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Moving On Up

2012-01-30T15:00:00.000-06:00

Yup, I went and done did it I did. The new Last Mile Lounge can now be accessed here.
Come by, visit, leave a comment, or not.
Irregardless, have a splendid day!

Turnover

2012-01-26T06:59:00.001-06:00

Long and busy week thus far as I get assimilated into the Microsoft way of doing things. Thus far – very impressive.

This is just a quick post to alert you that I am changing blog services. My ~~vain~~ vanity URL of http://lastmilelounge.com will remain the same, however I do believe the feed might change. I guess this might be a good way to figure out whom my real followers are. Not that there is any pressure on you.

My goal is to have my first post on the new service up by Friday of next week. Perhaps you could remind yourself to check in.

Go Big or Go Home

2012-01-20T07:06:00.001-06:00

I Pooped!

NOTE: If you are not a runner, I suggest skipping this section. Nothing to see here…

Besides the sore calves and burning quads, the one other thing the marathon inflicts damage upon is my internal poop factory. I will not poop for days after a marathon, and if I do, it is typically just a single, lonely little turdling.

Frustrating? Indeed. But then Wednesday or Thursday rolls around poopoopalooza opens the gates and there is an audible sigh of relief.

Does this happen to others or am I a freak?

To Marathon or Not

Right before the end of 2011 I alluded to a decision I would need to make regarding my marathoning future. To wit, should I put marathons in my review mirror and focus strictly on half marathons or should I continue to make the marathon my priority?

Hello. I am Jamoosh. I am a 4:30 marathoner. Thank you very much.

The lure of the marathon is just too great for me to turn away. I know that if I manage expectations and train properly, I can participate in races I can be proud of, regardless of how far off my PR they may be.

In 2006, over a period of five months (January – May), I ran seven marathons, three half marathons and a number of 5K and 10K races. Madness - I know. During that span I was running well. I was not running fast, I was running well. And I was running with a ridiculous level of joy.

I am not going to repeat that, but I can repeat the training that prepared me for those five months of madness. One of the big keys was running only three times a week to save my knees.

Another thing I need to do, as soon as this season is completed, is to focus on strength training.

I really need to focus on my hips, quads and glutes.

Strength training will help my body against injury and it’s good for older gentleman such as myself and Sean Connery.

That’s right, you may consider me as distinguished and handsome as James Bond – retro version.

Surfside

With that decision out of the way, that leaves Surfside in just over three weeks and the problem of my stomach. Knowing my symptoms, my stomach issues are not going away overnight and I have considered dropping to the half.

I have dropped from the full to the half in the past and it was always based more on a gut feeling than logic. My gut has always been right. Thus far, my gut is not telling me to drop, as odd as that may sound.

So bring it on – Jamoosh is going big in the sand!

Comparison Is Futile

2012-01-17T15:50:00.001-06:00

Adam and I were having one of our random email exchanges Monday when I noted the following:

My (marathon) PR is on a beach – nothing but sand – so how does that relate back to every race I run after that? It doesn’t, it’s all relative to a particular moment in time.

We often gauge our performance by a number. But often times the number does not fit the situation. For example, one cannot compare running a mile uphill to running a mile on a flat course. Just like you cannot compare running a mile in 45 degree weather to running a mile in 85 degree weather.

If you do you are going to be perpetually frustrated and may open yourself up to injury trying to extend your effort.

I have run the Houston Marathon seven different times. Each time it’s different. Temperature, humidity, rain, ice, wind, sunny, cloudy, slick roads, roads in need of repair, crowd, number of runners, start position, bathroom breaks, fueling, hydration, layering or not layering, mental state, training, pain, recent injuries, getting stepped on, getting shoved, running with someone, running with no one, hitting the wall, beating the wall, tripping, falling, helping someone in need…you get the idea.

A PR is a wonderful thing, or at least it should be. But you cannot compare every race to your current PR or even the PR for that race (if you have one).

Last Saturday in Houston, Meb Keflezighi won the US Olympic Marathon Trials in 2:09:08. The next day, Tariku Jufar (of Ethiopia) won the Houston Marathon in 2:06:51. Does that mean Jufar is over two minutes better than Keflezighi? Does that mean that Jufar would have beat last year’s Houston Marathon winner Bekana Daba (2:07:04)? In both cases the answer is no. On any given day, regardless of the course, a lot can happen over 26.2 miles.

This is why it is so hard to compare one performance against another, even if both performances are your own. I have said this before - The number isn’t the story; the story unfolds over 26.2 miles. If all you are left with after 26.2 miles is a number, then I am sad for you.

For the record, I am pleased with my number and my story from last Sunday’s Houston Marathon. Is it my fastest race? No. It’s also not my slowest. But I have a lot to be proud of even though the results page may not show it.

Houston Hates Me

2012-01-16T04:20:00.001-06:00

It was meant to be a day of triumph.

The day was made for running with favorable weather. Pre-race fueling and hydration was sound. Race strategy was tested and true. Yet despite near-perfect execution, in a moment it became a run of perseverance.

A sigh of frustration.

Let’s pick this up at Tanglewood, just beyond Mile 17. I start here because other than seeing Lady J for the only time at Mile 1.5 (she had to catch a plane), nothing of interest happened. I was running well and running consistently.

I choose Tanglewood for the beginning of my race report because when I run Houston, if there are going to be issues, they almost always manifest themselves along Tanglewood.

I have always maintained my perfect distance is between 15-18 miles. Tanglewood marks Mile 18. Thus, as I made the turn off San Felipe, I did so with trepidation. Slowing just a bit, checking and feeling the body for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. In fact, my legs wanted to go. My legs wanted to pick it up. But patience was a virtue I stayed true to all day.

I made it out of Tanglewood and just beyond Mile 19 when it happened. It was a burp. Or that’s what I expected. I was stunned when I threw up in my mouth.

What the heck was that?

Ok, nothing to see here. This is an aberration. Continue moving forward. Memorial Park beckoned and there was no need to walk.

Unfortunately, my stomach was talking to me. Burp, burp, burp and then around Mile 20 – hurl. Now we are walking. Walk, walk, walk, wait! One is supposed to feel better after hurling. Run, run, run, oh damn…

Walk some more. Do I dare to run? I do. My body wants to run. The legs want to go. They are telling me it’s past time. I run, I feel it, I walk. I run, I feel it, I walk. At Mile 23 I dry heave. Absolute frustration. I am not mad, I am frustrated. Houston has once again found a way to bite me. My hometown race is my nemesis.

As I walk I try to analyze what went wrong. I just can’t figure it out. My execution was without fault. My energy was good. I was hydrating on schedule. Everything looked to be in perfect order, yet one single star seemed to be misaligned.

At Mile 25 the desire to run it in was strong. After a few quick starts and stops it dawned on me that the less I upset my stomach the happier it would be.

Baby steps.

I began running, taking the shortest steps I could tolerate and that seemed to do the trick. I am sure it wasn’t pretty and people were passing on my left and right, but I was running and I didn’t care.

I made the final left to the finish line and withstood the urge to stretch it out. I did not want to throw up in front of thousands of people and who knows how many cameras.

4:34:58. Not what I expected, but not my worst race either. Hand me my medal thank you very much.

Random Bits

Houston usually has an excellent crowd, but this year they seemed to be over the top. So many people who were so loud, it was absolutely fantastic. And the signs. Let me tell you about the signs:

Worst Parade Ever
Who farted? Vicki?
That’s not sweat; that’s your fat cells crying!
Run faster honey - The Texans are on at noon

Three bananas – two actually running; multiple Elvis sightings – none were running; more male runners in tutus than female runners – I am not sure what this says about Houston.

Houston has water stops down to a science. I have to believe somebody from NASA is in charge.

Blues bands, oldies bands, rock bands, and a plethora of DJs – Houston is (thankfully) not an RnR event, but by gosh music is plentiful along the course and it is awesome to boot.

My good friend Brian played the role of Pit Crew after Lady J left to catch her plane. He was most excellent. Thanks Brian!

And Finally

Stuff happens. We can never really know how the body is going to respond on race day. Yesterday my stomach was the weakest link. I don’t know whether it was stress, distress, or the fact I have internalized so much about my position in life over the past couple of months.

I have been treated for ulcers before and it could very well be the heartburn I have had over the last month or so was the prelude to another ulcer and it manifested itself later in the race. I know the treatment and I can get past it.

To me, the important thing is I ran 19 great miles with plenty in the tank. Further, I wore (for the first time) a new knee support and had no knee issues the entire race. And that my friends, is a victory within itself.

US Olympic Marathon Trials

2012-01-14T12:32:00.001-06:00

A few pictures from my vantage point on Allen Parkway right before Mile 24.

Meb and Ryan, still close at this point. Meb would pull away soon after and win by 22 seconds.

The next three show Shalane Flanagan passing Desiree Davila.

Desiree had been in front on every pass until the final one. Here Shalane is pulling even.

Kara was visibly struggling.

The pass in progress.

And done. Shalane on her way to victory 2.4 miles later!

It was a beautiful day for a race and Houston had a solid fan turnout!

Here We Go

2012-01-13T07:22:00.001-06:00

Much to cover this fabulous Friday. Let’s get started!

It’s 31 degrees this morning! I should be out there embracing the chill, however I am opting to run inside today on the elliptical machine. With the marathon on Sunday, today is more about staying loose than anything. Hence if I can reduce the pounding on my body and avoid icy sidewalks, why not.

London Calling

Tomorrow is the Olympic Marathon Trials. Lady J and I will be front and center on Allen Parkway. I am very excited to be seeing this live and just as excited to go home and watch it on TV tomorrow afternoon (NBC – 3:00 PM EST/2:00 PM CST/1:00 PM AST – Adam Standard Time).

Career Opportunities

It’s officially official. Yesterday I has hit with a severe case of excitement induced ADD. I was unable to focus on anything once I received a call confirming that “everything is in order” and my start date is January 23, 2012.

Yup, I am going to work for Microsoft, recently named the Best Place to Work in the World! My excitement can only be described as “rabid.” Yes, rabid excitement. But it is a contained rabidness. No biting; just multiple happy dances and a few hugs.

Rebel Waltz

The official notification from the Chevron Houston Marathon alerts me that I am in Corral “A.” How did this happen? Corral “A” is only for the beautiful people. Ever since Houston instituted corrals, I have always been in the “other” corral. Now, a rebel amongst the beautiful people!

I am confused at the criteria for Corral “A” since runners who I know are faster (and listed faster finishing times on their registration) are relegated to the “Open” Corral.

The only thing I can think of is that with so many elites competing in the Olympic Trials on Saturday, there are some open spaces in Corral “A” and I was chosen. Hence, you could say I am taking Ryan Hall’s place in Corral “A.”

Complete Control

Since Sunday will be a “training” run (is a marathon ever “really” a training run?) my strategy is simple:

Start at the back of Corral A
Take the first five miles easy¹
Move to cruising speed²
Pick it up at the end, assuming something is in the tank³

1 – I know the course really well and I think by being in Corral A I should be able to get to a consistent pace by Mile 5. If I was in the “Open” Corral, I would say Mile 8, when the half marathoners roll off.

2 - Actual speeds will depend on the weather and fueling.

3 – I am trying a fueling strategy I was able to test twice during my training, so we’ll see what happens.

Should I Stay or Should I Go

For a few months I have contemplated leaving Blogger for another service or leaving blogging altogether. One reason is that Blogger does not necessarily play well with others (specifically other browsers). Another reason is Google (the entity that operates Blogger) is making changes to drive people to Google+. I do not fault them for doing this. It makes sense on their part and they are in the business of increasing market share and collecting as much consumer information as humanly possible. Further, the Blogger service is free, so they can do with it whatever they choose.

However, I like choices and increasingly Blogger is limiting the choices of things I care about. Sure, I admit I am somewhat of a rebel (I once tried to get a friend elected as “Dictator” of my high school) and I might be a little anti-establishment (I was editor of my high school newspaper and was in the Principal’s office every month for something I had written), but I am also a Geek – so I like to try different things and choose what I like the best. And I don’t want to be pigeon-holed to a certain application or a specific tool when the choice is mine to make.

For the record, Blogger is a good service. It is easy to use and gives thousands of people a voice on the internet. Further, the design tools on Blogger would cost you a subscription fee on other services. But the reality is, Blogger is slowly becoming a “closed” system.

Conveniently, my employment with Microsoft gives me the perfect excuse to step away from Blogger. And that is what I intend to do. It’s just a matter of when and in what capacity.

Let’s Go Crazy

People of the Net, the weekend approaches. There is much to do and please do until your heart is content. Choose wisely and run well.

By the way, if you caught on, kudos to you: Every sub-heading in this post is the title of a Clash song!

Story 43–OKC

2012-01-12T10:10:00.001-06:00

In 2006 I ran the Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon. It’s a different kind of animal when you factor in the emotional factor of a shared National tragedy. Take your average 5K “Memorial” Run and multiple it by 100.

If there is ever a marathon to make you stop and think, this one is it. You cannot help but notice the mourning and sadness combined with National Pride throughout the entire race.

The story I want to share with you today is short, but the impact will live with me always.

Miles 17 – 20 (roughly) of the marathon are run along Grand Blvd. Through one section, on each street light a banner hung bearing the name of an individual who died in the Oklahoma City Bombing.

I ran looking up at name after name of innocent people who perished in a senseless act. A runner in front of me slowed and stopped below one of the banners. He raised his fist and bowed his head. I looked closer and noticed the name on the banner matched the name on the back of his shirt – the person he was running in honor of.

My throat tightened; my eyes watered. This moment was his and nothing I could say would change anything. I lowered my head in tribute to a runner and a human being I would never know and jogged silently by.

To this day I cannot think of that moment without having to hold back tears.

Story 44–#1

2012-01-10T15:13:00.001-06:00

This weekend will mark my tenth year of running marathons. Since this weekend is Houston, and Houston was my first, I thought I would take you back. Although it is not necessarily something to behold.

The Best Laid Plans

Everything looks different in the dark. That was one thing I remember from my first marathon. Specifically, Lady J dropping me off at a “convenient” intersection several blocks from the George R. Brown Convention center.

I remember this because it was much further away than I anticipated and I worried that I was using valuable race energy to get to my destination.

HINDSIGHT: We have found much better (and safer) places for drop off since then.

