Wednesday, February 29, 2012
As an young indentured servant on the family farm we were constantly getting in little pinches and there is usually little help around to come to your rescue so you improvise all sorts of crap just to keep things moving along. This was pre cell phones so we'd run back to the truck and call my dad on a Mortorola handheld radio to ask for help and his usual answer was simple: "desert island". "Dammit!" we'd curse this expression as we knew exactly what it meant: you're on your own/do it yourself. And somehow, someway we'd creatively come up with some way of rigging whatever was failing us back into a condition that would allow us to carry on. It usually involved bailing twine and a pocket knife.
So with that background, and a touch (or more) of general tightfistedness I developed a case of DIY syndrome...
What's this got to do with running?! Nothing really, it has to do more with what I plan to do while not running that may or may not improve my running... You see, I need another workout or two to mix in with the miles. Cross-training.
I am definitely not a gym rat and I've avoided machines and barbells like the plague for my entire life. I don't care for all that crap and the environment of a gym makes me want to puke. Some I am hitting the junk piles at home and on the farm and the hardware store to build my own (DIY) "gym".
First piece in my homemade gym:
Slosh Pipe. Can you believe there is a whole website dedicated to this?! Then again this one is ultimately about putting one foot in front of the other... obviously I'll be building the 3" version--being a wimpy endurance athlete and not some crossfit-crazed-shaved-headed-injury-time-bomb. I seriously get paid to do this in the summertime moving handlines around the fields, now I'll do it for free in my spare time.
More to come on this little gym project...
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
I've never run any distance over 5k as a part of a competitive or organized event apart from a scramble I did last summer. So when I announced in my christmas card last year that I was finally recovering from a back injury and going to start "training" for a hilly 50k some people laughed and some people worried. The laughing was inspiring, but I don't know what all the worrying was about. Skeptics seemed to think it was a lofty goal and that I would kill myself if I tried too hard to accomplish it.
With programs like "couch to 5k" out there I can see why it may look lofty as a goal. Seriously, there's a program (that people PAY for?!) to train for a 3 mile and change race? Just get up--you don't even have to put down the remote--and go for it. Unless you are way obese you'll be fine. You might even like it!
With 6-7 weeks of decent training (no set regimen, just a balance of quantity and quality running and short daily runs with a long one on the weekend) I feel like the goal is attainable without a doubt. Completing 16+ miles on a treachorous hilly trail and 14.5 miles of hilly pavement on the past couple weekends has left me feeling better than ever. Long runs have begun to serve as a great mental piece of my poorly structured training. Confidence and knowledge is born out of these jaunts.
The people who laughed are starting to take me a little more serious too!
89 days to go until Mac Forest 50k!
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
On my run early this morning I did not see a single soul and it got me thinking...
But, when it comes to running I find myself ALONE, A LOT. And, oddly, I LIKE IT. Apparently, this isn't all that unusual.
But it's kind of new for me given my recent decision to run more and train for ultras in the near future and beyond. This all came about last summer when came to the realization that I don't have enough free time to climb mountains as a hobby. Running is more accessible and I am in love with it's simplicity, especially when compared to climbing with all it's logistics and spendy doodads. That's another topic...
Back to being a "loner runner"... I run alone mostly because my training schedule is really, really whack. I run at 4:30 in the morning lots of days and on others at 6-7:00 pm when I get home from work. There is no set pattern really I just go when I can and when I WANT to. Why run if there's no want, no zeal, no passion? Again, that's another topic...
I also run alone because of this pace/zone/"zen" thing that it looks like others experience and also mention in the linked article above. I really can't explain it but running through the woods alone gives me some cheap thrill that is hard to put into words. I'll try to figure out how to word it as I experience more and more of it.
Of course running alone has it's downside... see Saturday, Feb. 4th. First of all, I was not near where I said I was going to be, I was a tad lost, I was late, and the trail conditions were perfect for something catastrophic to take place. My mind was racing with thoughts but I think the presence of a friend would have brought some calm. Having said that and looking back on the whole ordeal (which really isn't that big a deal) I was glad I went through it ALONE. And that loner pace/zone/zen feeling that I can't explain was with me the whole time...
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
The way I see it, I'll be farming forever and I don't want to spend my golden years going to and from the doctor's office. Plain and simple.
And, because I like to drink beer. The bottom shelf stuff...
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
I think this one will be different. I don't know how often I'll post or exactly what I will post but it's focus is just a bit more clear: Run.
I listen to a lot of music while training. Everytime this emotive song comes on I can't help but kick a little harder.
Thanks for all those primal screams Yeasayer!