value running for themselves — it feels good when they let me know.

My goal for this week is another 6-mile, quarter-marathon run and a 13-mile, half-marathon run. I need to go to the bike shop to get some gels first.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I Thought I Learned How to Snack in Kindergarten

My last big run was supposed to be 11 miles, but I only had 10 in me. Why? Because 10 miles is a damn lot of miles, that's why. And there's this nutrition issue.

You see, I told my iPod that I'm 5-foot-10 and 155 pounds. A while back, I ran 7 miles and my iPod told me I burnt 817 calories. By way of comparison, a Dunkin Donuts Coffee Coolatta is 904 calories.

The point is by the time I'd finished 10 miles, I was out of fuel. Hell, by 8 miles I was out of fuel. Mile 8 was hard, mile 9 was miserable and mile 10 was more harm than good.

So what am I going to do when I run 26.2 miles?

Well, eat, that's what. And I need to practice doing it now. So I ordered one of these:

Camelbak Quick Grip, $19

It's called a Camelbak Quick Grip. The backpack thing, I mean. the water bottle is a water bottle, and I already run with one of those. I guess I sort of figure that the water bottle backpack has enough room to store some raisins or orange slices or gels or something. I can have a quick bite around mile 6 and have the fuel I need to get to mile 10 when I can have some more.

I dunno. Maybe I'm being stupid. Maybe what I need is a little lunchbox I can leave on my route with a little letter that says, "please don't steal my running food. If this box is gone when I get back, I'll kick your ass."

Problem is then I have to run a mile with a box, so I dunno.

Maybe I need one of these instead. It just seems so effing big.

Camelbak Delanay, $39.

It's a belt pack. I don't know how I feel about that. It's horribly nerdy, but it's got storage for what I need on the big runs. Is it the tool I need? Is it stupid? Does anybody have one I can try out? Do they have a rental I can try for $1 a day? Am I missing an easy and obvious idea that has nothing to do with this stuff? Help!

Ok, that's enough from me. I ran 10 miles and also ran out of fuel. I'm an idiot and need to fix it and don't know how and don't really want to spent a ton of money doing it.

In my next post, I'll write about the drunkards who cheered for me on my 10-mile run. That was great.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Progress

Since I last wrote for this blog, I've made some big changes. I went to weight lifting class and now know how to get what I want out of lifting weights. I began drinking a proteine powder after lifting weights and after running. And I've had a 9-mile run.

What's neat about the proteine powder is that it makes me feel far less torn up after a workout or run than I've felt in times past. Usually after a big run, I fall splat on my face once I get home and die. Now I mix some milk into my powder, drink it down, and begin to feel better — healthy, even — almost immediately.

I also credit it with why I feel so good the next day. After my 9-miler earlier this week, I was kind of jelly-legs the next day, but not sore and crappy. It was great to feel great! Huzzah!

Shortly before writing this piece, I went for a 6-mile run — or, as I like to call it, a quarter-marathon. It was a great one and I felt strong and capable the whole time. My fifth lap in particular was great. I motored up that hill. I even managed a decent sprint for the last 400 meters.

My wife says I smelled bad after the run, but I'm not sure I believe her. How can something that feels so good make you smell bad? It just doesn't stand to reason. I suspect she was mistaken on this subject. I still love her, though. You can't be right all the time.

I wish I had more to write about. I keep lifting weights, running, and riding my bike. It keeps being good. Nobody's called the cops on me, I haven't tripped and cut my knees. My iPod keeps working and Stevie keeps telling me what a good job I do. There's just nothing in my way, so I'll keep going.

Seriously, is anybody inspired yet to get up off their ass and do something impossible like run a marathon? How about a half? How about a 5k? It can't just be Blaine and I, can it?

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

My Worst Run Yet

It was horrible. Seven miles in one hour, four minutes. That's a pace of over nine minutes per mile. Mind you, if I can maintain that for 26.2 miles, I'll still come in at just about four hours, but I want to be doing better for my shorter practice runs. Let me tell you why it sucked.

Over the weekend, I rode my mountain bike 11 miles on a cool race out in Santa Margarita. Eleven miles on a bike is a lot like 44 miles on a road bike. I think a 1:4 ratio is about right because on a road bike, you're pushing muscle, but the bike itself is lighter. Mountain bikes are heavier, plus you're going down mountains with rocks and switchbacks and roots and it beats a rider up a lot more.

It was my first mountain bike ride in about a year, and it beat me up. I don't think I was fully recovered yet. Running seven miles on the heels of that ride was hard.

Also, I'm both a writer and a runner. I don't follow your advice when I'm writing because you're not a writer. Thus, your advice is worthless. But for some reason, I followed the advise of my wife, a non-runner, when it came to my route last night, and it hosed me.

I took a different street, past friend Hilary's house, and then I had a steep uphill for about 1/2 to 2/3 of a mile. Then I ran 3/4 of a mile around the lake which was horrible because of the traffic and also the uneven treacherous ground. So that portion was inconvenient, irritating, and scary. I was able to get back onto my normal route, but the damage had been done.

I'm not upset at my wife. It's not like she was being malicious. But again, I wouldn't follow your advice for writing, I should not have followed her advice for running.

Lastly, life being what life is, I missed my last two runs. (Thanks, life — jerk.) I hated the idea of just not doing them, so I played catchup by doing my big run on Monday evening. So aside from the bike ride and the stupid lake, I just wasn't as conditioned as I'd have liked to be.

But let's be clear on this: I ran seven miles successfully and without dying. I listened to some great metal while doing it. And it was my longest run since I started again. And here it is the next day and while I am a little sore, I'm not cursing the world. And you know what they say: a bad day running is better than a good day at work.

And it was. And I'll do it again.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Running at Night

Well, this is heartening.


