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I was running this morning while pondering a personal challenge I've levied on myself. My goal is to get better at articulating what I observe more simply with plainer language. Without losing accuracy.
Running is good for thinking, it's true, but it's also a good metaphor for broader things. We're storytellers, us humans. We make sense of things in narrative and metaphor. As such, we tell ourselves all kinds of beguiling stories, some of which we refer to as "facts."
The fact is that converting thought into language plainly and simply is not so simple and plain. I puzzled over this in-between my now habitual coaxings to fall forward, stay relaxed, maintain momentum. All the little ways I try to progress most for least energy. Remember I'm running.
It dawned on me, as it's dawned on multitudes, that running is a great metaphor and an instructive metaphor could help me with my challenge. If I could write and speak with the same mindful austerity I apply to my running, I'd be better off. At least, I'd be closer to an aspiration and that's gratifying.
Recent observations about my running and lack of it ensue.
About a week and a half ago, my calf was ready to roll. So I ran some. I even ran two hours last Saturday with Alisha and it was fine. More than that, I noticed that my legs feel springier than they have in years. Out of shape yet springy. I can only attribute this re-found spring in my step to hormonal changes due to finally weaning. Excited to really run, I got in 20-something miles last week and hoped to ramp up to 30-something this week. I even did a couple of hill repeats to test out my speed and surprised myself. It gives me hope.
Then came the flu. It hit Gary and Remy first in the household. I thought I might hold it off with only minor symptoms, but a couple nights short of sleep and working through the early fever left me a complete wreck by Thursday evening. Now it's Saturday afternoon and the fever finally broke. I was up for a yoga class today and hopefully can get back to running tomorrow.
A week from tomorrow is a 10k road race. I don't hold a lot of hope for finally breaking that stubborn 40 minute mark, particularly on a hilly course, but I should be healthy enough to at least show up this time. Cross your fingers for me!
You may have noticed the monthly Toddler Talks have disappeared. Do not despair! They are being replaced by the quarterly Big Boy Broadcast, of which this is the first installation.
We talk a lot about being a "Big Boy" around here lately, which is the inspiration for the new title. The biggest big boy thing we've done lately is wean. YES. We actually did it. I fixed up a new calendar after he scribbled all over the other one and hung it in his "office." His office is the nook under the stairs where his little chair and desk are, along with his netbook computer. You know, just like an office.
So after an elaborate build up to "No Boob Day," including calendar, extremely limited nursing and lots of talking about the pending event, it was really easy. There was some minor fussing, but that's it. He's really a big boy now and I'm finally losing those "last five pounds" the body holds onto in order to nourish one's progeny. Thank God.
So this big boy-ness extends to the idea that he should play big kid computer games. We have to stay on him to "be a big boy," which means not crying and whining when he has trouble with whatever game he's chosen to play that is clearly designed for much older kids. We're seeing some improvement on that front, but there are still some challenging moments. Most notably when we're trying to watch "night time TV," which is code for TV for adults. Which brings me to the other reason we don't really hear much of what goes on during our night time TV show.
Remy is a vocalizer and we're not entirely sure where he gets that from. Maybe my mother can correct me, but I'm 90% certain I wasn't like that. He doesn't talk to connect to people, which is different than the typical talkative kid. He talks to say everything he sees and thinks out loud. Loudly. Which is not to say that Mom and Dad are allowed to leave his comments unresponded to. Oh no. We have to acknowledge everything. If we don't, he simply repeats himself, often louder (if that's possible). When that doesn't work (Gary and I have splendid selective listening skills), he will walk up to us, put our head in his little hands, turn our head so that our our nose is 2 inches from his and then he repeats himself again. Loudly. There's no denying the kid when he pulls that maneuver.
Yet, if someone other than Mom and Dad don't respond to something he says, he's completely unaffected. Go figure.
Lately, Remy's picked up a phrase (from watching Kipper) that he likes to use often and seemingly randomly. The phrase is "nothing ever really, really, really happens." It's said with emphasis and dramatic pauses after each "really." It sounds quite profound when used out of context by a 3 1/2 year old, which makes me laugh. I'm documenting it here so I can remind him when he's older and losing grasp of the bigger picture. You know, someday when he's whining about how "all the other kids are doing it" and his parents "aren't fair."
We've signed Remy up for a week of half-day Summer Kindercamp at the YMCA in June. We'll see how it goes. If he really likes it, we might do another week.
That's all I can think of for now. Until next quarter!
Hi there. Lately, my blog has been nothing but the occasional race report. I thought I'd give a quick update on my run training status and subsequent racing plans.
