Training Day ?

Wednesday, 15 March 2006

I haven’t run con­sis­tent­ly in weeks. Here are the ex­cus­es: I’ve been read­ing through 41 grant pro­pos­als. I’ve been di­rect­ing my en­ergies to­ward job search­ing. Running is de­stroy­ing my knees. See? I don’t have very many of them. This is why hav­ing some­one to run with is im­por­tant. You don’t want to let them down by bail­ing and they feel the same way. I call this: Runner’s Codependence.

Training Day 58

Wednesday, 1 March 2006

I had an un­in­ten­tion­al week off from run­ning, main­ly due to be­ing back in the Bend, but al­so with job re­lat­ed busi­ness. I was sup­posed to run 7 miles to­day and I got in 5.5 be­fore my left calf went Gordian on me. Stretch, test-run, walk::wash, rin­se, re­peat. I got­ta just take my time and stretch for 15 min­utes or so be­fore the run, I sup­pose. I’m usu­al­ly good on the tight­en­ing if I can run and not stop the whole time, but just let one traf­fic sig­nal bring me to a halt and I get all bent out of shape.

Training Day 51

Wednesday, 22 February 2006

I had a crum­my run to­day. I was sup­posed to put in six miles, but on­ly did 2.5. My calves felt like bad clock­work. I think If I’d run much far­ther I would have torn some­thing. No mat­ter how much I stretched, they were still tense. Better take it easy.

Training Day 50

Tuesday, 21 February 2006

They say that it takes six weeks of any ex­er­cise pro­gram be­fore you start notic­ing re­sults. And by re­sults, they usu­al­ly mean weight loss. I don’t think I’ve lost much weight, apart from may­be a pound or two, but my body has def­i­nite­ly changed shape. I dropped a waist size and am now back to the ever-cursèd size of 32×34. Suddenly my hopes for find­ing pants that both don’t hang off my ass and cov­er my an­kles are dwin­dling. I ran three miles quick­ly to­day.

Training Day 47

Saturday, 18 February 2006

I think 12 miles is the longest dis­tance I’ve ever run. I man­aged to do it in three min­utes un­der two hours to­day, which is three min­utes faster than pace. About 5 miles in I start­ed singing “Venus in Furs” to my­self, which is a very bad idea. “I am tired/​I am weary/​I could sleep for a thou­sand years…” So I tried to get Acceleration by Machines of Loving Grace stuck in my head in­stead. “White light in­side of me/​acceleration all around/​till it don’t seem/​like I’m run­ning at all/​till it don’t seem/​like I’m run­ning at all” That didn’t help, but I did set­tle on Veruca Salt’s Volcano Girls, which has a bit about run­ning in it, al­though it isn’t much bet­ter than Venus in Furs. “A mil­lion miles of run­ning and/​I hit the wall,/I bounce back and I run some more.”

I hit the wall about mile ten and beat on it for the rest of the run. It was one of those times when you know if you stop to walk you’re done done and won’t start run­ning again. The wind was ab­solute­ly hor­ri­ble and my low­er lip was to­tal­ly numb by the end of the run, and my beard fur was all bris­tled up to keep my face warm. I tried to let a home­less dude know I was pass­ing him, but on­ly man­aged to make blub-blub sounds, which still served the pur­pose, I sup­pose. Brr! but done! I’m pleased. If you’ve got rec­om­men­da­tions for good run­ning songs, that I’ve not men­tioned [I just thought of Pink Floyd’s Run Like Hell] please let me know. I think I’ll make a com­pi­la­tion.

Training Day 46

Friday, 17 February 2006

After a week like this week, it isn’t re­al­ly a sur­prise that I ran like a fiend to­day. Only three miles, but I bust­ed it out like the fat kid in dodge­ball and was rar­ing for more at the end. I’ve got a 12 mil­er to­mor­row though, so I didn’t run more. I fi­nal­ly got my train­ing t-shirt from the Cleveland Marathon, and I al­most re­gret it. It is pos­si­bly the ugli­est shirt I have ever worn. And for those of you who re­mem­ber what I wore in high school, that is say­ing some­thing.

Training Day 44

Wednesday, 15 February 2006

A lit­tle over 6 miles in a lit­tle un­der and hour to­day, but I was bushed. I did a trun­cat­ed ver­sion of what I’m al­ready com­ing to call the Bridge run, since I cross over Abbey, Carnegie and Detroit bridges, not to men­tion Bridge Avenue. When I ex­tend it, I’ll al­so run over the W. 14th Street Bridge, the W. 25th Bridge, the W. 44th Bridge and Clark Avenue bridge. That’s the main thing I like about run­ning in the city, the routes can be eas­i­ly mod­i­fied. In Connersville, you ba­si­cal­ly had to choose which coun­try road to run down, and stick with it un­til you were done. The main thing I don’t like about run­ning in the city is the air pol­lu­tion; I’m be­com­ing a mas­ter of shal­low breath­ing.