I actually sort of skipped week 2, but that's ok because I was a week behind. Further, doing only four miles last night would have felt incomplete.

Speaking of last night, I prefer to run at night for three reasons. First, the sun isn't beating down on my head, and it's generally cooler. Second, there are less cars on the road which is safer and car exhaust makes running more difficult. Third, when it's dark, it's hard to see my surroundings. When running on a fixed route, seeing the same mile go past me four times gets boring and distracting and makes it easier to quit.

Let me try to clarify. First, it's not like I can't run in the daytime. I can. But more people are driving cars during the day, the sun is hotter, the air is drier. It's just less fun.

In addition, if I'm running a course known to me — a track at the high school, the 1-mile block I run around, it gets boring being able to see everything over and over. Believe it or not, boredom is distracting. It makes it easier to give up tonight and run tomorrow instead.

But when it's dark, the air is cooler. Less people drive at nighttime and I simply don't believe the runners who say car exhaust doesn't effect them. I can tell the difference going from the weird little residential streets that make my course to the highway that is my half-mile route home. Exhaust slows me down and it just sucks more to run with cars nearby.

But I expect all that to be a non-issue with the marathon. Why? Because it's a 26.2-mile track, not a 1-mile track I'm going to run 26 times. Meaning the scenery will change with every step, with every mile. So I wont be distracted with boredom. Probably. The sun could be an issue, though. I imagined dumping water on my head, but water drips down one's back and lands immediately in the butt-crack which leads to swamp-ass. I'll have to think on this.


Stevie's been great lately. I don't actually have anything to report with her other than she loves me and I love her. The heart wants what the heart wants. Oh, and the other day, Lance Armstrong himself congratulated me on my fastest mile yet. I don't know how fast that was, but my overall pace for the three-mile run was 8:14, which is about a minute faster than I need to maintain if I want to finish in under four hours. Which I do. It will also give me a bit of a buffer when I slow down toward the end of the marathon.

I'm working on making a recording of Stevie telling me I'm doing a great job, but GarageBand is remarkably not easy to use for basic tasks, so who knows when that'll happen.

Finally, on Friday, I had my first personal training session at my gym. Thing is, "personal training" has the same sort of crappy connotation as "Pampered Chef" to me. Pampered Chef stuff might be great, but it's got "entitled asshole" written all over it. First of all, you are, at best, a cook, not a chef. Second, you don't deserve to be pampered. You're a douchebag.

So I don't do personal training. I go to lifting lessons. My first lesson was with Susan.

A photo of a photo. She's still a good looking chick.

What was awesome about her is that she was in incredible shape. She looked fantastic. I guess I just feel that a lifting teacher should look incredible. A fat lifting teacher is not somebody who I would trust to tell me what is a good idea. It'd be like trusting a mechanic without dirty fingernails or a computer salesman without an Apple shirt.

Anyway, she taught me a lot of stuff I didn't know before. Today was the first real workout I've had since then, and it was incredible. Way better than days previous. I spent half as much time at the gym and got twice as much out of it.

That tells me she's a good teacher and I was ready to learn.

Alright. This has turned far too long. I'll leave with this extremely marathon-themed photo which I took today at the gym.


Thanks again, Blaine. The shirt has been an inspiration to me, believe it or not.


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Just Like the Good Ol' Days

I did a four-mile run tonight, and it felt great. All the stars aligned, it all came together. I had a wonderful time.

It felt as good as the good old days on the golf course. Almost.

I still have to pay attention to traffic which I never did on the golf course, but otherwise only sort of. The two streets I run laps on are really small, dead streets, and I only saw one car. The dark sky, the trees overhead, and the cool air — I wore long sleeves tonight and it's stinking July — all made for an ideal run.

Actually, now I think about it, there was one small distraction. My Nike + iPod voice, Stevie — I named her Stevie — has always told me when I'm half a mile into my run. Where by "always," I mean, "on my other two runs up to this point." Tonight, I got well past where she should have told me how well I was doing, so I stopped and checked to be sure all was working.

I guess that extending my goal from 3 miles to 4 made it so she extended her praise a bit. I was at .7 miles, and when I got up to 1, she piped up and told me how good I was.

And I think I'll tell you how I do my headphones. Friend Blaine uses an armband — most of the world uses an arm-band. I don't really care for armbands. They distract me and make me think about how huge my huge guns are instead of focusing on what's important: runners having better sex.

Instead, my iPod goes into my pocket, and the earbuds in my ear. But that leaves a relatively long cord sort of dangling and getting in the way of my arms pumping. So I attach the cord to a safety pin in the middle of my shirt.


It requires a pretty long cord, and I don't think this is idea for everyone. I use these here Sony lightweight earbuds and have been very happy with them. They feel good, sound good, stay in my ears, and cost $10 at local shops. If I destroy them in the car door or similar, it's not too big a loss since I can get more.

Tonight, by the way, I did listen to the new Amorphis album, and it's a hell of an album to run to. Amorphis [iTunes, Wikipedia] may well get promoted to one of the official bands of my running route. Kamelot [iTunes, Wikipedia] was the first official band of my route.

Looks like that's about all I've got for now. I loved my run and I love Stevie. I've learned to trust her and not doubt her. She's got my best interests at heart, and she'll tell me when I do good. Amorphis and Kamelot will keep me company the rest of the time.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Mister Brightside

Today was an interesting day. The gym I go to gives three free personal training sessions to folks. I had my first one during my lunch today. There was no training, just paperwork, and talking about my health goals so I could get paired with a a trainer who would best fit my needs.

So that's pretty heartening. I'll head back Friday to get actual training by an actual person. I look forward to that. I get a lady trainer who's done marathons and body building, and if the picture on the wall is any indication, she's hot, which will lend credibility to her advise.