Not surprisingly, running a 50k on an injured calf has some consequences. For that matter, running a 50k with few miles in the legs for the prior three weeks even if the calf had been fine was going to have post-event recovery consequences. I accepted these outcomes as likely when I decided to do the 50k in the condition I was in, so I'm not stressed about the fact that I haven't run since that day and likely won't for at least another week.
During this stage of the season, I've signed up for various road races that several people on Bull City Track Club are doing. The next one is on April 21st and it's a hilly 10 miler. I'm not so sure I'm going to do this. Even if I do, it wouldn't be a good idea to race it. At this point, I'm reserving judgment on what to do with that event.
The original hope was to carry over some ultra-running fitness into a run-focused low key road race season with the big effort to be a fall road marathon. I have yet to sign up for a marathon because I'd rather have a clearer picture of my preparatory trajectory when I do that. I don't have that kind of clarity right now, so I wait it out and do yoga, commuter bike and some pilates.
I have faith that the best race plan will emerge as obvious when the readiness is there, so no need to commiserate. My larger goal is long-term fitness and a sustainable fitness plan. If a break in the action that has me focused on fixing foundational stuff through yoga, pilates and massage, then that's cool. I don't want to be a permanently broken 50 year old in 8 1/2 years-- I want something more satisfying.
So, sorry I can't be out running with my buds these days, I'll be back soon!
MST stands for the Mountains to the Sea Trail. That's where the race takes place-- on the beautiful, wooded shores of Falls Lake just north of Raleigh, North Carolina. Bull City has been holding the 12 mile event for a couple years now and even made an attempt at holding the 50k last year, only to have it cancelled because it's, er, hunting season. But hunting isn't allowed on Sundays around here! Hence, this year marks the inaugural 50k, a great distance for running at a relaxed pace through the woods without being so long that either the preparation time commitment is burdensome or, if that's not possible, completion becomes a traumatic experience. I signed up without hesitation to round out my low-key season of longish trail events that started with Holiday Lake 50k, followed by Umstead Trail Marathon and finishes with this fine tromp through the local forest.
So everything was going great in my training until I did that 4 miler a few weeks ago. Then ran 3 hours the next day. The notable lack of fast running for a good 5-6 months prior led to some pretty sore calves, which I didn't baby enough and then ended up with a strain in my left calf. Like most runners can relate to, this was followed by some extra days off running, followed by a run on a leg that felt fine but stiff until I actually ran on it. Then ouch. Suffice it to say that I ran very, very little in the two weeks prior to MST 50k.
Three days out from the event, following another failed run, I resorted to large doses to ibuprofen. This brought me to the start line with a leg that felt fine but stiff. This chain of events didn't leave me feeling very confident, but I'd had other distractions in life and hadn't had a lot of time to think about the fact that I was about to run 30 or so miles until that morning during the dark 30 minute drive to Blue Jay Park. This may be a case of having lack of mental preparation being a positive thing.
Since I'm obstinate and wanted to run this no matter what, I developed a strategy of taking ibuprofen and electrolytes until my calf said "uncle" and let me actually run properly on it. To heck with the consequences. Fortunately, I had my friend Alisha L there to run with me, so it wasn't a private and lonely "heck." She experienced a similar problem at Umstead Trail Marathon, so could totally commiserate, which she perfectly did by saying little about it except to let me know that we can always slow down or walk hills if necessary but knew that I probably wasn't going to do that. It's good to have running buddies that you can count on to do and say the right things!
The strategy was partly successful. In fact, the race broke into 4 distinct phases for me:
Phase 1. After a fun, laid back cowbell start, my calf was pretty unhappy with me for the first 9-10 miles. This means that I couldn't really run up on my toes to get up the hills, of which there were, errrr, several. Well, I could with my right foot. Just not my left foot. It was awkward, painful and required a lot of focus to keep things rolling. As a result, I missed the idyllic early race experience that others report. I'm sure the view in the quiet wood was phenomenal, particularly when paired with the ease of running those early miles of a longer event.
Phase 2. Around the 10-ish mile point, all the electrolytes and ibuprofen began to work. The calf went from really problematic to less so to pretty decently good by the time we got to the 12 mile finish banner (lies and false promises!). Of course, as a symptom of the solution, my stomach progressed from great to not so super. Also, I was retaining a lot of water due to excess electrolyte capsules. These things are ignorable though.
Phase 3. By the time Alisha and I reached about 16-17 miles, I was feeling pretty good. Seeing the oncoming 50k-ers and 12 mile runners was a great distraction and energizing. I picked up my effort and maybe even my pace. The weather had warmed, however, so we were stopping more at aid stations to refill the water bottles. This feeling good continued for a solid 10-11 miles. I pushed the pace since I didn't know how long the happy calf would last. This coincided with Alisha having GI problems. At some point, she stopped for a potty break and didn't tell me. I eventually realized that she wasn't there, but just kept going because I was feeling good.
