Gym-iny Cricket!

I woke up this morning not feeling much like running. So, I didn’t. I went to the gym to lift weights instead. I won’t bug you with the details. I just worked on building my upper body strength, and pushed around lots of metal. I worked a lot on my core strength as well. This afternoon at lunch, I’ll go work my legs, too. I’ll give them a serious thrashing.

And then tomorrow, I’ll throw eight more miles on the pile.

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Six Easy Miles?

Thank you, Richard Feynman.

I was just talking to Kat about this Sunday afternoon. Since when did six miles start to feel like no big deal? Do you know it was only four months ago that I ran my first 5K? And I was worried about not finishing for whatever reason. Holy cow.

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15 Miles, No Deer

The first four miles were swell. I did them six minutes faster than normal. By mile 10, I was still feeling super-hero-like, so when I got to the point where I could measure the same first four minutes, I raced it again. I came in five minutes faster than normal. Can you imagine? Ten miles into a 15 mile run and I was still coming up with little games.

And that’s the trick.

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The best thing I’ve done since September 11th was take control of my life. Most of that is reflected in my weight loss, in my improved self-esteem, and in my new goals surrounding even better fitness. I am completely different from the guy three years ago. Only the genes are the same.


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Tennis! Pow!

Want a little butt kicking for cross training? Try tennis. Man, that really works other parts of you out, and keeps your cardio right up there. I’m just starting out, so it’s a little more jumpy than need be, but really fun.

Tennis Welcome Center has lots of information.

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One cool trick I’m doing on my runs I wanted to share:

I do my first four miles on water only, and then do diluted Gatorade (powder mixed watery) from the Camelbak for the rest of the run. I then take a sip more of water from the hand bottle to swish out some of the gummy afterfeeling of Gatorade.

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Deer in Headlights

Well this morning, boys and girls, I got a firsthand experience of what the expression means, “deer in headlights.” I was running along that particularly thin piece of single track with the cliff-ish right hand side that drops about forty feet. This is in the dark mind you. But with my headlamp on, I suddenly see two green eyes glowing back at me about 15 feet away. Aieee!!!!

I stop. The deer doesn’t move. I take a few deep breaths, because hey, I’ve been running here. And then, I realize, “oh yeah, the headlight thing.” So, I turn off the headlamp and the deer bounds off the way it came, somehow scrambling down part of the treacherous part, but hey, it’s smarter than me, right?

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Fourteen? Fourteen?

I find it odd and yet telling that my first and second half-marathon-distance runs have been in the woods to absolutely no fanfare, and existed completely as a training exercise.

I started running at 5:03AM. It was still fairly dark, but that’s part of the fun. I twisted my ankle fairly roughly early on, like after the first mile. Though I had to walk a few hundred yards, I otherwise didn’t notice an issue, so I kept going.

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Number 9…Number 9…Number 9…

It starts off in darkness, with crickets and dew-necklaced grass. The moon is getting fatter; I think she’ll go into labor soon. I run down a track no bigger than my shoes, into a small stand of pines. The track’s wider here. They throw sawdust chips all over to absorb the mud and keep it viable.

Today, I’m running with my Camelbak Lobo (9 bucks on clearance at EMS), loaded with diluted gatorade. It’s not that I need that much hydration today, but this is training for the 15 miles in a few weeks. I also have my handheld water bottle. In my head, I’m singing a weird mix of Eminem and Jolie Holland, one line of each over and over. Stop it!

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Eminem Watch Out!

I ran 8 miles this morning in Maudslay. It was EXCELLENT! I started in the dark, just before 5AM. I had my new headlamp (Petzl somethingorother) and needed it. The sun didn’t come out until around the third or fourth mile, but that just made the trial running a little more complex. The roots showed up fine, and so did the rocks. The muddy patches weren’t *as* visible as I thought they might be, but hey, this is trail running. That’s what I say every time I squish ankle deep (or more) into mud.

By around the time I should’ve been done a decent wide loop of the forest, the sun was up, and I smiled, turned around, and went back the way I came. This was beautiful, as I got to see the same course from the opposite direction, and in the sunlight. It felt like running two completely different terrains.

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