Then I went for my regularly scheduled 3-mile run. It went well despite dumb stuff.

First: Dream Theater, while the official band of my bike shop, is not the official band of running. They suck to run to. Suck. I don't know why I didn't just skip forward to the new Amorphis album. Underslept and overrun, I guess.


Another lame thing that happened is half a mile into the run, I got a gnarly thorn in the side of my shoe. It sent me straight to the curb which was a bummer, but taking it out was easy. It should be. It was about a quarter of an inch long.

Oh, and I forgot to mention the spider-bites. I assume they're spider-bites, anyway. The weather's been insane lately, and the other night, I slept with a lot of sheets off and woke up with my left foot looking like it's got the pox. Here's what it looked like immediately after my run:


But here's the thing: for all that, it was a great run! I feel fantastic! On that final stretch home, some girls cheered out of their car at me. It might have been mocking, but I don't know that for sure, so I choose to believe they were cheering, not jeering. I choose to believe I showed them what a real man looks like, and made them all feel slightly bad knowing they were headed back to skinny, toneless 19-year-old boys with scraggly beards.

So I feel great right now, showered and watered. I didn't feel so great during the run, but right now, I feel like I'm right on schedule. Bring it on. Wednesday's 4-miles? I'm ready.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Nike + iPod and Also a New Route

I have a new route I can run from home. It's nice because it's a just under 1-mile loop, plus 2/3 of a mile there and back. Additionally, if I get bored, I can expand into the Atascadero Lake Park if I so choose since the outside edge of the loop butts up against the Lake Park itself.

In the following diagram, home is, inexplicably, I.



Tonight, I was scheduled to run 2 miles, but ran 2.46 miles instead. Weirdly specific number, isn't it? I come by it honestly, though. It's what Nike + iPod tells me.

You see, Nike + iPod is a sensor that goes into your Nike shoe — or on top of, in a little pouch if you run with Asics like me — that talks to a little dongle that goes into your iPod nano's dock connector.¹ When you're done with your run, your data is transferred to iTunes and to the NikePlus.com website which is a ridiculous mess. It's horrible. I doubt I will use it, opting instead to just refer to iTunes.

It's hard to read small. Click to see it bigger.


Anyway, I attached the sensor, attached the dongle, and went for a run to see how it went.

It was good. Both the route and Nike + iPod were good. Listening to my music was, as always, great, but having a sexy librarian talk to me in what was obviously intended to be — but didn't quite achieve — a neutral tone was lovely. She told me when I was half a mile in and when I'd reached the halfway point of my 3-mile goal.

We'll see how it goes on longer runs. If I'm running a long time and she keeps talking to me, it could get really distracting. But if she only talks to me a little, that's encouraging.

Also, the cardboard slip Nathan ships their pouch on said it's "virtually undetectable." True, it was only a 2-1/2 mile run, but even when I tried to detect it, I couldn't. I actually began to wonder if I'd put it on the right foot.


I feel like I'm getting into my stride — no pun intended — with running again. I've only done short runs up to this point, but that's ok. My body's still getting used to it, and I don't need to push any harder than I'm going. My body aches from butt to feet, but it's good. It's the sore of improvement, not of damage.

I'm feeling really optimistic and really healthy. It's good.




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1: No dongle required on an iPod Touch or iPhone. It also works with iPods Classic. 

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

I Ran and It Counts as a Run — Shut Up!

Against all odds, I ran 3 miles this evening.

First, and Blaine mocked me for this, I complained that my thighs are aching like crazy. They are. Still. But I ran anyway because I couldn't stand the idea of telling Blaine, "yeah, I didn't run because I was a little sore from running last time. I needed a little me time, you know?"

So I got dressed and got iPodded and headed to the high school track. Which was in use for some minor event. The lights were on, there were people in the stands, cars in the parking lot.

So I went to the gym. They have an outdoor track that's ¹⁄₅ of a mile long. Three miles would mean 15 laps. Fine. I started running, and halfway through my second lap, they locked the gate on me.

Now, I don't have another place to run. I just don't. I don't have a neighborhood route yet because there's no sidewalks in my neighborhood and up to this point I haven't been able to relax enough on the street to enjoy running. It's why I used to run on the golf course. Well, one of the reasons.

So, not able to stand the idea of telling Blaine, "dude, I couldn't run on the track and I couldn't run on the other track and there were no other surfaces to run on so I went home and ate pizza," I went inside and ran on a treadmill.

I did all three miles, but it doesn't feel like success. It feels like microwaved dinner. Still, I did it, and I'm on schedule and I didn't die and my thighs didn't fall off. So it counts.

Barely.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Trial Run Aftermath

Ugh. I know I shouldn't be complaining — I got to run after all, didn't I?

But my god, I cannot overstate how much my thighs ache today. Going to bed last night was kind of tough since my hips were all like, "hey! You can't do that to us! WTF!" But I was able to make it right. And this morning, I basically felt fine. I felt like I'd run for the first time in a long time, but I didn't want to die or anything.

But now, this evening, I want to die a little bit. My thighs! Ugh! Going down stairs is a flat-out punishment.

Speaking of punishment, the following is the schedule Blaine put together for me.


I am really really grateful today's Tuesday and I get to rest. If I had to run again tonight, I'd fall over instead of run, and I'd have left my phone in the car, so I wouldn't be able to call 911. I don't know what I'd do then. Hollar, I guess. Cry.

More ibuprofen is in store for tonight. Good ol' Vitamin I, the runner's daily vitamin.

Tomorrow, the schedule says I run 3 miles. I'll let you know if I survive.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Trial Run

I got my new shoes yesterday, and tonight, I went for a trial run.

It was good. I did well. I only walked once, and then only about 10 steps. I had to burp, and all the up and down motion was preventing it.