Once inside the George R. Brown I found the Running Group I had trained with. There was a nervous energy among the newbies like myself and even some of the veterans in the group. But my nervousness belied a confidence – a confidence I had regardless of the fact that the final six weeks or so leading up to the marathon included minor injuries and missed long runs.

HINDSIGHT: This was a confidence I had no right to have. I was disrespecting the Running Gods.

Announcements came and went and then the moment to make the walk to the starting line arrived. I felt a little ill, but was anxious to get under way. The crowd noise was such that the National Anthem was barely audible. A gun went off and we all surged – surged forward, but went nowhere.

Finally, I crossed the timing mats and I was off. My first marathon was underway.

There are many things you forget when you run a marathon, but one never forgets sunrise as they make their way along the Elysian St. Bridge. It’s almost a surreal moment – thousands of runners making their way along the bridge, the rising sun beckoning them forward.

A few miles in I should have shed my jacket, but I opted not to. It wasn’t a big deal, but it was definitely making me warm. Finally, around Mile 8 I gave in and tied it around my waist. I knew I looked like a dork and was anxious to see Lady J and my good friend Brian at Mile 12 so I could hand it off.

HINDSIGHT: I have recently learned, that rather than watch the start of the race – which can be over-rated, it is much better for Lady J to be at Mile 1, where the Elysian St Bridge empties out. You get a real sense of the mass of runners and the elite runners are bearing down on you. I can also hand off any warm clothing early on.

The early miles were a little slower than anticipated (lesson learned), but I was doing well and feeling good. While running down Main St., through the Medical Center, I got the chills, thanks to an ill wind whipping between the buildings. I was happy to turn onto University to put the wind behind me and make my way toward Rice University Village where Lady J was waiting.

Except she was not there. Well, she was there, but I didn’t see her. And she didn’t see me. Part of this was my fault. The first person I saw that I knew was Brock Wagner, owner of St. Arnold Brewing, who had said he would have a beer for me. Brock is a tall, lanky sort so he was easy to see in a crowd of spectators, so naturally I moved over toward him. Unfortunately, Lady J was almost directly across the street and we missed each other.

HINDSIGHT: Always decide beforehand what side of the street your race support is going to be on.

Brock handed me a beer (a St. Arnold Amber) which I foolishly tried to drink. I can’t drink water and run so I do not know what possessed me to try to drink a beer and run. I think most of it ended up on my face and my shirt. By the way, since then I always turn down beer when I am running.

But where the heck was Lady J? Not at Mile 13, Mile 14, or Mile 15. I wouldn’t see her until right before Mile 17. I was worried and I was frustrated. But I was happy to finally see her at the corner of Post Oak and San Felipe.

Unfortunately, that happiness would end shortly. In fact, it was barely a mile later, while on Tanglewood, that I felt a twinge in my knee. With every step the pain got worse. By the time Mile 19 rolled around my race was done, but not over. I walked, I ran. I was doing more walking than running.

My friend Brian was at Mile 20 with a beer sign and some motivation. I pushed myself through the pain, knowing that Lady J was at Mile 22. But oddly, Memorial Park, where I run so much, can seem very lonely on marathon day. More walking. I reached the edge of the park and knew Lady J was ahead and willed myself to run some more and finally spotted her.

It was a moment of relief and I pulled out a note I had written for her, thanking her for her support. I was also mugged by some wacked out female who kept yammering “what does it say, what does it say?” The break was short-lived and I continued forward.

As I walked up the ramp from Memorial Drive to Shepard, I told myself I was going to run. I ran on Shepard and around the corner to Allen Parkway, which would take me into downtown. I was accosted by a woman who I thought was out of her mind – yelling at me, telling me I could do it.

About a quarter mile later I realized it was a friend from work. I was so focused on trying to run, I didn’t recognize a fellow runner and co-worker I see almost every day.

Allen Parkway runs about 2.5 miles before it dumps you into downtown and the last mile or so of the race. It was the longest 2.5 miles of the marathon. My knee was burning and I was limping. Just trying to hold it together. I stopped at an aid station and asked for a cortisone shot. They looked at me like I was on crack.

I sat down underneath the I-45 bridge trying to figure out something that would make the pain go away. Runner after runner chugged slowly past me. I felt horrible. I propped myself up and realized the only thing that was going to make the pain go away was to finish the race.

HINDSIGHT: The pain really never goes away.

I tried to run but could not, so I walked and walked and walked. Feeling nothing but shame as the roar of the crowd got louder and louder.

There is a point in downtown where the sidewalks go from being a few sparse people yelling encouragement to a full on screaming crowd. At that point I ran. And the further I ran, the more frenzied the crowd seemed. And the louder the crowd got the less I felt the pain. I willed myself to the final turn and when the finish line was in sight there was a lump in my throat. Nobody is yelling at you, but everyone is cheering for you. For that hundred yards the pain was gone and I pushed to the finish line. The finish line that is reaching out to every runner within its site, pulling them – and me – forward for a moment of victory.

Just over five hours. Failure mixed with success; frustration combined with jubilation; emotionally drained, but fighting back a tear or many.

I wanted to fall down, but walked stoically to find my wife and my friends. I don’t remember much of the aftermath. I know Brian had to support me on the walk back to the car.

I made mistakes. I did not respect the distance and verily, the Running Gods punished me – or so I like to think. But it was a learning experience and I vowed to come back and do it right. That, however, is a different story.

ZOING!

2012-01-09T13:48:00.001-06:00

Oh. My. God. Doesn’t that look much better and more terminal than “OMG” which I always hear in my head as some bimbette from the Valley screaching incessantly because Muffy is wearing the same shorts as her… Eesh.

Damn you 80’s memories…

Anyway, it’s Monday and major stormage is taking place which will have absolutely no impact on Sunday’s Houston Marathon. Hence, it’s nice to see Nature’s carnage taking place right outside my window. In fact, I should be enjoying a beer as I watch the spectacle of birds flying backwards, but I am on beer probation until after this weekend’s marathon.

What I have done today that does pertain to Sunday’s race is analyze the last few weeks of information from my Garmin. To wit, since I began running post injury, I have not looked at my Garmin on my runs.

Look away!

Now, some of you may say to yourself, “uh, why wear the Garmin at all?” Data, it’s all about the data. During the run, pace was not important at that given moment. What my body was telling me was important. For each run, I took the first part easy, moved into cruising speed, and then pushed at the end. I based how fast I was moving on the feedback my body was giving me, not a pace I should be running.

Therefore, by running at a pace that felt good for my body instead of running a set or dictated pace I am able to analyze the data and determine what pace is most advantageous this coming Sunday.

I know – my brilliance continues to astound. You may consider taking deep breathes.

Go ahead, I’ll wait.

Based on the data, I “should” be able to run a 9:30 – 9:45 pace once I am sufficiently warmed up. To be fair, I have not targeted that as a goal or integrated it into my strategy yet. I will wait until Saturday and glance at the weather forecast before I start to prognosticate. But at the very least it gives me a starting point.

Back Up Support

Unfortunately, the world’s greatest pit crew – Lady J – has to fly out to San Diego (stupid work) and will only be around for the start of the race on Sunday. Sad face…

On the flip side, I will be supported by the second greatest pit crew of all time, my good friend Brian. Brian has done Houston before – the marathon and supporting me, so he knows his way around the course. It’s good to have friends!

And Beer

I have not chosen the official marathon celebratory beer yet. This will probably be harder than coming up with race day strategy. Yet, I shall persevere!

Countdown to…

2012-01-05T16:27:00.001-06:00

So, I was doing plyometrics with the cat…

Anyone who owns a cat knows they can be unpredictable. Thus, if the cat moves, perhaps out of fear maybe, when one is jumping through the air, there can be consequences. That said, I have a tuna I.V. going and got him some little kitty crutches. All will be well.

The Houston Marathon approaches (a week from Sunday). Normally about this time there should be some excitement mixed with trepidation. However, knowing I am not going in at full speed, I am just happy I will be running. Which, of course, begs the strategy discussion.

Strategy? I have no clue other than treating this as a training run. Sorry about the letdown. I probably won’t know my strategy until about 6:55 AM on marathon day; I’ll text you if you feel it’s important¹.

On the other hand, as far as excitement goes, I am looking forward to the US Olympic Marathon Trials a week from Saturday. I have a spot all mapped out where I can see the runners pass by three times.

227 women and 160 men have qualified (you go girls!) which is much more people on the course than I anticipated. But it should be fun watching so many elite runners blaze by.

Planking

Are you planking yet? The first post of The Hard CORE Club for 2012 is up. Don’t get left behind.

Working For a Living

In other news; I received a job offer this morning (insert happy dance here). If everything works out I will be rejoining the workforce and back on track to global domination before the end of January.

And Finally

I know I have not commented or posted much lately and the main culprit is life itself. A little bit of stress; a little bit of worry; a little bit of overwhelmed. Which may be enough proof for most you that I am not a robot.

Jamoosh – Not a robot…

Once I am a confirmed cog in the machine everything should return to normal. Well, except for the fact I think I might change my blog name to:

Jamoosh – Not a Robot

On the Jukebox: Orange Crush – R.E.M.

1 – I will not text you. I just wanted you to feel special for a moment. Sorry. OK, I am not really sorry either.

2012–The End is Nigh

2011-12-30T16:43:00.001-06:00

This morning I drove down to Surfside Beach for 15.5 miles along the water, arriving just as a hint of orange graced the horizon. The sand was hard-packed to the point I think I may be better off wearing my Newtons instead of my Merrell Trail Gloves come marathon day.

The weather was horrendous. 54 degrees at the start; climbing into the low 60’s by the time I finished. The wind was negligible. WTF? How is this helping me at all?

The Surfside Marathon (February) often has some challenging weather: there could be frigid temperatures; wind could be gusting at 30 MPH; in fact, one year fog rolled in and all but obscured the marathon course. So I was hoping for some ill weather this morning to prepare me, but instead found myself in near perfect running conditions.

Mother Nature continues to jack with me. Such is life.

Passion Versus Reality

Today was supposed to be a post about goals. I wanted to impress you all with goals based on time and distance, but the truth is I have a decision to make: Whether or not to continue running marathons. I know, a bit surprising, right?

I have always felt that everyone has their distance, whether that be a 5K, a 100 miler, or something in between. So it should be easy to say my body is best served by limiting myself to nothing longer than a half marathon or 25K and leave it at that.

Unfortunately, passion doesn’t quite work that way. We can do a lot with our passion, including finding something good and wonderful within ourselves.

Furthermore, I believe time is relative as long as you are out there trying. Therefore, the lure of 26.2 is always out there and whether I want to accept it or not, that’s my passion.

However, reality tells a different story. I have had both a knee and foot operation performed on my left leg in the last three years. Unfortunately, “good as new” isn’t as common with surgery as many would like to believe. It might be “good” but it is not the same.

My knee has only so many miles in it before it gets ornery and threatens to sideline me again. The foot is a constant pain in the ass (hah!) and I suspect it could be contributing to some gait issues.

The synopsis is that I cannot push a marathon like I could a half marathon. In fact, both times I have tried I have ended up with a knee injury – the second time requiring the aforementioned operation.

I know the things that get me through a marathon season healthy: limiting running to three times a week and keeping my marathon race time around 4:20:00 – 4:40:00.

So the question becomes do I want to focus on running fast halfs or slow fulls? I don’t know. The siren call of the marathon will always be there and to be honest the finishing time doesn’t bother me as long as I feel I have run a respectable race. That said, the sub 4:00:00 marathon gnaws at me a little. It’s been an elusive goal, mainly due to injury, but elusive nonetheless.

So when it comes to 2012, my goal is to make a decision for my training plan – half or full - after Surfside. And stick with it.

Happy New Year to you all. Be responsible this New Year’s Eve and be safe out there. If you are running or racing on New Year’s Day, may your tracks be carefree, yet fulfilling.

Running Year in Review

2011-12-29T04:54:00.001-06:00

I promise I will keep this short because I do not want boredom to set in.

Worst Race

Me? Have a worst race? Preposterous. It would be like Christina Aguilera screwing up the National Anthem. Oh wait…

Seabrook Lucky Trails Marathon. These guys do a fantastic job of putting on the marathon. I wanted to get that out there.

Unfortunately, I have to wonder if the course can no longer support the number of runners that sign up for the full and the half. Either that or the number of inconsiderate runners has reached a level where it’s impacting other competitors.

That’s how I was injured; having to step off the trail to avoid a group of runners who felt their mere presence was enough to run two and three wide on a trail that can handle no more than that. I ended up walking most of the fourth and final loop.

Being that the organizers and the volunteers do such a wonderful job with the entire race weekend, I would like to see some caps on the races – especially since several portions of the loop course require runners to be running in both directions.

Race that Pissed me Off

Houston Marathon. I struggled in the second half because I did not reign myself in during the first half.

The race featured plenty of humidity and I think I over-hydrated during the first part because I was worried about it. Of course, when I say over-hydrated, I don’t mean to hyponatremia levels, I mean my stomach was not appreciating the deluge of water and began letting me know.

Another major mistake was catching and passing the 4:15 pace group. This occurred just before the halfway point and I knew I should just hang with them until the last few miles, but I got greedy.

Ironically this race was a PR that I just could not enjoy because I was so frustrated with my performance.

Best Marathon

Surfside Beach Marathon. This race is run entirely on hard packed sand along the ocean. Whereas at Houston I was a dork, four weeks later I ran a smart race and not only had a Marathon PR, but also a negative split.

The key was not fighting the wind on the way out so I had plenty in the tank on the way back. Or perhaps it was me singing the Bee Gees’ Tragedy to myself over the last few miles. Regardless, my marathon PR is on the sand, how cool is that?

Best Half Marathon

Jailbreak Half Marathon – Baytown, TX. Between the Houston and Surfside Marathons I took a slight detour and ran a half marathon.

Near frigid temperatures greeted the runners and I opted to start in the back to warm up. I really took my time, chatting with some of the slower runners as I moved through the crowd. Once I climbed the Fred Hartman Bridge and hit the turnaround, I picked up the pace and blazed through the second half.

Apparently I had a damn fine second half as I won my age group.

Perhaps it was the fact the course measured closer to 14 miles than it did 13.1 miles and I was in marathon shape.

OK I am done; finishing this post on a positive note. Tomorrow, we’ll talk goals for 2012.

