For all of you who said I was taper crazy in my last post, it turns out there’s a real game that approximates what I was talking about. In fact, Tracy sent me that link and information on a wild bunch o’ folks. Read their game names. Man oh man. Here’s the best “official” site I could find. Harrier.net
I’m still sore in the back, but feeling slightly better. I did absolutely nothing this morning. I’m trying not to tempt it.
First, could all race directors check around and realize that ALL the races on or around Thanksgiving are called Turkey Trot or some such? C’mon… a little variety, folks!
Second, do you think it’d be fun to get a bunch of runners together in a small state park (i.e. lots of trails to run, but not so big that anyone could get lost) and have a MASSIVE game of team tag?
For all you experienced marathoners, did you have a weird feeling in the week leading up to your race that you were “boiling down” to a kind of stripped-down essence of all that you’d been doing?
I have this feeling. Part of it deals with twanging pains in my lower back six days (now five) before the race, but I have this sense of just stopping what I’ve been doing, getting inside my skull, and running the race several times in there.
This coming Saturday is my marathon.
I woke this morning at 4:34, headed out the door and hit the gym just after it opened. Mudvayne was blaring on the flatpanels everywhere (I didn’t know who they were, but appreciated the smashing music while lifting). I went through my weight routine, lunging with 50 pound dumbells, pressing the same overhead for shoulders, benching two 65 pound dumbells, and then rowing with 70s. I did my planks (bridges, others call them), my side ones, then that lower back thingy where you fall over the front of the machine and then come back up (know what I mean?) Then a repeat of it all, throwing in a deep low row to continue my efforts to turn my lats into giant king cobra shapes.
I smashed the hell out of my five miles today. My 5K time was 27 minutes. If I could reproduce that at a trail race 5K, I’d kill my PR by fully 8 minutes. Not a bad chunk of change, eh? The other two miles, I never time. I jump off the gerbil and run around the crappy track with the strange view of the swimming pool, the basketball arena, and the women’s gym area.
After my little run, I changed up and hit the metal. Why is it I can lift 200 or so pounds on a flat bench with a bar, but I can only lift two 60 pound dumbells while pressing that way? Richard? Anyone?
A coworker was giving away some clothing he’d received as a gift the night before: a couple of hats and one of those pullover windbreakers like golfing and baseball people like to wear. He gave me a hat and said, “that windbreaker won’t really fit well on you.” Of course, I *had* to try it on. It was a Size L.
And of course, it fit fine. I looked mildly superhero-shaped, because it made my shoulders seem extra broad (and they’re fairly broad on their own), and okay, because it wasn’t exceptionally roomy (though not entirely tight).
George Carlin was interviewed the other day, and I was struck by the fact he had a complete plan for his ambitions by the time he was thirteen. Not only did he know he wanted to be a professional entertainer, but he knew that he should start with radio first. Why? Because there he could work out his fears of performing in front of people because there wouldn’t be a live audience before him. Then, he’d do comedy. Stand-up. Then, he’d go on to be a film actor. Despite the fact a lengthy film career wasn’t to be, George hit all his goals in the order he planned to hit them. (And I think his role in Kevin Smith’s film counts, don’t you?)
Ask nearly anyone noted for doing what they do, and they say, “I have always known I’d be a painter” or “I used to make up little songs and sing them to kids in the neighborhood.” They have a clear sense of their inner vision, the guiding platform of their life.
I am going to SUCK all the inspiration out of everyone around me over these next few weeks. Man, following the training schedule for a marathon is grueling. Not because all those miles were hard. But because it kind of gets TEDIOUS when you look at it like a chart and graph. Maybe I’m over on the wrong side of the map right now, but I think I sucked the fun out of my training by trying to hit my weekly mileage goals and the like.
Next time around, I’m just going to run when it’s time to run. I’ll run to have fun. I’ll run more than a dozen races next year. And I’m not going to have a fricken November marathon next year. I’ll get those out of my system in the summer months, when it’s easier to train up.
Between me having a cold, and then my 2 year old getting a cold, and my wife not getting enough of a break over the last week, I ended up not racing Sunday. Definitely not the end of the world. I missed running that race, but family first.
I’m feeling mostly better this morning. The coughing is down to a minimum. I feel lower energy than normal, but not enough to keep me out of the gym. I did heavy lifting this morning and some miles on their indoor track. Nothing spectacular in the running department, but generally some more miles for training.
I either have some kind of head cold, or some killer allergy thing going on. I’m taking my Allegra, dammit. Yes, I missed one day, but it really can’t be that, can it? *shakes fist*
I went to the gym anyway. It’s not like I feel HORRIBLE, but I feel low energy. I lifted weights, but didn’t get in a run. Nothing. I just didn’t have the juice. Mind you, I did fine. I upped my bench even more, so that I’m using two 60 pound dumbells for my dumbell bench and I’m doing all kinds of mad things for my lunges, my shoulder press, etc. I feel powerful, but without much juice. Make sense?