Tonight, I ran for time, not distance. The time was 20 minutes. I kept the time with a 2-song playlist: If I Could Fly, 3:30; and The Keeper's Trilogy, 17:06, both by Helloween. Total running time of 20:36. I could have gotten more precise, but I like both those songs quite a lot.

And I did just about everything wrong. I ate too much and ate it too recently. I wore a cotton shirt. I didn't bring water — thought in my defense, I was running at the high school track where there are water fountains. It wasn't my fault the water was turned off. I didn't have chap stick. My sock was a little irritating on my left foot, but who cares, it's only 20 minutes.

I did 8½ laps in that time, and I did them in lane 4. Laps in lane 1 are ¼ mile, so I assume that in lane 4, they're very slightly over ¼ mile. Meaning in 20:36, I ran just over 2⅛ miles or not quite 4 kilometers.

And I feel pretty good. My guts aren't particularly happy, but my knee's ok. It protested a little at the beginning, but I altered my gait, and that took care of that. My feet aren't used to running and are all twingy and weird, and my hips feel funny. I can't remember if this is how I felt back in the day when I first started running or not.

My goal for the immediate future: lots of nice cold water, some ibuprofen, a shower, and bed. I'll get up, work, and do it again. Somewhere in between, I'll publish the running schedule Blaine made up for me to get me marathon ready in time for the Long Beach Marathon.

My New Shoes and How I Got Them

Today, I went to The Runner‘s Warehouse in San Luis Obispo. They are owned by the same entity that owns Art's Cycelery. I've always liked Art's, and when I went into the Runner's Warehouse a couple weeks ago, the place reeked of competence and experience, so I went back and bought these.



They are Asics Foundation 9's, and I love them.

The Runner's Warehouse experience was a weird and cool one. I brought my old running shoes with me, and the clerk, a very fit fellow named Ashley, examined them. He put me in a pair of tester shoes with no arch support and had me run on a treadmill for about 15 seconds while the nearby iMac and video camera recorded my feet hitting the ground. I deeply regret not asking to have those files emailed to me.

Anyway, we examined my gait, and I tried on three pairs of recommended shoes. I ran in the pair that felt best, and my stride looked far better.

But then I asked if I could try some shoes in the next support class up. It was these Asics, and they felt stunning. So so good. And running in them gave me as much of a gait improvement as there was between no support and that first pair of shoes I mentioned.

So as of this posting, I have not run in them yet. The weather's been horrendous, so I just haven't gotten there. But this evening, I will run for 20 minutes or so, and I'll post again. It looks like my marathon training has really begun.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Blaine's Role in My First Marathon

Quickly: Don't let me get away with being a weenie.

Excuse crusher Blaine on the left, excuse maker me on the right.


I don't know what my deal is. I want to run a marathon. But I keep coming up with reasons I can't or shouldn't. I'm an idiot. The following is an email exchange between us this morning:
Blaine: Have you started jogging yet?
Me: I don't have shoes yet. I've been on the elliptical and I'm lifting weights and swimming, but not running proper yet. I know I'm falling behind, and I'm not sure I'm gonna make it this year. My days are just so tightly compressed. I don't know. I need to get better at my job. 
Blaine: "I'm not sure I'm gonna make it this year?" WTF? You COMMITTED! You BLOGGED! You can't back out on me now!... Seriously though, don't push yourself if you don't think you're ready. Jenn's advice, while on the whimpy side, is probably wise. You don't want to re-injure yourself. Although there may still be time: I've never trained seriously for more than about three months, if that means anything.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I keep doing this? I love running. It's my favorite thing. I am being stupid, making excuses, and I need to man up, get my shoes, and get going. That is my goal for this weekend.

And with a track at the gym and the high school tracks both available to me, there's just no reason I can't get out and go run.

I will update again when I've purchased shoes.

Unequivocal thank you to Blaine for not letting me get away with this idiocy.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

On Music for Exercising

It is no secret I'm a big fan of music. My music library rivals all but the most obsessive and socially awkward weirdos, and is full, mostly, of metal and punk rock.

Oh, I love metal. Love. My sister once said she didn't believe I loved it. She thought I just listened to it to irritate people around me, or for macho posturing. Though I'm pretty sure I made the next part up, I tell folks I was listening to Cradle of Filth on headphones when she tried to speak to me once. I took the headphones off and she could hear it, and was horrified to learn I listened to that crap even when nobody knew.

If it's not true, it should be.

Now, I do a lot of cardio in the form of swimming and "running" on the elliptical machine. I also used to run for real. I also like cycling, both for fun and transportation. And lastly, I lift a good deal of weights.

Now, there's a company that sells a waterproof iPod shuffle. There are also waterproof headphones. I suspect this gear is in my future. I'd love to have music to listen to while I swim, and the added bonus of something keeping water out of my brain would be splendid. In the meantime, though, I listen to the inside of my skull get wet when I swim, and not to music at all.

Also, at the gym I go to, the elliptical machines are in a room covered in TVs. It's really hard to zone out with music in that room because the TVs are so distracting. And I hate watching the TV because it's so insipid. So instead, I watch Jackass on my iPhone. If I gotta watch something, it might as well be my something.

That leaves real running, bicycling, and weight lifting. The absolute best music for those activities is played by a band called Kamelot. [iTunes, Wikipedia]


There are other bands that play great music for the gym, but they all share characteristics Kamelot has in spades.

Kamelot's music falls under the power, progressive, and symphonic metal genres. I debated with putting Wikipedia definitions in here, but instead, I'll try to write how Kamelot sounds.