Gear Year 2011

2011-12-28T08:27:00.001-06:00

It’s “year in review” time and today I focus on gear. But rather than inundate you with all the gear I purchased in 2011, I thought I would focus instead on the three best purchases for the Runner Jamoosh.

Fits Like a Glove

The Merrell Trail Glove inspired me to do a bit more trail running in 2011.

A roomy toe box and a light weight feel made these shoes perfect for a run on a trail or just walking around town. In fact, I liked them so much I purchased a similar model in black leather to wear to work. Definitely a great investment.

The Trail Glove provides excellent traction and grip that makes be-boppin’ around nature a breeze. Ground feel is very good and helps promote barefoot form on the trail.

I’m Rollin’

The Grid by Trigger Point Performance Therapy accompanied me every week I boarded a plane.

At less than half the size of a traditional foam roller, it easily fit into my carry-on, and thanks to the design, took up little room as I was able to stuff socks, shorts, shirts and other running gear in the center.

I also feel I get a deeper “massage” with The Grid than I do with a regular roller.

It has a “green” design, using less foam than a traditional foam roller and is designed “to withstand constant, heavy, and repeated use without breaking down.”

Hydrate Simply

Hydration on the run is mandatory, but carrying fluids is hardly simple. For those that eschew the hide and go seek method of staging fluids, we are often left with the option of a hand held or a bulky fuel belt. Until now.

The Simple Hydration Bottle is designed to slide into your waistband, race belt or pocket. This bottle features a large cap (1) for ease of filling and cleaning. It holds 13 ounces (2) of your chosen fluid to get you through your run. The hook (3) helps keep it in place and “makes a nice little resting place for your hand when removed for drinking.” Finally, the bottom of the bottle (4) is designed to fit into the small of your back as well as make it easy to grip with your hand.

I have mainly used it by sliding it into my waistband and could not be happier. I have never been a fan of a fuel belt (and I have tried several), always wanting to lose it after a few miles. Hand held water bottles are OK, but they can modify your gait/form which is something I do not need.

There really is no downside to this bottle, unless sliding an icy bottle into your waistband is an issue. And on a hot Houston day, it’s actually refreshing.

Did any running gear you purchased in 2011 really stand out?

Beer Year in Review

2011-12-27T06:12:00.001-06:00

People ask; I provide! Here’s my Beer Year in Review for the half dozen or so of you who will actually read it!

Best Beer News

The Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission (TABC) lost a little bit of power in 2011 when it was ruled they could no longer prohibit breweries from informing customers where they could purchase the beers they brew. Imagine that, making a product and not being able to tell anyone where they can purchase it.

Best Beer Find

While visiting family in Tampa, FL. Lady J. found several bottles of Dogfish Head World Wide Stout. Oh yum! I have not had this beer in years. Mainly because of Texas’ archaic alcohol laws. Just know this, many breweries do not distribute in Texas because of retarded and unfair rules set down by the TABC. Other breweries do not ship certain beers to Texas because of these same rules. So when Lady J stumbled on some World Wide Stout, which is a limited brew, joy was the word of the day!

Best Beer Delivery

This one is hard. Lady J, Jack and Zee (my in-laws), and my sister Laurie all surprised me with excellent beers unavailable in Texas. In this “case” I will go with my sister because of the sheer volume of beer she brought out (on multiple occasions no less) including awesome selections from Port Brewing and Lost Abbey Brewery.

Best Beer Gift

I typically prefer quality over quantity, but what if you can have both?

Hello Stone (15th) Anniversary Escondidian Imperial Black IPA, a big beer in a big bottle. Like a 3 quart 5.4 ounce bottle.

Lady J worked with my sister Laurie to secure this and gave it to me for Christmas.

Being an anniversary beer it’s obviously limited. But the bottle is more limited so score one for Lady J.

Did you notice this bad boy has a lock and key?

I don’t know how many friends it is going to take to help me drink this, but I think you might all be invited!

Best Beer Event

My good friend (Best Beer Buddy) Brian and I attended Brewlicious in the Ballroom, a special event that was part of a Craft Brewers Festival. Brian and I went as VIPs which entitled us to a special selection of beer and food not available people with General Admission tickets.

You can read all about it here.

Biggest Beer Letdown

Sierra Nevada’s Best of Beer Camp Sampler Pack – a collection of four brews from four different “Beer Camps” held by the brewery. My good friend Brian joined me for a round of tasting of these beers that included a Weizenbock, a California Common, a Juniper Ale, and a Double IPA. I am not much a fan of wheat beers, so you can imagine my disappointment when the Weizenbock turned out to be the best of the bunch.

Best Beer Hangout

Maui Brewing Company (Brew Pub). In April, Lady J and I travelled to Hawaii for our 10th Anniversary and Maui Brewing was an easy walk from our hotel. Great food, great people, great beer; yes, we were there every-single-day.

Maui Brewing had 15 different beers to choose from. I tried every single one!

Best Beer Trip

A weekend in Austin, TX which included trips to Thirsty Planet Brewing, Jester King Brewery and lunch courtesy of the Evil Wiener!

Best New Beers

And by “new” I mean beers I tried for the first time in 2011.

Stout: Marshal Zhukov’s Imperial Stout, which Lady J picked up at Cigar City Brewing (in Tampa, FL). You can read the review here.

Holiday: Ale Smith Yule Smith (Winter, 2011).

Belgian Style: Inferno Ale is a Belgian Style offering from Lost Abbey in SOCAL. Fabulous. Absolutely wonderful. Give this descendent from hell a Marathon rating.

IPA: Bells Two Hearted Ale. My good friend Jon brought a bottle over after one of his frequent trips to the Midwest and it was goodness indeed.

Story 45–Christmas Tradition

2011-12-25T05:55:00.001-06:00

First the tick and then the tock of 12:00 – midnight – Lady J and I arise from our slumber at the earliest moment on Christmas Day.

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The company Lady J works for is a 24/7 operation and the worker bees are given Holiday Pay rather than the day off. Back then, eleven or so years ago, Lady J was working the 6:00 AM – 2:00 PM shift and that year Christmas fell on a day she would normally work. Thus, any standard traditions from either her family or my family were out the window and drifting away on a freezing wind.

On Christmas Eve we tucked ourselves into bed, Lady J thinking about the suckitude of work on Christmas Morning and I considering the prospect of a lonely eight hours of staring at gifts that remained unopened.

But just after midnight, it came to pass that we both lie awake…

“Are you awake?”

“Yes, are you?

“Yes.”

“It’s Christmas. Why don’t we open our presents…”

In that moment our own special tradition was born. We arose from our bed and exchanged gifts before returning to slumber once more. In the morning, Lady J went off to work and when she returned, Christmas dinner was waiting.

Now every year we arise at the stroke of midnight and revel in Christmas joy. It does not matter where we are or what our situation may be, Christmas is at midnight.

We could be in a hotel in Denver (2005) or a high rise in Tampa (2010), our tradition continues. Even this year, when Christmas is sparse, we set the alarm and rose to open gifts in front of a warm fire.

And that my friends, is the tradition of Lady J and Jamoosh!

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May your holiday traditions bring you joy throughout the season.

Story 46–A Christmas Story

2011-12-23T06:24:00.001-06:00

A chill in the air. A rosy cheek chill. Snow flakes wandering in the light breeze; destined for the ground, but not quite ready to succumb. Voices of children and adults mingle and carry across the landscape of the farm.

The youngest, including my sisters and I, pile into the back of the large blue Ford pick-up, jockeying for the best position. Three adults clamber into the cab, which will soon be bathing them in warmth.

My Grandfather turns the key and the pick-up roars to life. Excitement fills the air as he points it up the gravel driveway. The hunt for a Christmas Tree has begun.

The Ford turns onto the main road and picks up speed. The Uncles have chosen well, tucked directly behind the cab of the pick-up. The rest of us cower and battle against the frenzied wind whipping at our faces. It’s an exercise in futility and the odds favor the wind, but before long the truck begins to slow and makes a turn on a dirt road.

The gate is open and the land, owned by a friend of my Grandfathers, is ours for the moment. On this side of the road, the fields have turned to woods, and we make a slow climb amongst the trees. Trees that stubbornly reach out to us, but are too far away to touch. It is indeed a tree we are looking for, but not any of these trees.

The road seems long, but the breeze is diffused by nature herself. All is still and the only sound is the crunching of tires on the cold rock and dirt. The blue Ford pulls us up further, but well within the tree line. And finally it stops. We are here. The place where trees are found. The place that offers us a tree to glorify the celebration. The hunt begins.

Each tree stands majestically, willing the group to notice so that it may be the chosen one. The younger of us run amok, pointing at every tree. The adults stand and look at a particular tree, exchange a few words and move on. Sadly, there can only be one, but happily the one is found soon enough.

The roar of a chainsaw signals all a tree has been chosen and the group forms to watch the ceremony. The tree is raised and carried across the snow littered land, with reverence, to the blue Ford, where it is secured in the bed for its journey back to the farm.

The ride back is cold; our shivers do not belie the wind, but our joy of a tree that will soon be trimmed with lights and decorated in the colors of the season keeps us warm.

Fields and farms flash by and for a moment we are weary. But the driveway is in sight. My Grandfather wheels the blue Ford pick-up onto the gravel and creeps slowly down the hill until the road evens out. The dirt rising behind the truck signals those in the house of our triumphant return. We have found the tree, the Christmas season can officially begin.

The truck pulls in behind the house and those of us in the bed rush for the back door, pink cheeks and smiles telling the tale to my Grandmother. She has hot chocolate waiting, like any Grandmother would. We have left the tree for the adults as we scramble, hot chocolate in hand, to the crackling fire, feeling the heat work through our bodies.

A few more flakes begin their descent as the tree is unloaded and put in it’s place of honor; naked for the moment, but still majestic. Christmas is here.

Christmas in Oregon at my Grandparents house.

Lady J and I wish each of you a splendid holiday season!

No Friends for You?

2011-12-21T06:36:00.001-06:00

The Hard CORE Club blog is now active, which is good news for those hoping to improve themselves in 2012.

What is not so good is that while going through and setting up the blog on WordPress, I learned that Google Friend Connect is going away (along with other Google services) for everyone on March 1, 2012. The exception is Friend Connect will still be around for those folks using Blogger. Google is suggesting non-blogger users begin using Google+ instead. Um, how convenient.

You cannot fault Google for wanting to simplify their portfolio and kill off low performing services such as Friend Connect but it appears to me that bloggers from multiple services use its functionality for one reason or another – perhaps someone else will step in.

What this means for some bloggers, who are reliant on the “Follow” widget, I do not know.

Of course, if a blogger wants to host a giveaway on a service such as WordPress, being a “Follower” can no longer be criteria, which means “liking” Facebook, Twitter and other accounts will become the norm, which is really a sad thing.

To be fair, I have nothing against Facebook, and I do have a fake account. But to me, the “Like” action on Facebook is a personal endorsement of an organization or an individual. I have an issue with endorsing an organization if I am not a user of their products or have not tried their products just for the sake of entering a contest, which is why I often have to refrain. But that’s just my personal outlook.

Moving Forward

I have finally fully entered back into the running world; not just getting runs in, but also leg workouts, core workouts and stretching. However I am not without issues, specifically wandering tightness throughout the quads, thigh, hip and booty. It almost always seems to be tight somewhere during a run.

Another issue is mileage in that I have to rebuild slowly, which doesn’t seem promising with Houston just over three weeks away. Houston has definitely become a training run with strategy/approach precipitated by my build up.

Currently my plan is to try for a ten mile long run this weekend, a 15 miler New Year’s Weekend and then a consultation with Coach Wade about the weekend before the marathon.

The good news is I have been letting my body do what it feels like on my runs and pace is decent. Aerobic capacity is still strong so it really comes down to the leg holding up over a substantial distance.

Mother Nature also seems to have thrown the waste basket at me this past week with runs in fog, torrential rain, a chilly - ill wind, and some big humidity. I hate to disappoint her, but it has not affected me in the least. I am happy just to be out running.

On the Jukebox: 19 – The Clocks

Hard CORE and 2011

2011-12-19T14:04:00.001-06:00

And we’re back.

The Hard CORE Club is back and the first post is up. I made it easy to start, but you do have some homework. Check it out here.

2011

Miss Zippy just made a 2011 Review so easy it’s ridiculous. Just fill in the blanks!

Best race experience? Surfside Beach Marathon. Marathon PR on the sand!
Best run? 22 miler back in November. It was also my last good run…
Best new piece of gear? Easy! Simple Hydration water bottle. I need to review this. Most excellent.
Best piece of running advice you received? Pay attention to my posture.
Most inspirational runner? Everybody who gets out and attempts a race.
If you could sum up your year in a couple of words, what would they be? Good but frustrating!

Lucky Number 7

2011-12-13T06:49:00.001-06:00

I had a pretty good streak going but then P1t0 (ie Pete {ie Jose}) had to go and ruin it. To wit, I have been tagged (shaking fist) to provide seven random tidbits about myself and then tag seven other bloggers. I wonder, if I tag the same blogger seven times, does that mean they have to provide 49 random tidbits…

Nevermind, here we go:

I played intramural basketball in college. The organization I belonged to had two teams, a serious team and a fun team. You should not be surprised I played on the fun team.

I am two courses short of a business degree (with emphasis on Information Technology). I am taking both courses right now since I am currently unemployed. Come January 30, 2012 I can add that to my resume.

In July of 2012 I will turn 50. Most people think I am in my 30’s when they see me. Of course, most other people think I am 12 when they meet me…

Many people refer to me as “JD” – the nomenclature came about when I was in the Navy back in 1981. Verily, of the 12 people in the missile division, five had the first name “James” and every iteration was already taken. There was also a “David” – my middle name – hence I became JD.

Since Lady J and I have been married, Navy has never lost to Army in football. 10 straight years – GO NAVY!

When I was a senior in high school, there were some nights I could not sleep. So I went across the street to the high school track and ran laps.

According to the play count (which I reset every year on January 1st – Nerd, I know) the ten songs I have listened to the most this year are:

Geraldine – Glasvegas
Crushcrushcrush – Paramore
Almost – Bowling for Soup
Gold Guns Girls – Metric
Airplanes – B.o.B (featuring Haley Williams)
Despicable Me – Pharrell
Dog Days Are Over – Florence + The Machine
Girl Next Door – Long Beach Short Bus
No You Girls – Franz Ferdinand
Love the Way You Lie – Eminem (featuring Rihanna)

You’re It

Now then, I have decided to switch it up a little because, well because I have the power. The following seven are tagged with a twist:

Jess – seven things about Norah

EMZ – seven things about Peanut

JunieB – seven things about your cat

Adam – seven things about consulting

AJH – seven things about Emily

Viper – seven things about your new house

Caratunk Girl – seven things about Porter

Ha! You’ve all been Jamooshed!