Phase 4. Then there was some climbing just before the last aid station. It may as well have been a wall, because that's what I'd suddenly hit. I'd kept up with my gummy intake, so it wasn't a bonk. It was a function of pushing that pace on sub-optimal training, I suppose. There were a couple of guys just ahead of me that disappeared into the forest as my pace went backwards. Those last 4 or 5 miles were tough and extra long. I tried not to look at my watch because I'm sure the seconds were ticking off slower than usual too, which can make those mental tricks of telling myself I just need to hang in there for X more minutes less encouraging. I had an arbitrary goal of 5 hours that I was certain was not going to happen at this point. Finally, finally I heard the finish line cheering and emerged from the wood a blessed short jaunt from the finish line. Finish time? A surprising 5 hours and 20 seconds. First female in a small field. I was exhausted. I was handed a pint glass and a green pottery olive plate with a tree and the race name imprinted on it.
I hung out for a while and congratulated the by then fresh and rested looking Bart, Ronnie and Ken. Alisha crossed the line a while later after losing a lot of time to GI problems, but still in second place. I sat down, drank lots of water and cheered more people across the line-- from a seated position mostly. The low-key ultra feel was in full effect, which was really nice. Kim, Jason and volunteers were all very awesome. Even the guy hanging out in full recline pose in a hammock at the half-way point was a humorous foil to my experience at that time.
Thanks again to Bull City for putting on another fantastic event!
USATF seems to be investing in lots of championships. Ten mile state championships, trail championships, 4 mile state championship, what have you. Not that I'm terribly knowledgable about the running scene, but it seems to be growing into a similar scene as triathlon. There seems to be some sort of championship going on nearly every month if you go looking for them. It so happens that an event in my hometown that is a fund-raiser for a cause I like (Communities in Schools Durham) also happens to be one of those championships.
It was an odd, little race. With prize money and championship status on the line, there was a lot more traffic up at the sub-6 minute pace group then there was around me. And that's just the women. The top men were sub-5 pace. On a hilly course.
I hadn't really given this race much thought and really planned to train right through it, but my right achilles has been bothersome lately, so I took a couple days off so was more rested than originally intended. However, rest doesn't beget speed if one doesn't run fast for, oh, say 4 or 5 months. I mean, really, who needs that stuff training for 50k's, right? I didn't consider how long it had been since I'd even hit a sub-7 minute mile until after the event, and that was a half marathon last October.
My goal-setting for this event went something like this-- hmm, well hopefully I can keep the pace under 7 minute miles and if I get anywhere close to 6:30 pace then that's pretty awesome, but more likely will be in the 6:45 range but really I have no idea and what's it matter anyway? This is what I would call the lackadaisical approach to race pace goal-setting. It's a great way to stay relaxed pre-race, while the elite runner types are posturing around, striding, stretching and scoping out the competition. (Hey, don't be looking at me. I'm not your competition.)
The first mile has a lot of downhill and the fasties took off like fasties are prone to do. About a half mile in, I find myself around a few guys, things spread out some more and then before we reach mile one it's just me in no-person land. They have split callers at the mile points and I hear 6:17. Not bad, but I know that mile is fast and downhill.
Mostly, I just run at an effort that I know I can sustain. This is code for a pace I could probably sustain for a 10k. I promise myself to work hard on that last mile, which will mostly be a long, gradual grind uphill. I'm not really sure how much I held up my end of that bargain. I saw one woman at least 30 seconds ahead and well out of reach and I didn't hear any spectators or volunteers say "good job ladieS," so I assumed I was pretty set in whatever placement I was in. Why kill myself for an extra 5 seconds or so? I couldn't think of a good reason.
So I finished in 26:24 and later did the math to discover that's about 6:36ish per mile average. Fine. I'll take it. The post-race results print out said 9th female and a 4M for category. I figured this meant I was 4th master and out of the medals. Well, good, I thought, that means some real deal masters runners finally showed up to one of these things.
Then, when I was hanging out for the awards, I heard my name for 1st master. Oh. Well, that was a surprise. Maybe 4M meant 4th master for both men and women? Eh. Hard to say. So, again, I get the surprise master's title and a promise that a $100 check is in the mail. All without having to travel more than 7 miles from my house and getting the chance to hang out with some of my fastie Bull City Track Club teamies. Oh, yeah, and a live band right next to the start / finish area. What a deal!
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