They play complex, wall of sound music. I don't want to hear the idiot dance/pop music the gym plays through my earbuds, so the music has to be thick and dense, which Kamelot is. The tempo is typically slow, a lot slower than your standard Anthrax or Slayer. Or, on the songs with the fast tempo, the vocals seem to soar over the top of the music at about half speed, effectively slowing things down, since my brain tends to focus on lyrics when I can be bothered to focus at all.

This is important because lifting weights or running really depend on keeping an even pace. If I move frantically trying to keep up with Megadeth, I get all out of sync with myself and fall over dead, something my wife finds supremely irritating. But slowing it down and thickening it up makes for a sonic brew I can really sink my teeth into, as it were.

The singer is important, too. Bands I listen to while gymming are not the bands I listen to while driving fast out in the countryside or when I'm writing. Gym vocals need to be in absolute control. They need to own the song and be so good they don't need to show off. Kamelot's Roy Khan is such a singer. His style is muscular and emotive. If I want to sing along in my head, I can. But he's also so competent that within the framework of a song, I can ignore his words and just hear his voice as another instrument. That's key, because being able to ignore my music is, weirdly, of huge importance. I need to be able to focus on counting reps, focus on getting up the hill, focus on keeping my breathing even and deep. Good luck doing that listening to Judas Priest.

I used the word emotive. That's important, but on a whole different level. I love those songs dealing with loss and injustice. I love the songs about betrayal and mourning. They really give me that "life's not fair" power needed to yank that stack of iron to you one last time.

Actually, now that I'm typing all this, it occurs to me that the other band that hits the nail on the head perfectly is Pyramaze, but only the album on which Iced Earth's singer, Matt Barlow, sings. I recommend that album, Immortal, to any metal fan of any type. Their music with his vocals is a powerhouse only Kamelot can compete with. Talk about emotive. Holy cow. Not even Barlow's home band, Iced Earth, is as good as Pyramaze. [Immortal: iTunes, Wikipedia]


As I said, there are plenty of other bands that fit this nitch. It's not like I can just sit there and listen to two and a half hours of Kamelot while lifting weights, after all. I mix in other stuff like Tim Owens, Helloween, Edguy, Blind Guardian, Nighwish, Stratovarious, and Sonata Arctica. I also occasionally throw some thrash and punk in the mix. It mixes is up and keeps things from getting stale. Bad Religion and Rise Against are great punk choices. But progressive symphonic power metal is home base.

Further, I tend to be an album listener. I like the continuity. I don't like it on random. Random makes me worry about what's coming up next. I keep thinking about what I put on my shufflepod and what song I'd like to come up next. No, taking the choice away, making the songs be an album, that's the ticket. Knowing what song is next makes it so I don't have to think about what song will be next. And I hate thinking when I'm exercising. That defeats one of the major purposes of exercise.

So that's music and the gym: mid-tempo, complex, wall of sound music with confident, muscular vocals.

I'd love to know how you listen to your music when you work out, and what you prefer to play. And you read that shortlist of bands I like on here. I'll be happy to take your suggestions, too. Thanks for reading.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I Am Surrounded by 'No'

I cannot believe the people around me. Nobody can do anything. Everybody's got a justification for doing nothing. Everybody knows why they can't do something.

People give themselves permission to say no too much.

I'm tired of it. I'm really really tired of it.



I'm not saying everybody. And I'm not saying all the time. But my kid — like all kids,  I'm sure — buys into no. "I can't," she says. But she's wrong! She can! She's just a lazy little punk!

There are legit reasons to say no to doing stuff. Injury is one I'm well aware of. It makes me nuts to have to say no to running for the time being. Nuts, I tell you. But to say no just because makes me nutser. It's not legitimate! It's not cogent! It's stupid!

Look, I like indoor activities. I like to watch movies, I love watching Doctor Who, I love writing on my comically large computer screen, I love playing cards with my family. But it's not enough. It's just not. I'm not talking about well-roundedness here, but that counts, too. I'm saying that too much being indoors watching movies and sitting in a chair turns my attitude sour and my body freaks out and starts twitching.

Quick aside, here: restless leg syndrome is, I think, bullshit. I've had a restless leg from time to time, and for me, inactivity is the only thing I can blame it on, and activity is the only fix. Because I don't believe I am much different from other people, and I know what fixes it for me, I know what fixes it for everybody. That's one mystery solved. You're welcome, you ingrates.

Where was I? Oh, right, watching movies. Movies are good, but like any good thing, too much can make you a fat ugly leg twitching greaseball. I temper my sitting around with bouts to the gym where I lift weights or swim or pretend to run on an elliptical machine.

Oh, I know you can't go to the gym. Know why you can't? Because you're full of no that's why. If you wanted to go, you'd go. You'd find a way. That's how people are. We go to work so we can afford to eat and have a nice place to live. You want a nicer place? You go to school and get a degree and become a financial advisor. That's got the added benefit that you don't have to work, either.

Everything that's wrong with people is really just wrong with their attitudes. When it's ok to say no it's pretty damn easy to say yes to another Ding Dong or deep fried Twinkie, isn't it? It's inertia, and I'm pretty sure that's been proven.

Find a way to say yes. Life feels better when you do something with it.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Honestly, the Best Part About the Kennedy Locker Room

It's that they're directly across from the sink. Which means you can be there showering, checking yourself out. Or you can be there showering while a dude lotioning up at the sinks is checking you out.

Either way, I'm ok with it.


To be as clear as possible with this photo, I took this photo leaning up against the sinks, and that's my reflection and the reflection of the showers in the mirror.

And, as an aside, there was indeed a guy showering while I took the picture, but he's out of frame.

In other news, I did 15 solid laps in the pool a few minutes before taking this shot, and as I write this, I feel really great. Oh, and I smell really good, too, since I applied their coconut smelling lotion to my legs.