Doctor, Doctor, Give Me the News

In just a short while I am off to see the doc. I am hoping for some good news. There is still some tightness in my left ITB, but everything else is feeling pain free.

Great news would be “Go run 20 miles this weekend,” but alas I am well aware that will not be the case. However, I will settle for just running this weekend and take it from there.

That and This

2011-12-09T11:00:00.001-06:00

Plenty of good advice and a few observations from the Am I Being Greedy post on Wednesday.

Jess took time out from grading papers to note:

I can't help but play Devil's Advocate and bring up your discussion from a few months ago about race cut off times, slow runner/walkers, and medals. Theoretically speaking, if you walk/ran Houston and finished in oh, say, 6+ hours, would you still proudly wear that coveted 40th anniversary medal?

Jess brings up a compelling point and I must confess I was perhaps a bit over-dramatic when I proclaimed I would be 45-60 minutes slower than expected. To be honest, if I didn’t think I could do the marathon in under five hours, I wouldn’t give it a go. Further, if I am approaching six hours on the course something has gone terribly wrong and I am a complete idiot for still being out there. Finally, I have skipped marathons in the past (including Houston) because of injury although there were probably a couple I could have completed using the walk/jog method. But, to me it would have been excessive walking and I was not going to accept a medal for that.

The Redhead who is finally running again reminded me of the following:

I'm having this crazy flash back of mile 21 of Gasparilla when I see a Jamoosh off in the distance and think to myself oh look it's Jamoosh... waves... wait a second... he's not supposed to be running the full.

Ah yes, Tampa 2010. An inspiration indeed. Probably the smartest race I have ever run and I plan on using the same strategy that got me through Tampa in Houston next month.

Did Someone Say “BEER”?

My in-laws (Zee and Jack) came out from Florida over Thanksgiving and they came bearing beer from Cigar City Brewing including:

Rum barrel-aged Hunahpu’s Imperial Stout

Whiskey barrel-aged Hunahpu’s Imperial Stout

Sugar Plum Christmas Beer (a brown ale)

Marshal Zhukov Imperial Stout

I might note these are all big beers and are not for the faint of heart. I also suggest sharing with friends. And, as usual, if enjoying these brews out and about I demand you arrange for a designated driver.

But in the meantime, behold the awesomeness that is my in-laws!

12 Beers

Although we had to cancel the 12 Beers of Christmas Party, Lady J and I, with a bit of ingenuity, still arranged to keep the tradition alive. The Friday after Thanksgiving I brewed up a pot of chili and myself, Jack, my sister Laurie, and my good friend Brian all sat down to taste this years version of the 12 Beers of Christmas.

Since we had not accumulated 12 beers before I was laid off, I went deep into the beer cellar and pulled out three Christmas Brews from last year. Absolute brilliance! 12 beers = done!

Most of the beers were solid and there were a few surprises. The New Belgium Snow Day was much better than expected and the Ale Smith Yule Smith Holiday Ale was most excellent.

Folks, the weekend is barreling down on us. Make sure to take a moment for yourself. Run well, run safe and reward yourself accordingly.

Am I Being Greedy?

2011-12-07T15:46:00.001-06:00

As I slog through Week Three of no running I get ever closer to the horns of a dilemma. To wit, it’s likely I will not get the go ahead to run until the middle of next week at the earliest. At best, that puts me just over four weeks out until Houston.

I am resigned to the fact I will not be at full strength or full speed for Houston and have considered dropping to the half. I have done so in the past (Madison 2006) and it was a positive decision. However, I just don’t think I can do it – drop to the half that is.

Why? Two reasons.

First, the 40th Anniversary Medal. Now I realize it’s not the most spectacular medal and, to be honest, I am not really much of a medal guy. But for some reason, I want this medal. Secondly, and more importantly, I want a Houston Marathon finish to add to my resume (this would be my seventh).

Since Houston is my hometown race and has resorted to a lottery because of its popularity, I want to maintain my status in the group that (almost) automatically qualifies for entry without having to go through the lottery process.

I know I can run a smart race based on my ability at a particular point in time, but my finish will likely be 45 – 60 minutes slower than if I had been able to complete my training. And that begs the question:

Am I being greedy?

I know there are many different schools of thought about running a marathon. Some feel that if you cannot go hard; don’t go at all. Others feel that even if you walk most of the race a finish is a finish.

Honestly, I don’t want to skate through a race. I want to feel like I accomplished something and that I pushed myself. But the reality is, I think in this case, I will likely let the January 6th switch date come and go whether I am ready for a marathon, even in a reduced state, or not.

So, am I being greedy?

On the Jukebox: Sunset Grill – Don Henley

Weather Your Goals

2011-12-02T08:40:00.001-06:00

Happy Hour

If I uttered the statement, “If you cannot touch God, then there can be no God” many of you would be put off and would no doubt engage me in a religious argument. However, if that statement were true, then the following must also hold truth: “If you cannot touch a fart, then there can be no fart.” To which the overly zealous might conclude: “The presence of farts means there is a God!”

Weather or Not

Sean Wade, Running Coach and leader of The Kenyan Way Training Group recently reminded the clan that runners should revise their race goals/expectations about a half hour before the race based on the weather.

On race day runners often discount the weather until it’s too late and I have read many a race review that goes something like “if not because of the weather…” I cannot pinpoint this phenomenon, but it probably has to do with training with a singular goal in mind and in many cases the goal is reliant on near perfect running conditions.

Ironically, we spend six or more months training for a marathon in a variety of conditions yet come race day we throw out much of the wisdom we have gained. It’s odd that someone will bitch pre-race about a less than optimal weather forecast, but never mention the need to revise their goal.

Today, I plan on sharing my goals for the California International Marathon, which I am unfortunately not running due to an injury (FYI, it is improving rapidly and I am going to assume it is because of all your wonderful comments). So although I am NOT running the race, I thought I would still share my approach that I formulated after my last long run three weeks ago.

Stated Goal/Training Goal: Sub 4:00:00

Based on my last long run and several other data points I determined I was close to being able to meet my goal, but not quite there yet. Thus, these ~~are~~ would have been my race goals:

Optimal weather and physical conditions: Start with the 4 Hour Pace Group and stay with the Pace Group for 18 miles. If I drop off after that it’s a learning experience and a good indicator of where I am and how much additional training I need.

Decent weather and/or physical conditions: Aim for a negative split with a finishing time of 4:25:00 or better.

Lousy weather and/or physical conditions: Take it slow; take it easy; survive to run the next race.

Nothing necessarily earth shattering except I have taken the time to consider different weather scenarios (along with how I am physically) so that going into the race I have several options and have planned accordingly.

So today’s lesson is about setting expectations on race day based on the prevailing conditions utilizing the knowledge and the data one has accumulated during their training. Sure, it may not guarantee a PR, but it increases the chances of a “good” race.

On the Jukebox: Bulletproof Heart – My Chemical Romance

Skip the Grief–Look Forward

2011-11-30T10:56:00.001-06:00

It was early on Monday morning and I could tell by the hesitation in the doctor’s voice the answer was “no.” The question? Will I at least be able to run a marathon this Sunday? Sigh. He did try to instill a sliver of hope, but by the time of my appointment on Tuesday the truth was out there; game off.

As runners we sometimes wallow in our grief, allowing ourselves to get into a funk, and that does nobody any good. Regardless of the severity of the injury, we have to move directly to the Acceptance Phase. Lingering, if only momentarily, in any phase of grief can lead to a more severe injury and/or a more damaged psyche. Take a few hours, have a cry, be sad, but then get over it. Why is this important for a runner? Let’s look at the Five Stages of Grief:

DENIAL: “I feel fine, it’s only a small thing.” Denial causes us to approach the next run with the same vigor and intensity as any other run to prove there is nothing wrong. If you are looking to make an injury worse, step right up to the Denial Phase.

Denial – Not pretty for many of us!

ANGER: “This is not fair. I spent so much time training.” Yes, it definitely sucks, but hanging in the Anger Phase makes hanging out with you a burden and that is not fair to your friends, family and loved ones who have supported your habit for so long.

BARGAINING: “If I just take it easy and go slow, I know I can do the distance – and I won’t bitch about my time.” The Bargaining Phase can get you into as much trouble, if not more, than the Denial Phase. It does not matter whether you are bargaining with yourself or another entity – bargaining does not lessen the effects of an injury.

DEPRESSION: “Why bother…” Been there, done that and Lady J will tell you I am not a fun person to be around when I cannot run. Lesson learned. You are not the only person with problems. Move on. Of course, the other lesson is that if you can still be active, don’t give up those opportunities – even if it is just a walk around the block.

We’re better than Batman…

ACCEPTANCE: “I can’t fight this, so I may as well get with the program.” This is where you need to be. The sooner you focus on recovery and follow the treatment plan, the sooner you will be running again.

Thanks to an injury to my hip/glute area, Monday evening I spent a bit of time in the Anger and Depression Phases, but by Tuesday morning I was ready to move forward. The California International Marathon is just another race I will not run. Nothing to see here, please move on.

My focus has turned to recovery and hoping the Houston Marathon in January is not out of the question. The challenge is, outside of a core workout, there is not a whole I can do presently. Hey! Wait a minute; I think it may be time to bring back The Hard Core Club. Done and done! Now we all have something to look forward to.

Story 47–I Was a Teenage Ice Cube

2011-11-25T07:34:00.001-06:00

Story 47 comes from an excerpt of my writings back in the happy go luck Navy Days during the Cold War. I was a Missile Technician onboard a submarine and my watch station was the Roving Patrol. Enjoy…

April 1982 – Sunday

So, here I am, out in the middle or somewhere thereabouts. The only thing that matters is that we (happily referring to all of “us”) are many feet below the surface of the Atlantic Ocean, which, I might add is a great place to be if you don’t care what time it is and have no affinity toward the weather.

I am often referred to (at least by me) as the “Rover Extraordinaire.” Being the Rover (or the more technical and exciting “Roving Patrol”), I rove. Unfortunately, the Roving Patrol watch is about as boring as any other watch station on this oversized tampon except that I get to carry a club (technical term: nightstick) or as the Navy puts it”…an extension of your arm.” I also get to carry a whistle. However, I am not allowed to use the club or the whistle except in the event of death or a close proximity thereof, both meanings which are loosely defined at best and are subject to interpretation.

For six hours, I rove around the missile compartment. What this entails is taking readings, none of which ever change (except the level of the poop tank), every hour.

Furthermore, I get to check locks and other assorted non-entities. All this leaves plenty of time to do things like maintain security around missile tubes, which are impossible to get into unless of course you have a really big bomb or you know the right people. Suffice to say, most of the time the right people are generally asleep or unavailable for comment.

Obviously this is Sunday, but not a Sunday like any other Sunday. Then again, on a submarine out in the middle of elsewhere, no day is like any other day. Bu this Sunday I am sitting here in the weapons office and I look great (hey, this is not modesty, just the facts). Just got out of the shower and boy was she good (typical topical submarine humor here). I’ve got my poopy suit on, complete with “regulation” Tom Petty t-shirt and I am wearing my Rocket Rod Laver Tennis Shoes.

However, at this point in time, tennis shoes are not a concern as I am unable to walk properly. You see, I was the unfortunate victim of a rabid supply drawer at Periscope Depth.

Now this was no ordinary rabid supply drawer.

The fact it was locked had no bearing on its ability to fly. Yes, I do mean fly. Six feet from a standing, or should I say, “locked” position may just qualify it as the super rabid supply drawer. The next thing you know it will leap cabinets in a single bound.

Flashback moment: Jamoosh is standing watch while the ship is at periscope depth in rough seas. While Jamoosh stands between missile tubes one and two, the ship rolls somewhat violently to the starboard side. Jamoosh well knows the ship will roll hard back to the port side. Jamoosh braces and the prediction is confirmed.

However, during the counter roll, the super rabid supply drawer (which I should note weighs about 35 pounds) breaks free and makes a one-way trip to Jamoosh’s right foot. The screams were incredible.

Once this homicidal maniac of a drawer was duly dislodged from my foot, it became apparent my foot was becoming a little large for my shoe. Hence the need to pry the trusty Rocket Rod Laver tennis shoe from my fast swelling foot. Once again, the screams were incredible. Think young girls at a Shaun Cassidy concert.

This would end up being a podiatric nightmare. Not necessarily for me, but for those who would have to stand my watches for the foreseeable future.

The Joneses Are On Their Own

2011-11-23T07:14:00.001-06:00

I don’t do Black Friday; especially this year given our economic circumstances. Hence, the Joneses will increase their lead. Or will they?

The psychology of Black Friday centers around two basic premises. One, in a never ending quest to keep up with the Joneses, our only advantage is deep discounts so we can accumulate all sorts of stuff we don’t really need. Two, the only way we can afford the best presents for our loved ones is to purchase them on Black Friday, when prices are at their lowest.

Two Ways That Deal Isn’t Such A Great Deal

MSRP – One simple way to make a good deal appear to be a great deal is to jack up the MSRP (Manufacturers Suggested Retail Price). Kohl’s loves to do this. Are you excited about a set of Cuisinart Knives for $59.99, a whopping $110.00 off of MSRP? Well of course you are. Then again, you probably didn’t know the MSRP listed on the Cuisinart site is $119.00 and other retailers are selling the same knives for $89.00 – $99.00 without any advertised discount. Huh…

DERIVATIVES – Derivatives are products made by the same manufacturer that appear to look almost like a standard model, except they are manufactured with cheaper parts and are missing a few features. TVs, Laptops, Printers and other electronics are typically candidates for derivative models. The clue is the model number will be slightly different or the model number applies to a single retailer.

Consumer reports has an excellent article on derivatives here.

More Means More – Not

Most retail analysts are in agreement that extending Black Friday hours does not increase sales, but merely distributes the same sales over a longer period of time.

Furthermore, the ever-extending holiday season – called “Christmas Creep” by some – is watering down holiday deals and Black Friday is not turning heads the way it used to.