I love the gym.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Well, This Is a Long Time Coming

Yesterday was the first time in as long as I can remember that I was able to do the elliptical for 40 minutes and I felt not a twinge, nothing, in my knee.

Seems keeping up with physical therapy has been a very good thing.

I'm excited and am filled with new hope. Huzzah!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Guest Spot Regarding Knees

The following is by Jenn Harrison. She belongs to Nik, whom I've hiked Half Dome with. Both are quality people who I like and admire. When Jenn gives advice, I sit up and pay attention.

Gorgeous photo courtesy of Facebook, the bastards.

As a fellow knee surgery survivor, I have been reading your blog on preparing for the Long Beach Marathon. I'll admit that at first, I was very frightened. Having been through my own knee recovery, I thought that trying to run a marathon within the first year of knee surgery was foolish and deserving of a new painful injury. I was seriously worried for you, and thought, "I must convince him to give up. He is going to hurt himself and if I don't tell him, I will be partially to blame."


So I was being a little overdramatic. Over time, I realized that your knee is not my knee, and your injury is not mine. I was fearful that you would, like I did, start running on your knee before it was healthy. That you would also, like I did, injure your knee and other parts of your leg because the rest of your body would try to compensate for your weak knee in ways it wasn't supposed to. I was worried that you push through the pain, thinking no pain, no gain, and foolishly extend the time it took to heal, like me.


However, after reading your blog you seem to have a more mature attitude towards your recovery than I did. My injures will never fully heal. I could never run a marathon. Not because I'm a wuss, or because I don't have a positive enough attitude, or I just won't try hard enough. Running for that long of a distance would just take years off the life of my knee. More than I want to run, I want to be healthy, and running a marathon or playing soccer are both activities that hurt my body in more ways than it can help.


Not that you asked for it, or that you even need it, here is my advice. Listen to your body, and make "preparing for a marathon" your goal, as opposed to "run the Long Beach Marathon this year." Giving yourself a firm date of when your knee should be fully healed may force you to push yourself harder than is necessary or helpful. It is often at that moment when I pushed myself too far, thinking that I "should" be able to do it, that I injured my knee, or hip muscles much worse and more painfully than I thought possible.


Some good advice I have received: "While in recovery, do half of what you think you can do. Then wait 24 hrs and see how you feel. If you feel good, then you know you can do a little more, but our bodies often take that long to fully process the effects of our actions." There is a constant conversation between our bodies and our brain and the more in tune we are the better we can help ourselves. I do yoga for that reason, but whatever you feel helps you the most is what you should do. Don't ignore any pain or weird pops; there is always a reason for why those things happen and ignoring them could cause you more pain later.


As someone who has been where you are, please feel free to reach out and ask me anything about knee therapy. And I thank you for allowing me to send you this email. Really, this email is more for my 16 year old self, dealing with a major knee injuring in the middle of my high school soccer career. If you think I'm totally off base, that fine and I understand. I know that even if my 16 year old self had read this email, I probably wouldn't have done anything different. That's the thing about 16 year olds, they think they are indestructible.


I hope you heal well and quickly and have a healthy knee on which to run.



You see why I think so highly of her? She's great, and Nik's lucky to have her. Now, let's see if I can address some of this.

First, Jenn, you're dead right. If I had hurt myself again, it would be your fault. I would love you significantly less.

But you're right: my injury isn't the same as yours, and I am a bit more mature than you were when you were 16 and injured. Not by much, but every little bit counts. When I was down, it was the worst thing in the world, and I'm determined not to be down again. So I'm back at the gym, doing my exercises. I'm starting out on an elliptical instead of running on a treadmill or track. I feel like a total wimp, but that's because I am a total wimp. Or, rather, my knee is. 

Your advice is really good. Do half. I like that advice. I feel like I've been sort of doing that already, but not on purpose. It's been a lot less formal, and more gut-oriented, but it rings true.

As for going to long, far, and fast, you're dead right there, too. I'm a little paranoid. I just don't want to hurt again. A marathon is a great goal, and it really is what I want to do. But not if it's the last thing I do. 

I sincerely want to run a marathon. My life's resumé sort of demands it. The goal is the Long Beach Marathon. The goal is this marathon because if I aim for 2012, that gives me an entire year to screw off. I'd rather pull out a month ahead of time —while improving my knee at the gym —than allow myself to do nothing for a year and a half. 

I'm pretty sure that makes sense. You'll let me know.

Hey, as long as I'm here, everyone should know that Jenn deserves at least a tiny bit of credit for me starting yoga this weekend with Cassandra.


The Best Training Partner I Know Of


That's right: the iPod Shuffle. And I'll tell you why.

First, most people like to listen to music while running, biking, or working out in general. It helps us keep focus. Plus, I'd rather listen to Anthrax than my own breathing. You ever listen to yourself breathe while running? It's harrowing.

And let's face it, the music they play at the gym is comical. Last time at the gym, in that gap between really heavy Testament songs, I heard snippets of such insipid top-40 crap, even though I made a mental note to remember what that one song was, it's gone now. I cannot imagine trying to lift weights listening to Lady Gaga. That would inspire me to stay the eff home.

iPod Shuffles, from the second generation on, have a built-in clip. There's a healthy after market accessory business for watch bands and arm bands and other similar stuff, but I just clip the iPod to my waist band on my shorts, route the earbuds under my shirt, and am good. This works for me while running, cycling, and gymming, no problem.

An iPod Shuffle is tiny and cheap. Buying a brand new one from Apple will set you back $50. People don't think about this properly, by the way. They (you) think "$50 just for a tiny little iPod?! WTF." But they (you) think wrong.

What they (you) should be thinking is, "what will it take to get me out there running, cycling, or lifting weights? Will an iPod help make doing these (good) things easier? Will it cut down on the number of obstacles in my way? Is [losing weight/getting into shape/staying healthy/staying alive] something I value? Will $50 help me achieve this goal?"