The good news is that despite all the pomp, circumstance and extended hours, according to a Time article the number of Black Friday shoppers is on the decline. Unfortunately, despite the decline many box-store employees will still lose time with their families in order to be on hand Thursday night for a simulation in madness.

Thankful Thursday on a Wednesday

My sister (and her three giggling teenage daughters) are already in town and my in-laws are a few hours away. Thus this year we will have family representing both coasts (California and Florida) in the house.

I am thankful I have such an awesome family and look forward to just hanging out and enjoying their company over the next few days. Because more than anything, Thanksgiving is about family. Whether it is a family of two or twenty celebrating.

May your travels be safe and your holiday be wonderful. May your turkey trots be fast and fun and may you enjoy the reveille of family and friends.

Take care my peeps.

Beer Education Series–Winter Warmer

2011-11-22T06:14:00.001-06:00

It’s the most wonderful time of the near. If you are a beer lover that is. This time of year marks the appearance of darker beers such as porters and stouts, a variety of holiday or celebration beers and of course, the winter warmer.

Granted, in our everything all the time sales cycle, some of the aforementioned brews are available year around, notably porters and stouts. The winter warmer by nature (and name) is only available during the late fall and winter months.

The winter warmer is a higher alcohol beer and was originally brewed for late autumn and early winter festivals. The colder weather required a beer able to keep festival goers warm.

Typically, a winter warmer features a big malty presence and low bittering. Unfortunately, there is not consistent agreement about what a winter warmer should be other than higher alcohol warmth.

When it comes to the winter warmer, some breweries choose to make an enhanced version of their flagship beer, whereas other breweries add spices, herbs, fruit, chocolate and other seasonal/holiday ingredients.

Tasting a winter warmer can be an adventure and since most every winter warmer is an ale, it’s best to let it warm up just a bit in order to enjoy all the flavors.

Since there is such a variety of winter warmers food pairing can be a little tricky if it is a brand you have not tried before. That said, you can’t go wrong pairing a winter warmer with shortbread Christmas cookies. Oh yum!

One of the better winter warmers on the market is the Anchor Christmas. I choose to highlight this one because it is available in most regions of the US. The Anchor Christmas is a different recipe every year and consistently offers up the premise of what a winter warmer should be.

Finally, winter warmers tend to be between 5.5 and 8.0 percent alcohol. However, some breweries are going bigger so check the label. While I wouldn’t classify most winter warmers as sipping beers, the higher alcohol content is reason enough to drink responsibly and employ a designated driver if out with friends.

Life Goes On

2011-11-18T08:41:00.001-06:00

Hey Mav, do you still have the name of that truck driving school?
– Anthony Edwards as “Goose” in Top Gun.

When it comes to blogging, a question that often arises is how far does one open the window into their life. Some bloggers keep their audience on the peripheral and focus more on a particular subject while keeping details about themselves to a minimum. At the other end of the scale, some folks don’t mind telling you how many times they poop every day and the intensity of the resulting stank.

At The Lounge I have focused on two main subjects, running and beer, while injecting personal anecdotes, stories relating to my two main subjects, and a glimpse into who/what I am. I tend to stay away from some subjects, work and politics for example, because I don’t think they add anything to the conversation I want to have.

I am also not one who likes to attract attention. I would rather be a part of the landscape than front and center. I guess one could argue this is a little ironic since I publish a blog virtually anyone can see. However, to be honest, when I compose a post I am thinking more about a few family members who are readers and a small sub-set of my Followers, of whom I believe I have a special relationship rather than the grander audience at large.

All this posturing eventually begs the question, what does one share? Does one avoid the negative or embrace it as part of their humanity. Does one downplay a failure or reveal their humility.

So with that said, I am delving into a subject I often avoid or only talk about peripherally: work. Specifically, I have none. I was laid off this week and the timing certainly sucks.

I saw this coming, but didn’t expect it to be this soon. The company I have been working for has been struggling for the last several years – since the economic downturn - and its livelihood depends on identifying a different revenue model and alternate revenue streams. The reality is, while the consultants (including myself) have always delivered excellent service, the organization itself has not been a good consulting company.

The individuals in charge of the company are good people and they are bright. They have succeeded famously elsewhere. Unfortunately, consulting is not their niche and the state of the economy revealed that. Therefore, looking at different products and service offerings is a smart move, even at the expense of much of the employee base.

Obviously, Lady J and I will have our strength tested over the next couple of months. November and December are typically slow months for hiring professionals and in my profession, one is not typically hired quickly, but over a much longer period of time.

Thus we become more minimalist in our lifestyle and hope the savings hold out until I can find another job.

Unfortunately, this means the cancellation of The 12 Beers of Christmas. I cannot remember the last time Jaclyn and I didn’t host this annual festivity, so it’s a bitter pill for sure. On the other hand, I don’t have to give up CIM (California International Marathon). This is mainly because everything is being paid for in points – even our food. Sadly, we do have to give up our vacation associated with the trip, but sacrifices must be made.

Honestly, I am a bit stunned right now. Kind of like being outside your body and looking at events from a detached point of view. Coming down to earth will be a bit emotional I am sure and that means I have no idea how much, if anything more, I will share on this subject in the future.

I guess it’s time to pull up the big boy pants.

No seriously – can you see me behind the wheel of an 18 wheeler? Trust me, this is not a good thing. Specifically with all the idiots, who somehow obtained a driver’s license, on the roads. 18 Wheeler of Death – Hello!

On the Jukebox: I’m Still Standing – Elton John

Story 48

2011-11-16T05:56:00.001-06:00

When I was in 4th Grade, I signed up to play little league basketball. To be honest, I was not very good, but I liked playing. The league had one small issue: there were enough castaways (including me) to have a team, but nobody to coach said team.

I had no Kobe in me…

Thankfully, my Dad stepped up. Just so he could make me cry. No, just kidding, although he did make me cry, but more on that in a minute.

My Dad kept things simple, focusing on the fundamentals and giving each kid the same amount of attention and the same opportunity. This concept was foreign to most other coaches in the league, who played their worst players as little as possible and tried to get their best players as many points as possible.

My Dad was the opposite. Every kid on our team got to play much more than the minimum mandated by the league. It didn’t matter what the score was or at what point in the game we were, if it was your turn to go in, you went in. If the game was on the line with less than a minute to go, the awkward kid got to stay in the game, because it was his turn and he deserved (in my Dad’s eyes) to play as much as everyone else.

This may seem ironic, but even though we lost every game that year, every kid on that team had fun. And we all learned a lot. I specifically learned not to show off during practice. During a drill one day I dribbled the ball behind my back. Or should I say, tried to dribble the ball behind my back. My Dad called me on it. Not because he was my Dad, but because he was the Coach. Unfortunately, I didn’t look at him as my Coach, but as my Dad and the situation brought tears to my eyes. Damn you 4th grade emotions.

At the end of the season, my Dad let the team vote on the Most Valuable, Most Inspirational, and Most Improved Players because he thought that was the fair thing to do. And in 1972 I received the only trophy I would ever get up to this point – Most Improved Player.

It’s been several years since I have stepped on a basketball court. But I did keep playing in High school, on a Navy team, and an intramural team in college. All because my Dad stepped up and volunteered to coach a team of castaways back in ‘72. Thanks Dad.

Enter the Taper

2011-11-15T06:01:00.001-06:00

Thank You!

Brian & Melissa
Jennifer C.
Joja Jogger
Boring Adam
Miss Zippy
Mr. D
Sara & Julia
P1t0
Vince and Kathleen

Me and My Taper

I am in full on taper mode and I am loving every minute of it.

Taper madness?

Alice doesn’t like The Taper…

Pshaw! Taper madness only affects the weak-minded. Personally, I embrace the Taper. It is a joyous occasion – marking the completion of your training and rewarding you for your dedication (assuming of course, you followed your plan).

The Taper is a time to relax; not completely mind you; but to let those minor aches and dull pains work themselves out, giving you renewed spirit and vigor for race day.

The Taper is a time to fine tune the little details. One last chance to solidify the fueling strategy or determine whether or not you are “go” with a particular piece of equipment.

There is no worrying about the weather during the Taper. The Taper is the time to validate different scenarios and plan accordingly, so whatever Mother Nature and the Running Gods throw at you on race day, you are ready.

Yes, hug the Taper; cuddle with the Taper; make the Taper your own. I Love You Taper!

Welcome Back

Speaking of love… I love me a good sweat. And Houston obliged me this morning in typical fashion. In fact, for my first recovery run not in Atlanta, Mother Nature reminded me what 97% humidity felt like.

It has been awhile since I ran in near 100% water vapor and it was oddly refreshing. Thank you Mother Nature, may I have another!

Decisions

2011-11-14T14:40:00.001-06:00

Sleeping In

Until 4:45! Yup. Normally on Monday’s I am leaving the Homestead at 4:50 AM for the airport. Not this week, which afforded me an additional 45 minutes of sleep and the opportunity to get in a lower body workout. Sweet!

I’m not sure what the heck that is, but it is not the lower body workout I am referring to.

Clarification

I want to clear up a little misconception about Saturday’s 22 Mile Run. The goal paces listed should have been published as follows:

Segment 1 (9 miles): 30-45 seconds slower than marathon pace @ 9:30 – 9:40
Segment 2 (13 miles): marathon pace @ 9:00

Hopefully this will clear up any confusion about me being “fast”…

No! But…

Sometimes the hardest and smartest thing to do is to say “no”; to just walk away.

In the last week or so, two opportunities have presented themselves to me. Both are opportunities that required consideration. Unfortunately, in both cases, I had to take a pass.

Then again, this morning I was feeling rather good after my lower body workout and thought, “Huh, if I feel this good two days after a 22 miler…”

I know better.

On January 22nd, 2012 is the Carlsbad Marathon. On February 11, 2012 is the Jailbreak Half Marathon. Both races are worthy of my cash flow and both have the opportunity to be special. Carlsbad is an opportunity to meet Jill, Tara and Marcia. Jailbreak is an opportunity to defend my title in the 45-49 age group, likely the only age group win I will ever have.

Sadly, Carlsbad is a week after Houston and Jailbreak is a week before Surfside. “What?” you say, knowing very well this is doable. Indeed, it is doable and I am no stranger to running marathons and half marathons on back to back weekends. Heck, I have done them on back to back days.

Unfortunately, Houston and Surfside, along with CIM are all designated as potential “goal” races. In at least one of those I will not only try to PR, but break four hours.

Having done marathons and half marathons on back-to-back weekends, I am more than aware it takes a conservative approach. But you know what? Conservative ain’t getting me a PR.

Back-to-back is no laughing matter

Hence, in the case of Carlsbad, it’s just not viable for me to go all out at Houston and have enough the next weekend for a decent showing. With Jailbreak, I don’t feel I can run a fast half marathon and have the necessary recovery to make a PR effort on the sand at Surfside a week later.

Thus, my talents will be staying at home those weekends.

On the Jukebox: Overkill – Men At Work

Fabulous

2011-11-12T10:40:00.001-06:00

Last long run before I Enter the Taper! Yay. 22 big miles as opposed to 22 regular miles. Although inherently, there is no difference, 22 “big” miles sounds much better and ironically, bigger.

According to my training plan, I was supposed to do this:

22 miles @ 9:39 - 9:54;
Last 8 Miles @ 9:09.

My personal goals:

Segment 1 @ 9:30 – 9:40;
Segment 2 @ 9:00

Actuals

Segment 1: 8.8 miles @ 9:35

Segment 2: 13.2 miles @ 8:55

Definitely not feeling blue about that!

Segment 1 went off without a hitch, although I arrived back at base just a little late and ended up going out with the last group after I switched out my bottle and grabbed a gel.

I think it was a blessing in disguise because I knew I should be passing them, hence I wasn’t just falling in with a group and running their pace.

I definitely had some focus going in Segment 2. Early on I passed Junie B and didn’t realize it. Thankfully she pointed this out. This happens to me a lot when running. I’ll see someone I know and it won’t register immediately. They will say “hey”; I’ll say “hey” back and about a quarter mile later it will click and I’ll think to myself, “huh, that was so and so.”

By the way, you should really check out Junie’s Blog. I think she may go all “cougar” on some guy within the next few months! At the very least, you’ll get some good running information.

Segment 2 was going brilliantly until about Mile 8 (Mile 16.8 overall). I hit that point in a run where I realize the pace I am currently running is as fast as I can go. So my goal was to make sure I did not lose my 8:55 average for the segment. Which I did at Mile 12 (Mile 20.8 overall). Stinking traffic not only screwed me over, but stole my mojo, albeit temporarily.

Tom Petty has mojo. I did not.

By the time I got going again I was looking at an 8:57 average with 1.2 miles to go. Furthermore, my legs did not want to get moving again after having to stop. But I was not going to be denied. I started cranking my arms and my legs had no choice but to follow. My last mile was my fastest of the day (8:40) and the Garmin finally showed 8:55 with just a tenth to go. Victory!

Peanut Butter and Banana

I kicked up my pre-run HEED shake this morning by adding peanut butter and a banana. The extra calories definitely helped me. I may have to make this a regular part of the routine.

The Ice Bath Cometh

After the run, I stretched, drove home, foam rolled the legs, and then prepared the ice bath. I am of the Church of Acclimation versus the Church of What the Holy Hell. I sit in an empty tub, turn the cold water on, and once the water has covered my legs I pour in several bags of ice.

Either way, it’s still frickin’ cold and my male protrusion looks like it’s turning blue. I say “protrusion” because it has retreated as much as possible. He’s also unhappy, “Hey, I contributed nothing to the run. Why do I have to deal with an ice flow?” Does have a point.

But the ice bath makes the hot shower feel so much better!

IT Bandage

For the most part, the IT Band behaved. The good Dr. Vargo performed active release on it yesterday and that seemed to keep it in check. There is still some pain, but she recommended I get a deep tissue massage, which will happen Monday.

Overall

Overall, I would have to say this is one of my better 20+ mile runs. Now I just need to keep this momentum rolling for another three weeks.

Supporting Freedom

2011-11-11T09:22:00.001-06:00

It’s Veteran’s Day today and although I am a veteran myself, the day has special meaning for me because of the service of my Grandfather, Father, Mother, several Uncles and an Aunt.

One thing I do not do on this blog is reveal the organization I am working at or the project I am working on. In this case it’s not secret, but sometimes it could be. Regardless, I am making an exception this one time because it will be fairly obvious as you read through this post.