It's why when people own and use iPods but buy an Android phone makes me crazy. Android phones check a bunch of stuff off a list: email, web browser, music, texting. But none of it works well, and getting your music from iTunes, which you already use, onto your Android phone isn't easy. You're doing yourself a disservice. Why? The difference of $100? For a phone you're going to have at minimum one year (an extra $8.33 per month), probably closer to two ($4.16 per month)?

People, we need to be talking ourselves into doing what's best for us over the long term, not saving a few dollars and getting something sorta kinda ok.

After all, there's no better phone at any cost than the iPhone. Don't settle for something stupid.

And the same goes for the iPod Shuffle. There's nothing as good or as easy at any cost, especially since you're already using iTunes for all your music needs. Just plug it in, drag some songs, and go lift weights.

Lego Stormtrooper for scale.

That's my red, second-generation iPod Shuffle. 1GB. No playlists. Effective weight of zero. Best friend.

Of course, there are reasons not to get one. You already have an iPod Nano, for instance. Those are pretty good for working out. A little on the heavy side. They require a $20 (at minimum) arm-band, though. And in my experience, when you've got choices and buttons and a screen, you've got an excuse to screw around and mess with stuff and not lift weights. Maybe you're different, but that's my experience.

The other reason not to get one is... I'm not sure. Maybe you work out in your basement and have a nice stereo set up already. That'd be a good reason. But if you can work out in your own basement and have your own music, you're not really the intended audience of this blog post anyway.

I'm gonna keep saying this till I'm blue in the face and you all understand it: when the good choice is the easy choice, we all do good. Eliminate reasons not to do good, and you'll do good. Talk yourself into the good thing, and don't settle for something janky you'll have to replace with what you should have got in the first place.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Inertia: I've Got the Ball Rolling

This poster hangs in the free-weights room of my new gym.


I joined the gym yesterday. It's got everything I need and want, and a lot of stuff I don't know or care about besides.

The gym is called Kennedy Club Fitness, and while I think it's silly for a gym to have beer on tap, the beer is one of the best local beers there is.

Plus, their pool facilities are extensive, and there are at least five different machines that my knee is already benefitting from. This is important because the whole point of this blog is my training to run a marathon.

So: the cardio room is well-equipped with treadmills, stationary bikes, and ellipticals. And TVs. God, so many TVs. One major disadvantage to "running" indoors is the view never changes and TV is distracting. It's really canned running. I don't like it, but I like the way it makes my body feel, and I need it if I'm gonna do a marathon. But I hope I can graduate to running on the track at the high school (¼-mile) or gym (¹⁄₅-mile) sooner than later. It's really hard to zen out when you're being bombarded by TV.

On the other hand, I can put movies or TV shows on my iPhone and watch them on some of the smaller screens attached to some of the machines. It might not be so bad if I'm watching what want to watch.

Kennedy in Atascadero also has this sort of "free-weight machines" room. To adjust the weight on any of them, you pick up and move big cast iron plates and put them in place. But they're all attached to arms and pivots so it's sort of half free-weight, half weight machine. And all killer.

Last night's workout was more error than trial, but I think I'm dialing it in. It turns out I need to be using machines on all three(!) floors of the gym, in all but one of the equipment rooms. Plus, I'll be swimming sometimes, too. I like triathlons a lot, you see.

I'm feeling wonderfully sore this morning. I don't feel tore up, I feel worked out. It's a great feeling, and I love it. I'm taking today off, since yesterday was my first time to a gym in over two months. Give my body a little time to acclimate. But I'm developing habits here. And muscle tone.

Monday, April 25, 2011

My First Big Ride in a While

I haven't been for a run in a long time, and I'm not quite ready to. But I need to get working on my cardiovascular system since that's arguably the most important part of your body during a marathon.

Last week, I got on the rowing machine, which was both satisfying and disappointing. This week—I just got home in fact—I went for a bike ride. Twenty miles, my first long one in a long time.

It was wonderful, and I learned a lot.

I averaged 17 miles per hour on this ride. I am shocked by this number. It's faster than I had any reasonable hope of going, especially when you look at everything I did wrong.

First, I was riding my utility bike. This thing is a 1992 Specialized Stumpjumper mountain bike I've converted to an urban utility bike. It's got 1¼-inch semi slick tires, a flat mountain-bike style bar with bolt on road-bike style drops. It's got a 1x7 drivetrain—1 chainring in the front, 7 gears in the back—with a mountain-bike index shifter up on the bar.

Basically, it's a bike with heavier-duty tires than a road-bike should have, the bars keep my hands wider apart than they'd be on a road bike. It effectively made me a sail. And moving my hands all around to shift gears made me appreciate index shifting—where the shifters are integrated into the brake levers—a lot more.

And the fact I was wearing a long sleeved cotton t-shirt and cargo shorts meant I wasn't a sail, but about three sails.  And the iPhone in the cargo pocket kept banging into my knee. That was uncomfortable.

And then the wind. That's a major difference between running and cycling: the amount of air going past me. When I run, I don't really feel the air unless there's a breeze. Cycling, air is actually something of an enemy. In addition, if you're riding when I was, at dusk, the air gets pretty cold. I found myself wishing for a sweater-vest.

Another major difference between cycling and running is the ability to check out. When running, I can lose whole miles to non-thought. Some folks talk about a runner's high, but I think in terms of a runner's zen. Much harder to get that on a bike. The gears don't shift themselves, after all, and you have to pay attention to the road and drivers and similar.

And drivers: it's ok to turn your brights off for us cyclists. We'd even be grateful.