I have been working a project at The Home Depot since the end of March and one thing that has always stood out is their support of our military personnel, both past and present.

The Home Depot is very overt about their support. It’s more than just a few posters or events. It’s a company wide coalition of employees who care deeply about those who are defending and have defended freedom for our country.

For example, yesterday Home Depot employees took over part of the cafeteria and began putting together care packages for our troops. They were using their ubiquitous orange buckets and filling them with necessities and nice to have items. Hundreds and hundreds of buckets will shortly be going to our troops.

Recently a contest was held to decorate a Home Depot Apron in a way that reflected our military. For over a week, the Atlanta Office had over 1/4 mile of aprons strung up on the main floor. Here is an example:

Also this week a mulit-panel tribute to the Tuskegee Airmen was erected in the main hallway:

Finally, as part of Veterans Day, there is a section in the main hall that remembers Home Depot Associates who have lost their lives in combat:

This particular display has been put up multiple times since I started the project. Sadly, it continues to grow.

Today, The Home Depot will host a special Drill Team and one of the original Tuskegee Airmen on the top of their parking garage. As a veteran, it makes me feel special seeing the outpouring of support this organization gives to our military. It is an example that despite the quest for profits and market share, one company continually remembers there is a reason and a price for the freedoms we all share.

Thank you Home Depot. More importantly, thank you to the veterans who have fought for our country over the last several hundred years and to those fighting today so that we may have freedom tomorrow.

Dirty Little Secret

2011-11-10T08:01:00.001-06:00

In all seriousness for a moment.

First the Catholic Church; now Penn State.

It is a heinous crime, legally and morally, to violate an innocent child. So heinous in fact, it is no secret that prisoners convicted of sexual abuse of a child are reviled just as much in prison as in the outside world.

The outrage over the Catholic Church covering up the sins of their priests is warranted. As is the outrage over Penn State leadership failing to act accordingly when knowledge of Jerry Sandusky’s molestation of a child, on campus grounds, was presented.

Joe Paterno, cleared legally by a Grand Jury, but vilified morally for not going to authorities was fired by Penn State Trustees late last night. The firing of Paterno, along with the University President, should have been expected; the Trustees essentially had no choice.

The problem, in my opinion, is in both the case of the Catholic Church and Penn State a greater lesson is being left on the table. We expect the leadership of our core institutions to be upright, morally sound individuals, who will do the right thing in the best interests of their constituents and their core beliefs. And when we find out insipid crimes and shocking violations have been swept under the carpet, our fury pegs the needle of our moral compass.

Unfortunately, both the Catholic Church and Penn State did what many families do in situations such as this – they tried to protect their own. Violations against children (and other family members) become a dirty little secret that, if never spoken of, will simply go away.

But it never goes away. Children are scarred for life with emotional pain that stays with them years and decades later. The perpetrators, who have seemingly gotten away with their perversion, continue to harm others.

We, as a society, expect Bishops and Cardinals to be honest and forthcoming. We obviously expect the same of Joe Paterno and other highly visible leaders. We should expect the same for the caretakers of children – parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts.

Families have no more right to sweep a dirty little secret under the carpet than the Catholic Church or Penn State University. And that is a lesson that is being ignored. Joe Paterno was expected to stand up for a child who had no voice. Every adult in a family unit (or in any situation) should be expected to do the same.

By our standards, a monster was left on the loose for nearly ten years because Joe Paterno (and others) did not notify the authorities. His firing is morally right. As I previously mentioned, the University Trustees had no choice; Paterno had to go. But so must Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob cannot be a dirty little secret that is shunned and avoided; talked about only in hushed tones. Uncle Bob is a despicable person who will still have access to children. They may not be children from your family, but they are children nonetheless.

Streaker - Story 49

2011-11-09T06:58:00.001-06:00

And so begins Story 49 in my countdown to 50.

It’s not that it is unusual or unheard of. It’s that nearly 50 years later both my parents like to remind me and anyone else in the vicinity that it happened – apparently often.

Photo is a re-enactment…

I am obviously referring to baby streaking. To wit, as a tot I did not appreciate a wet diaper. Rather than get it changed, I am told I merely removed said diaper and ran around in my birthday suit. It didn’t matter where. Inside, outside, Westside, Southside – probably to comments such as “There goes that Jamoosh kid again…”

By the way – my ass is just as cute today as it was back in the 60’s. Just sayin’!

Of course, I outgrew this embarrassing (for my parents) habit and have become an upstanding member of society (laugh out loud). Then again, if I ever have to wear adult diapers…

Band Slam

I think a great marathon performance is all in the timing.

This weekend I have a 22 mile long run scheduled. The last long run before I Enter the Taper! Do you see what I am doing here? I am using a special font to make it seem like a Taper is this supernatural beast that can only be conquered by the mind. Whatever, Tapers don’t faze me. What does faze me is an ornery IT Band.

Not the IT Band I am writing of.

Unfortunately, I have not run all week thanks to an uncooperative IT Band. I don’t know where this rebellion came from and I cannot get it checked until Friday morning. I do know that it will bother me if I cannot get my long run on this weekend. Thus, I am hoping the good Dr. Vargo can work her magic (which is usually active release in the most painful of ways) and this is merely a speed bump on the Marathon Highway.

On the Jukebox: It Gets Hot – Electric Six (EMZ – you will love this song)

Sweat and Cold

2011-11-03T08:14:00.001-05:00

From espnW:

Lauren Fleshman has just come in from a 22-mile run that doubled as a science project. As she ran for two-and-a-half hours through Eugene, Ore., with her coach, Mark Rowland, biking alongside her, the two were looking at more than Fleshman's mileage and pace. "It was a super dorky long run, where you try to track your sweat loss, because I've never done anything like that before," she explained. "I had a scale in the parking lot where I started, and I weighed myself holding all my full water bottles and gels. When we got back, I weighed myself holding the empty water bottles and gel wrappers."
The result? "Holding all the bottles and gels, I was 137 pounds. Holding all the empties, because I finished it all, I was 131 pounds." Even drinking everything, she dropped six pounds from sweat loss.

FYI: Fleshman will be making her marathon debut in NYC.

This portion of the post isn’t about hydrating and isn’t one of those you “must” proclamations. It’s about awareness. The understanding that you as a runner are unique. Hence, it’s up to you to do your own little science projects to not only learn about how your body operates, but what works best for your body and at different distances rather than just accept, at face value, what a publication or blogger writes.

Fleshman’s expertise is the 5000 meter race. But you can’t just multiply the training, the hydrating, the diet and other factors by 8.5 and boom – you are as efficient running a marathon as you are a 5K. The fact she did a “super dorky” long run should be inspiration to runners of all levels and coaches alike.

Coldness = Energy Loss

Would you like to lose weight this winter? Set your thermostat to 59 degrees…

Runners often embrace cooler and sometimes colder temperatures. Our pace quickens and we don’t seem to need to hydrate as much. But the cold has a naughty little secret we often forget about after we start our run and warm up. It’s sapping our energy. Just like a drafty door frame or window sill can cause energy loss in your home, cold temperatures can cause an energy loss in you.

The twenty minutes you stand pre-run or worse, pre-race, trying to stay warm is energy leaving the bank. When you are cold, your body works harder to keep you warm. As it works, your body is consuming energy that will no longer be available to you on the course. Hence, you will tire sooner and you may find yourself disappointed by your final result.

The solution? Find your warm spot.

I’m am not going to get into layering or finding some low cost sweats that can be discarded at the start of a race. We all likely know these things. This is merely a reminder that showing up at the start line in a singlet and shorts in 35-45 degree weather isn’t really impressing anyone unless you are really good at the shiver dance.

I know I’m not an elite athlete, so I need all the energy I can muster for my performance. If that means mismatched sweats I found on sale at Wally Mart, I’ll be the dork!

50 Stories

2011-11-02T08:57:00.001-05:00

July of 2012 will mark a half century of Jamoosh on this rock we call earth. Since many people, and especially vendors, love to mark specific anniversaries, I thought I would countdown to the occasion with 50 different stories from my lifetime. Today I give you Story 50. But first…

Passing On Speed Work

Momentarily. This morning’s temperatures hovered right around 40 degrees and as many of you know, I gladly embrace the colder days. Typically I will roll out of bed and make my way up one side and then down the other side of the hill to the location I work on my speed.

Yet this morning I was a no show. This likely made the guy I usually see very happy since he did not have to restrain his dog (apparently his dog likes to poop in the field adjacent to the street I run on at 4:30 AM) as I blazed up and down my course time and time again.

I decided to defer my speed work to this afternoon when temperatures are warmer, not because I don’t like the cold (and really, 40 isn’t that cold), but to be prepared in case my upcoming marathon features warmer than usual weather.

You see, I can easily acclimate to colder- but warmer is a different situation. Hence, whenever the opportunity presents itself over these next five weeks, my workouts will be on the warmer versus the colder side.

Story #50

I am a dork. But perhaps I am a lovable dork. I have never been smooth with the ladies and was more shy than outgoing with women I liked. Hence, I often had to resort to some unique methods in order to get to know a girl better.

For those of you who watch How I Met Your Mother, you may remember an early episode where Ted throws a party as a means to get to know and impress Robin. Long before How I Met Your Mother, I did the same thing. I threw a Super Bowl Party (Tennessee vs. St. Louis) and invited Lady J.

The party and the game were fantastic. The food I prepared was outstanding and many of the guests said so. It was the perfect storm of a great game, awesome food, fabulous guests, and – of course – excellent beer. Only one thing was missing: Lady J.

That’s right; my sole reason for the party was a no show. She opted to fly to Tampa (her hometown) instead and watch the Super Bowl with her sister. Doh Double Doh!

It would be several months before I threw another party and surprisingly, that one (a BBQ) she made it to. And I did not leave her side the entire time. Sure, I may not have been the best host that day toward the rest of the guests, but my parties run themselves, so no harm, no foul.

Of course, we all know how this turned out. I just hope she still has no desire to trade me in!

So yeah, Lady J – two party minimum!

Take the Shirt Off My Back

2011-11-01T06:46:00.001-05:00

The singlet I received for the Houston Half Marathon a couple of weeks back went immediately into the Goodwill/Charity bag we keep at home.

I don’t have a natural attachment to race shirts (besides, that one sucked) and I don’t feel special wearing most of them because I’m not really a “look what race I ran” type of guy.

As for running shirts in general, there are some folks who, whenever the weather cooperates, opt to run shirt free and a few who can actually pull it off. I, on the other hand, respect the public and in deference to them cover my upper half, hence I wear a shirt when I run.

That, my friends, is a picture of 77 super deluxe, wicking, running shirts. Unfortunately, these are not all the running shirts (of the wicking variety) that I own. Some are in the laundry basket and several are stashed in Atlanta. But as you can see it is quite a few. Probably quite a few too many if you ask me.

Does it seem I have every possible shade of orange? I just might. How about all the different yellows, greens and blues? Sheesh. And less than a half dozen are from actual races. My gosh!

And by the way, I have gone through and whittled the number of shirts down more than once in the last couple of years.

I can almost explain the two left columns, which are all long-sleeved shirts of varying weights – I don’t like to layer so I have different shirts for different conditions. So yeah, buy that.

Upon realizing the mass of running shirt material filling my closet I knew what I had to do. Yup, I put myself on running shirt probation. No running shirts for me until at least March. The only exception is at a Race Expo, where I rarely buy shirts anyway. Not saying it hasn’t happened; I picked up one of those sweet limeade green shirts at the Houston Expo this year.

Space Beer

You read it here first! If you burp in space…

Go Texans

On Sunday I took Lady J to the Houston Texans game for her birthday. Not only did the Texans win in her honor, Lady J also scored a JJ Watt jersey (ladies cut, thank you very much) and a sweet Texans sweatshirt.

All in all a good day for my favorite lady.

In The Books

2011-10-31T11:17:00.001-05:00

Happy Halloween. Make sure you take 20% of your kid’s candy for yourself. I, on the other hand have no vermin so I will be candy free. Seriously, I have vowed not to take one piece of offered candy in an effort to lose a few more pounds before my December Marathon.

20 Miles – Done

This weekend I had a 20 miler scheduled (technically I had a 21 miler scheduled, but since my last long run ended up being 22 miles – two miles longer than scheduled, I figured a few thousand feet between friends was OK) and it went well. Perhaps better than well.

I was welcomed with 50 degree temperatures at the start and finish, although I am positive it dropped a few degrees during the run and then rebounded. The 85% humidity was almost unnoticeable. Could Fall actually be arriving in the Houston area?

I had several different things going on during this run:

Fueling strategy
Running with a group
Strong/fast(er) finish

Fueling

I have adopted a new fueling strategy, which includes doing a pre-run 16 oz. serving of HEED. This has been working much better than solid foods, but does pose a problem, especially on cooler days. The colder the temperature the harder the body works to keep warm and the faster liquids are absorbed and ready for “release.” Unfortunately, I had three “releases” in the first six or so miles. Hence, depending on the temperature I may reduce the amount of water I mix the HEED with.

Overall, my hydration was spot on, so on the one hand the extra water pre-run is helpful, but it also has its downside.

Group Running

Although I run with a marathon training group, I pretty much do my own thing, thus I never really run with a group. I plan on running with a pace group for the California International Marathon, so one of my goals on this run was to spend about a third of it running with a group – or in this case shadowing one.

I will be doing this again during my next long run. Not that I failed this time around, but the urge to pull ahead and go a bit faster was definitely there. It never hurts to practice some patience.

Side step: During Houston this year (January) I passed the 4:15 pace group just before Mile 12. I debated doing so for about half a mile or so before I made my move around them. I just felt so darned good. Of course, in hindsight, I should have stayed with them and would have had a better finish. Lesson learned.

Finish Strong

I finished strong, but for not as long as I would have liked. My last four miles were all 8:44 +/- 2 seconds. I would have liked to have made that the last six miles (10K), but the topography – mainly dirt trails put me on the conservative side. I just didn’t feel taking the risk of running faster around roots, mud and water (at Rice University) was justified during a training run five weeks from a marathon.

Positive

Definitely a positive run and a confidence builder. Of course, we’ll see what the next one two weeks from now brings.

And Finally

I know many of the more “serious” runners out there go for a special shake after a long run – more power to you! But if you know me, you know better. I scored all my post-run polyphenols and antioxidants by enjoying a Dogfish Head Palo Santo Marron and a Cigar CIty Jose Marti Porter. Will run for beer – indeed! As for protein? Beef baby!