The last major difference I can think of is when I was running on the golf course, there were obviously no cars. There was a creek, though, and it'd get smelly. Still, I'd rather have the creek at the height of its smelliness than the cleanest gasoline-burning car as my road-mate.

Obviously, there's a lot I can do to have a better ride next time: put the phone into a canister that goes into a water bottle cage, wear closer-fitting shorts, and a base layer of wicking long-sleeve shirt with a t-shirt over it as a windbreaker.

Oh, and get a proper road bike.

Honestly, that I did as well as I did even though I stacked the deck against myself is pretty heartening. If I fixed all the stuff I just complained about, my average speed would go through the roof and I'd be a force to be reckoned with.

Also, it's brought me a step closer to where I need to be for my marathon.

My First Big Ride in a While

I haven't been for a run in a long time, and I'm not quite ready to. But I need to get working on my cardiovascular system since that's arguably the most important part of your body during a marathon.

Last week, I got on the rowing machine, which was both satisfying and disappointing. This week—I just got home in fact—I went for a bike ride. Twenty miles, my first long one in a long time.

It was wonderful, and I learned a lot.

I averaged 17 miles per hour on this ride. I am shocked by this number. It's faster than I had any reasonable hope of going, especially when you look at everything I did wrong.

First, I was riding my utility bike. This thing is a 1992 Specialized Stumpjumper mountain bike I've converted to an urban utility bike. It's got 1¼-inch semi slick tires, a flat mountain-bike style bar with bolt on road-bike style drops. It's got a 1x7 drivetrain—1 chainring in the front, 7 gears in the back—with a mountain-bike index shifter up on the bar.

Basically, it's a bike with heavier-duty tires than a road-bike should have, the bars keep my hands wider apart than they'd be on a road bike. It effectively made me a sail. And moving my hands all around to shift gears made me appreciate index shifting—where the shifters are integrated into the brake levers—a lot more.

And the fact I was wearing a long sleeved cotton t-shirt and cargo shorts meant I wasn't a sail, but about three sails.  And the iPhone in the cargo pocket kept banging into my knee. That was uncomfortable.

And then the wind. That's a major difference between running and cycling: the amount of air going past me. When I run, I don't really feel the air unless there's a breeze. Cycling, air is actually something of an enemy. In addition, if your'e riding when I was, at dusk, the air gets pretty cold. I found myself wishing for a sweater-vest.

Another major difference between cycling and running is the ability to check out. When running, I can lose whole miles to non-thought. Some folks talk about a runner's high, but I think in terms of a runner's zen. Much harder to get that on a bike. The gears don't shift themselves, after all, and you have to pay attention to the road and drivers and similar.

And drivers: it's ok to turn your brights off for us cyclists. We'd even be grateful.

The last major difference I can think of is when I was running on the golf course, there were obviously no cars. There was a creek, though, and it'd get smelly. Still, I'd rather have the creek at the height of its smelliness than the cleanest gasoline-burning car as my road-mate.

Obviously, there's a lot I can do to have a better ride next time: put the phone into a canister that goes into a water bottle cage, wear closer-fitting shorts, and a base layer of wicking long-sleeve shirt with a t-shirt over it as a windbreaker.

Oh, and get a proper road bike.

Honestly, that I did as well as I did even though I stacked the deck against myself is pretty heartening. If I fixed all the stuff I just complained about, my average speed would go through the roof and I'd be a force to be reckoned with.

Also, it's brought me a step closer to where I need to be for my marathon.

Friday, April 15, 2011

My God, I've Gotten Out of Shape

I spent about half an hour on the rowing machine yesterday, and while it felt good and was a step in the right direction, it was also pretty harmful to my ego.

It's only been a month, and I'm out of shape.

I'm fat again. I know I look thin, but but as per my last post, I want to look good naked. So if you hop onto a rowing machine, a machine upon which you exercise in a sitting position, if you've got any belly at all, it gets in the way and really becomes your body's only feature.

Like I was going to add a photo of me on a rowing machine. 

The other thing is I was doing chinups and pushups pretty religiously. Then I stopped. I guess I got bored of it. A session on a rowing machine has always been purely cardio work, and has never made my arms ache. Until yesterday.

Again, it was a really good time on the machine, but it really pointed out some horrible deficiencies I've allowed into my life.

When I was in Denver, my day went like this:
  • Wake up. Eat a yogurt and a piece of fruit.
  • Go to work. At lunch, eat a badass sandwich and fruit. Drink only water and coffee.
  • Around 4pm, eat another piece of fruit.
  • Get off work at 5pm, go to the gym, lift weights, then cardio.
  • Go home, eat dinner. A grilled sandwich, a can of soup, you get the idea.
  • Drink bourbon.
It's time to get back to this. Today, I ate yogurt and fruit for breakfast. I've never had a problem drinking water at work because I've got my beloved Camelbak Better Bottle sitting on my desk.¹

Lunch today will be a badass sandwich, Denver-style: sliced tomato, Smart Deli vegetarian "turkey", muenster cheese. 

I'll probably have an orange later in the day. 

The main difference between now and Denver is the 90 - 120 minutes in the gym at 5pm. My solution: push-ups and a bike ride then chin-ups until I can afford a gym membership.²

There are a few different "how to do 100 pushups" programs out there. I like this one because the instructions are such that anyone can do it. Painting with broad strokes, girls don't do a lot of pushups, so having all the graphics be of girls is pretty cool, pretty inclusive. And they have a smartphone (iOS, Android, Windows Phone 7) app. And their paper and pen version is well designed.

Would anyone like to join the 100-push-ups-club with me?

How does this apply to a marathon? That should be obvious. Duh.


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1: I got this one at the Goodwill for $3.25. It says "Tackett" on it. 

2: If they didn't charge a startup fee, they could have had my business for the last three months. I'd love to look at the books and see if they're practicing good business.