We Have a Winner

2011-10-28T12:04:00.001-05:00

Yes, of course I am announcing a winner. But first…

The one nice thing about the organization I am currently working at is there is a nice walking path on the campus that is perfect for a post lunch walk to loosen the legs.

Color has begun to make its way to the Atlanta area and along with cool temperatures, each afternoon walk is a burst of orange, yellow and red hues set among many evergreens.

Winner - Random Letter Generator – What?

Call me a rebel or call me an innovator. But never say I take the easy way out. Since everyone who entered the Nite Beams Giveaway is a Follower (or magically became one overnight), I thought rather than do the typical random number generation, I would go with some random letters, courtesy of a random letter generator.

This is a genius way to pick a winner.

I am positive that excitement abounds.

The first letter is:

That narrows it down to Junie, Jill and Jen.

Dang, this is exciting.

I bet at least three of you are on the edge of your seats.

I hope the rest of you are excited for them.

You know, the next letter could be a consonant.

Seriously, the random generator is random.

I know, I tested it out earlier this week.

Ironically, I would have won!

If it is a consonant or an “a” or an “o” I will have to discard and try again.

This could be really drawn out.

Perhaps this isn’t the best of ideas.

Excitement can only build so much and then you start losing people.

Please don’t go.

The next letter is:

Congratulations Jen @ Run For Anna. Not only have you won pink and blue flashing LED lights from Jamoosh and Lady J (OK, it was all Lady J – I merely facilitated), but apparently you also get a free link to your blog. Further, you can count me as a Follower. Best Friday EVER!

The weekend beckons. Many of you are stepping out for a 26.2 romp at MCM or other venue. Some have half marathons on the docket and yours truly is on the hook for a 20+ mile training run. Whatever your distance, run smart and run safe!

Certify Your Run

2011-10-26T05:47:00.001-05:00

Happy Birthday to Lady J! She turns 30-something today. Unfortunately, she is at home and I am in Atlanta, working for The Man. Just means I’ll have to talk dirty to her tonight.

Be Cool to the Course

Miss Zippy’s most recent post prompted me to remind everyone about course distance. Keep in mind two things:

"Certified" means a course has been measured to exacting standards and is at least the stated distance. For example the 2012 US Olympic Marathon course in Houston is certified at 26.2156506 miles.
A course is measured based on the shortest route a runner can possibly take. Meaning it is measured using the shortest tangents at corners and curves.

It’s not easy for a race director to get a (Certified) course the exact distance. They have to work very hard at it. Consider there are limitations where the start and finish lines can be placed and what street closures can be negotiated. Also consider the desire to end a race in front of (or inside of) a particular building or venue (for example a state capitol or stadium). Sure you can work the course backwards, but it may not make sense to start the race where you end up.

Go out to G-Maps Pedometer and map a marathon or half marathon in your town or city. It’s not as easy as you might think – especially when the next step is selling the city on it. Further, remember that G-Maps doesn’t map by tangent, so even if you were to get it right on, when someone comes to certify your course it will still be off and you could be moving your Start or Finish Line.

Once a course is certified, it means for you to run the exact distance, you have to run every single tangent (corner and curve). Not as easy as one might expect, especially on a crowded course.

Thus, always give the race committee a tenth. Of course, if they are off by half a mile, that is a different story.

Also, if you don’t think running the tangents is important, think again.

(Click to Enlarge)

The above represents the last 2.3 miles of the Houston Half Marathon. Notice the curves in Allen Parkway, which is three lanes wide. Running on just one side of the street increases your distance and your time versus running the tangents (below).

(Graphic: 2011 USATF)

Think about doing this for an entire race. Extra feet mean extra yards, which can lead to an extra tenth or more. Depending on your pace, that can add 20 seconds to over a minute of extra time to your race. Further, it can also affect where you finish (and worse, who you finish around) Example:

The young lady in pink should have finished ahead of me. She passed me three times on Allen Parkway. Except, she ran on the far right the whole time and I ran the tangents. My finishing kick didn’t beat her, the line she ran did. Now she is stuck with Finish Line pictures of me front and center. FAIL.

Race Report–Houston Half

2011-10-25T05:35:00.001-05:00

Look at me – Now look at you.

Now look at me again – Now look at you again.

Look at my butt; nice huh? - Now look at your butt; too many donuts, yes?

Now look at me – And take a hard look at you; five inches shorter and out-weighing me by a good 60 pounds.

DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU SHOULD BE STARTING THE RACE THIS FAR UP?

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This past Sunday I lined up for the Houston Half Marathon, for which my excitement levels were in the “contained” zone. My goal was to run the race around marathon pace with a negative split as well as get some race day experience (my last race was in April) without the usual pressure.

I did get the negative split, but I ran most of the miles a bit faster than marathon pace. After the first two miles, which included a bathroom break, everything was in the mid-upper eights. The last mile was my fastest (8:25).

The weather was OK. 67 degrees at the start with nearly 90% humidity. The good news is the humidity dropped quickly into the upper 70’s. The bad news is the temperature was rising almost as fast as the humidity was dropping.

The Bad

The race started ten minutes late. I’m not sure why, but I think it was because the mosquitos hadn’t finished feeding.

At the two minute and thirty-eight second mark (Jamoosh Time) I ran into a wall of walkers (probably Run-Walkers) that had become a three lane amoeba. Seriously? There are at least a dozen half marathon/marathon training groups in the Houston area and you are telling me that not one of them teaches proper race etiquette?

In the first two miles we went from five lanes to one lane to three lanes. But our three lanes contained parked cars and police cars, so we were doing three lanes-two lanes-three lanes-two lanes-one lane-two lanes-three lanes. You get the idea.

I had to use the bathroom at Mile Two – thankfully we had just looped back to the Start/Finish area so there were plenty of port-a-potties to be had; no lines-no waiting.

Apparently there is a new kind of obnoxious along the course these days. The guy yelling out running advice: “Relax your form” “Swing your arms more” “Lengthen your stride” - Needless to say at the 4.5 mile point of the race at least two of those three are incorrect.

The Good

The volunteers were loud and vocal at the water stops which is always a plus. They also did a great job managing the debris field.

Miles three through thirteen were all under nine minutes.

I never fully pushed myself during this race although I did sprint at the end – I had to keep the chicks at bay. Wait, you mean they weren’t chasing after me, they were trying to beat me? Oh, that explains a few things...

Goody bag at the end: Sun Chips, sleeve of peanuts, Slim Jim & Fruity Bites. Win!

The medal was pretty nice. They seem to be doing a better job each year with the medal.

I was able to see Lady J at three points on the course, plus at the finish.

Post race I got to hang out with good friends Lynette (faster than me) and Jon (much faster than me) in the under-sized St. Arnold Beer Garden.

The Indifferent

I had trouble breaking out at several of the curves. By “breaking out” I am referring to the point when you begin setting yourself up for the next tangent.

The St. Arnold Brewing area was approximately 60X60 feet. Thanks to chicken sh*t TABC rules, nobody could leave the area with a beer, which created a cluster-funk. Ironically, if you brought your own beer you could wander freely around the grounds of the after-party.

The Finisher shirt makes it seem like the RRCA State Championship was the big deal of the day. I guarantee 98% of the runners were not competing for the Championship and most of the spectators along the course didn’t know about it.

Doing the Math

My first half was done in 1:01:22; my second half was 55:43 for an overall time of 1:57:05 and a negative split.

Discounting the first two miles (Mile 1: 10:39 and Mile 2: 10:13, including bathroom break) all my miles were 8:40 +/- 10 seconds excepting Mile 9: 8:27 and Mile 13: 8:25. This run was supposed to be about consistency, so I am pretty happy with those stats.

By the way, my fastest miles in the first half were the miles I saw Lady J. My fastest miles in the second half were also the miles I saw Lady J. I need to work on a plan to get Lady J at every single mile of my next marathon.

Age Group 88/186

Overall 767/2732

Lessons Learned

Admittedly, I may have started a bit further back than I should have. However, I based my starting position on other runners I know from a couple of different training groups who would likely be running around the same pace as me.

I can probably keep up sub nines (depending on the weather) for about 18 miles. My splits (miles 3-13) were faster than that, so I am going to need to slow it down some come marathon day or I’ll be walking a lot in the last 10K. And even today I am not sure a 9:00 minute average is doable come December 4. But the training continues.

My new fueling strategy needs some tweaking (less water; more fuel), but appears to be working out well, including where I carry my bottle (more on this in a different post).

Overall

I am more than satisfied with my performance – especially since I approached this race from a training perspective. No real soreness two days later and I was able to complete my scheduled run (speed work – 15 segments) this morning with no issues.

I am however a charter member of the Itchy & Scratchy show thanks to all the mosquito bites.

Be Safe–Giveaway

2011-10-24T04:29:00.001-05:00

Since I often espouse safety on the run, it’s only fitting I should give something away that enables a safer running experience – well, at least in the dark.

The fine folks at Nite Beams make a product that will light up the night – from as far away as a quarter mile. I use at least one, often two of them on any run that involves darkness and let me tell you the sound of a car or truck slowing down is music to my ears.

Nite Beams are unobtrusive and can be worn on the arm, leg, or wrist. They are for runners, cyclists and virtually anyone doing an activity in the dark. Lady J wraps one around her handle bars on her bike in addition to wearing one on her long rides that start before the sun rises.

Another feature I like is that one strap gives you nearly 360 degree coverage, which is important since vehicles can approach from the front, back, left and right. Unfortunately, they will not ward off an alien invasion from above.

We’re going to show a little love here at The Lounge and giveaway not one, but two Nite Beams to one lucky winner.

One 15” Pink and one 13” Blue. Surely these awesome colors will mesh well with many items in your running wardrobe (or a pair of Saucony shoes that SUAR is giving away!)– and keep you safer to boot.

Entry is as simple as one and two:

One (entry) comment letting me know you want in
One (entry) comment letting me know you are a Follower

Note: Nite Beams will not make you faster nor give you any superpowers.

Note: Nite Beams also work on the treadmill for those wanting a TRON experience

Contest ends at noon Eastern on October 28th.

Houston Half Results

Chip Time = 1:57:05

Report coming soon.

Splendiferous

2011-10-21T06:52:00.001-05:00

62 pleasurable degrees for this morning’s run – Mother Nature likes me. She really likes me. Do you think she wants to go to the prom with me?

Five For Thursday

My sister, Laurie, is in town for a limited time so what better reason for us to get together along with my good friend Brian and taste some beers.

First up was a Danish Style Red Lager from Figueroa Mountain Brewing. A good, solid beer that gets a 10K rating on my Beer Scale. It has some good flavor for a lager and still goes down easy.

Inferno Ale is a Belgian Style offering from Lost Abbey in SOCAL. Fabulous. Absolutely wonderful. Give this descendent from hell a Marathon rating.

For some reason I have never been a fan of the standard Brown Ale or Pumpkin Ales. But the Punkin from Dogfish Head still garners a 10K rating from me. Both Brian and Laurie really enjoyed this beer.

Sisyphus (2010) is a Barleywine from Real Ale. It’s a good enough Barleywine to also get a 10K rating, but I think with some additional aging it could easily be a Half Marathon brew.

Finally, we sampled the AleSmith Decadence (2010 English-style Old Ale version). Oh my! Instant dilemma. I felt a Marathon rating would be too low, but I couldn’t quite give it the Ultra Marathon rating. Damn, this beer is very good. But, I’m still leaving it at a Marathon – a Marathon PR!

It’s Official

Lady J surprised me yesterday.

Do you see that? Go ahead, click on the picture; don’t be shy. Why yes indeed, it is a custom-made Last Mile Lounge (steel) sign. Hello! Somebody loves me.

Finally

Sadly, Mother Nature DOES NOT want to go to the prom with me. Sigh…

Whether you are running, racing or being one with the couch, make your weekend a fine weekend.

On the Jukebox: Sail – AWOLNATION

Wind In My Rain Swept Hair

2011-10-20T05:22:00.001-05:00

An evil wind stirred the leaves and whipped at banners. Dark clouds gathered ever closer. A few hard drops gave preview of what was to come. Yet inside, there it stood – alone. Alone, yet beckoning me. “I need you” it called in a siren’s song. “Take refuge from the frightful weather with me. I am your rock; I am your salvation.”

Oh hell no!

That’s right, the hotel treadmill sat idle as I made my way to do battle with the elements. Big wind; big rain? Please. Mother nature is going to have to do better than that to keep me indoors.

Can You Be Less Specific

An ~~SPAM~~ e-mail from the Race Photographer for Sunday’s Houston Half boasts,

Our photographers will be located at specific places on the course. Below are our photo locations:

Along the Course

Finish-Line

Posed Banners

So let me understand this – the specific places are “along the course.” Very helpful…

Shoe Me The Data

I am six weeks out from my first marathon of the season and have made a shoe change. I am temporarily (temporarily meaning until the end of my racing season) going back to the Newton Distance.

My data shows me I am significantly faster in the Distance than I am the Altra Instinct. Therefore, I need to do what is necessary in order to give me the best chance of meeting my marathon goal.

I’m using a different plan of attack to meet my goal this season. I still have my marathons spaced roughly one month apart, however rather than choosing an “A” race or using one race as a training run for the next race, I am looking at each race as a potential opportunity. Based on the weather and other factors, I will decide on race day whether or not it is a “go for it” situation. If it’s not, I take it easy and prepare for the next opportunity. If I meet my goal, the next race becomes a fun run. If I fail, well, we’re not going to talk about failure – not an option.

Bummer – Pal

Lady J visited an orthopedic surgeon yesterday about her still ailing shoulder. The news is not good, but slightly promising. Surgery is not recommended (she has a bone spur that is further complicating things), but treatment and recovery are going to take some time. The bad news is it will probably be a year before she can do another triathlon. The good news is she can still cycle as much as she wants (just not in the aero position). One door closed; one door still ajar; and I am positive she will find an open door and use her recovery time wisely.

Ambivalence on the Run

2011-10-19T05:22:00.001-05:00

This coming Sunday is the annual running of the Houston Half Marathon and Relay. I wasn’t originally planning on signing up for this race, but when I realized it fit in perfectly with my training schedule (12 mile drop back run scheduled), I figured what the heck.

What the heck indeed. I am feeling rather ambivalent about this race and it is only a few days away. In fact, I cannot remember feeling less motivated about a race. The only thing that excites me is one of the sponsors is Saint Arnold Brewing, purveyor of fine beers throughout the Houston area and points across Texas.

Of course I am going to run it. I mean, I paid for the darn thing and uh, free beer. Excuse me, FREE CRAFT BEER versus free crap beer.

This half marathon is an all concrete course and is bracketed by the 22 mile long run I did this past Saturday and another 22 mile long run the following Saturday. What was I thinking? It’s also been modified (last year) from a loop course to an out and back.

It is customary to give you, my fine readers, a plan of attack and my A-B-C goals.

A Goal – Give a wedgy to at least one walker who lines up near the front
B Goal – Step on the achilles of a funktard who insists on weaving recklessly through the crowd
C Goal – Launch a snot rocket at the presumptuous guy who, by all that is right and holy, should be wearing a shirt

As for my plan of attack, I will moon the crowd at the starting line; launch into an Irish jig at the turnaround; and flatulate the final 100 yards to the finish.

Tell me peeps – have you ever been ambivalent about an upcoming race (barring any injury of course)? Do tell!

Some Kind of Wonderful

2011-10-18T05:10:00.001-05:00

THANK YOU

Adam
Amanda
Brian (and Melissa)
Jose

You know why!

And Thank YOU

Thanks to all of you who responded to yesterday’s post. I am feeling about 50% less dorky knowing I have been joined on the boat!

Ladies - Impress Your Man

Ladies, I am going to turn you on to something wonderful.

Click picture for full size image. Don’t be ~~scarred~~ scared.

Oh please. Contain yourselves. This hunk of burning love is already taken. Besides, what I am about to pass onto you is possibly better.

So, you’re probably saying to yourselves, “Jamoosh” – which by the way is an odd thing to say to yourself, and do use your internal voice, lest there be consequences. Regardless, you have perhaps wondered how can you get your man’s juices flowing without flashing your boobs. Well, the boobs help; and food and beer is a close second. Of course, I am talking good food and good beer.

Thusly, I am going to pass onto you my latest discovery. Say hello to The Beer Cook. This young lady, Vanessa is her name, not only cooks fabulous dishes with beer, she pairs her dishes with an outstanding selection of craft beer. Genius and fabulous at the same time. Pull this off and your man will probably be vacuuming the floors.

Potato Pancakes Topped with Smoked Salmon and Mango Beer Sauce? Don’t mind if I do. Marinated Eggplant Paired with Brooklyn Sorachi Ace? Sign me up.

^ These? Beer Crepes – Picture lifted from The Beer Cook’s Blog

Now consider what this information can do for your relationship. The possibilities are endless. If you want to do something great for your man, you already had the means, now you have the knowledge, courtesy of The Beer Cook. Seriously, you provide a great food/beer meal to your main squeeze and the next thing you know he is doing the dishes.

Festive Sneak Preview

Speaking of all things beer, the days are growing shorter and the holiday season is growing near. Which can mean only one thing: Lady J and I hosting our annual 12 Beers of Christmas Extravaganza. Hey - You’re all invited!

Note: All of our spare beds and floor space have already been reserved for this epic event.

Fortuitously, my sister Laurie made a trip out from California and brought this goodness:

Oh my! Jolly goodness indeed. Two down, ten to go. Also, if you look carefully in the background you may notice a transformation underway. Lady J and I have relocated the Lounge to a bigger room in our abode. Let me tell you, excitement abounds. It will be ready for the 12 Beer Festivities the Saturday after Thanksgiving.

2.3 Unanticipated Miles

2011-10-17T10:26:00.001-05:00

When things go awry…

20 miles on the docket this past Saturday. However, there was a virus not in the plans, but making an unwanted guest appearance. Could it get any worse? Well of course of it could, otherwise you wouldn’t still be reading.

With snot flowing from my nose I set out for the first ten miles of my run and anticipated I would get back in time to join up with the Kenyan Way group on their 10 miler. An easy 20 in the books and a full weekend in front of me – great plan. Not so fast my friends. Apparently my timing was off. Way off. The entire group, including the slowest folks, had already set out when I returned to base.

I assumed I would catch them so there were no worries, I had the route printed. In fact, things were looking promising when I found the first water stop still set up. Hope looms in the darkness. No dice!

No dice indeed. The street I was supposed to turn on was not marked. Worse, many blocks later, thinking I was lost, I found the street and happily made my requisite right turn. Except now I was going the wrong way on the right street – so yes, I was lost and did not know it. I did not realize this fact until I had looped all the way around to where I had already been. What the funk?

At least I knew where I was and could follow the route. Unfortunately, by the time I seriously started considering the situation (ie, doing math – which is never a good thing on the run) I was screwed. No matter which way I went I was looking at the same distance back to base. Must soldier on. Except I was quickly running out of energy. Stupid virus. Stupid body – expending energy fighting a virus instead of conserving energy for running. Now there is walking involved. But at least I was back on course. And although I never did find the second water stop, I luckily did have my own hydration. Further, water stops three and four were still up and still had a few drops of relatively cold water. Enough liquid energy to drag myself back to base.

All in all, I ended up doing 22.3 very un-pretty miles – thanks to getting lost. On a positive note, I guess I absorbed some extra Vitamin D.

If this had been a 10 or 12 mile run, I wouldn’t feel like such the dork. But this was a 20 miler, hence, for the foreseeable week Jamoosh = Dork.

Have you ever gotten lost on a long run? C’mon, admit it; help me feel less dorky.

Don’t Do It

2011-10-14T08:45:00.001-05:00

THANK YOU

Adam
Amanda
Brian

The Light

A Houston runner died this past Saturday after being injured in a car accident Wednesday of last week. Sadly, according to witnesses, the runner was crossing the street against the light when she was hit.

I know that we all have many choices when it comes to our running and it is up to us to balance our comfort, safety, and motivation to be as fast as possible when taking to the streets.

Headphones

Witnesses report the runner was wearing headphones, so it may be she never heard the car approaching. No, I am not going to blame the accident on headphones and I am not going to use this incident as a means to get on a soap box. I have tried headphones and understand their advantages. However my comfort level with them is low. I only wear them in certain areas where my safety will not be comprised by my reduced ability to hear.

The choice to wear headphones is yours. I only urge you to question the impact to your safety when donning them – based on your chosen route. Some routes have blind corners and business entrances where it is hard for motorists to see approaching runners. The fact that a runner can hear a car before he/she sees the car in these situations is important.

Identification

Another unfortunate aspect of the accident is that it took two days to identify the victim because she had no identification on her person. There are many ways to carry identification/emergency contact information. Whether it’s a three mile run or a thirty mile ride, carry it with you.

Darkness

The proclivity of runners to ninja it up in dark conditions continues to baffle me. Be seen! It can save your life. There are a plethora of companies that sell a variety of lights for runners and cyclists. They pin, they clip, they wrap, they stick. There should be something that meets your needs.

Also, ensure you 360 degree visibility. Motorists can approach from any direction. I am amazed at how many folks do light it up, but only in the back. Sure, you might have a great booty, but the person approaching from the front will never know it.

Signals

Traffic signals are there for a reason. You do not have any legal right of way if you are crossing against the light. There is no law or ordinance giving runners or cyclists the option of running a light to promote better Garmin statistics. I am not going to tell you not to cross the street if there is no traffic. I will ask you to look, please – I want to continue seeing my Reader full of Posts.

Further, when you race a light be aware there may be a motorist racing too. Just saying.

Finally

Be aware. You cannot, and should not, expect other people to be aware of you. Runners do not have any more ownership of sidewalks and street than anyone else.

OK then. Let’s move on from this slight bummer of a post. The seconds are ticking away quickly and the weekend looms before us. Run well and run safe.

Choose Your Cause

2011-10-13T06:00:00.001-05:00

So many friends; so many bloggers; so many causes. How do we choose?

Sometimes we’re prompted by a loved one. Sometimes we help out a friend. Sometimes it’s just because. Whatever the reason, we try to help through an act or contribution.

Unfortunately, time is short and resources are tight for many of us. Further, story after story about charities gone bad make us a little slower on the draw. And you know what? That’s OK. It’s better to learn about a cause, a charity, an organization and make your donation (whether it be time or money) count.

Lady J and I don’t donate just to donate. We try to understand what happens to our money or our time. For example, we like to know if funds are reinvested locally; we want to know what percentage of our donation goes to overhead. You should want to know too. It’s your money; it’s your time.

Lady J just registered for the BP MS 150 Bike Ride from Houston to Austin. The purpose of this ride, held April 21 and 22, is to raise funds to support MS Research.

Multiple sclerosis (or MS) is a chronic, often disabling disease that attacks the central nervous system (CNS), which is made up of the brain, spinal cord, and optic nerves. Symptoms may be mild, such as numbness in the limbs, or severe, such as paralysis or loss of vision.

In registering, Lady J is embarking on two challenges. First, she is challenging herself to ride 150 miles over two days. Much of the training she will be doing on her own. Second, she will also have to step outside her comfort zone and ask people for money. I know it’s called “fundraising,” but the reality is you are asking someone to give up their hard earned cash, typically for nothing more than feeling positive about doing something good.

If you would like to help Lady J and the National MS Society, you can donate online at this link. There is also a link in the sidebar.

Lady J and I know many people and charities are jockeying for your donation. We also understand that for many, times are tight. So whether it be $10, $5 or just checking back in April to wish Lady J good luck, every thought counts.

The Real Issue

2011-10-12T06:36:00.001-05:00

A belated welcome to my many new Followers. I have finally gotten some time to peruse your blogs. Comments to follow!

My Spawn Bounced 26.2

Or, my mom carried me for 26.2 miles and all I got was this lousy tech shirt…

By now, all of you have undoubtedly heard of the woman who not only ran, but finished the Chicago Marathon, while 39 weeks pregnant. She then gave birth several hours later. If you were not aware of this, please exit the cave and get some sunlight.

The debate appears to be about whether or not Amber Miller should have run or not. I feel everyone debating this topic has missed the boat. The more pressing issue is that it has been reported she finished ahead of her husband. From the Chicago Tribune:

She finished the marathon in 6 hours, 25 minutes and 50 seconds. Not her personal best, but she did beat her husband.

Dude, you’ve been chicked! Not just by your wife, but by a pregnant woman who could extract spawn from her body at any given moment. This is either the greatest “chicking” of all time or the Zombie Apocalypse will soon be upon us.

Miller typically runs a marathon in three and a half hours, meaning her baby girl has a great shot at qualifying for Boston.

Point-to-Bus-to-Point

In other marathon news, the third place male finisher of the Kielder Marathon (Britain) was stripped of his medal when it was learned he took a bus.

How cheeky, if I do say so myself. Rob Sloan admitted to hopping onto a bus at the 20-mile mark because he was feeling tired. He also faces being kicked out of his running club, the Sunderland Harriers.

Running and Beer–Better Title? No!

2011-10-11T07:29:00.001-05:00

Over the past week or so, I have been having an ongoing virtual conversation with Dr. Jeff Moreno (DPT, OCS) of Precision Physical Therapy and Fitness. Jeff writes a supporting blog that covers key ingredients of running in an informative manner (by the way, I have to thank Mark U. for the linkage).

What peaked my interest is Jeff’s post on running and posture. I have recently wondered about posture and running, even going so far as to consciously stand with my weight better distributed across my feet (I’m a heel stander), so the post was timely. Further, Jeff solicited questions and I had some.

The gist of Jeff’s post is poor static (standing) posture leads to poor dynamic (moving) posture. This means that poor posture affects how we walk and in turn affects how we run. I urge you to check out the post. I will have more to say on the subject as I digest more information and do some personal experimentation. Hence you have a future post you can look forward to.

Precision Physical Therapy and Fitness is located in Santa Cruz, CA and is also home to the The Running Performance Clinic. I hope to visit in December after my marathon since I will be in the area and I am due for another analysis.

I have also included Dr. Moreno’s link in a new section on the sidebar, “The Art of Running.” This section includes links to quality running information I trust and is there for people who want to learn more about what they are really doing out there on the road (or treadmill) and/or who are looking to improve their form.

Midwest Goodness

This past weekend our friends Jon and Lynette came over for a day of College Football and some adult beverages (not to mention some awesome cookies Lynette made that I think went straight to my ass because I “Bogarted” the entire batch). The bad news is that Jon (Indiana) and Lady J (Miami – The U) had to witness their teams lose. The good news is Lynette got to see her Fighting Irish put a spanking on the Air Force Academy. The best news is captured below:

Indeed. Jon brought a multiple of brews from the Midwest. Good brews. Very good brews! Thank you very much. Jon is welcome anytime, providing he has made a recent visit to his home state of Indiana and procured more Midwest Deliciousness!

Speed Work in the Mist

If it’s Tuesday, it must be speed work. A misting rain and some mid 50’s welcomed me in Atlanta this morning, but I was not deterred. I switched it up slightly, doing ten segments in the bowl – the flattest road in the area - and then did my last three segments going up the hill back to my hotel. I can neither confirm nor deny whether this was a bonus or not. I think we’ll see how my body feels in a few hours.

What Do You Want from a Race?

2011-10-10T11:56:00.001-05:00

Miss Zippy gave me an excellent idea for a post. Rather than answer her questions in the comments section, I could post them on my blog. Hello traffic; hello easy Monday post!

The Zippinator asks the following:

1. Do you prefer a lower race fee/fewer frills or are you willing to pay extra for a nice premium?

I am not sure how to answer this question. For example, last year Surfside gave all participants a sweet travel bag with the half or marathon logo on it, along with the standard tech shirt, medal, etc. All for $60.00! Races that cost in excess of 100.00 sure aren’t giving away travel bags.
This tells me that perhaps there are several factors that play into a premium (like a travel bag) including: size of the race, relationships a race director may have, and how aggressive a race director is with sponsors.
That being said, I don’t need all the frills. I would rather the race be one “low” cost and then if you want the frills, buy them at the expo.

2. At the finish line, do you want something simple like bagels and bananas, or do you want goodies like beer, pizza, and desserts (as someone suggested in #runchat)?

It’s very tough for me to eat or drink just after finishing, so simple is good. We usually head to a pub after I cool down for beer and food regardless of what is offered.

3. Is a finisher’s medal important to you or do you think they should be reserved only for those who place?

I’m not sure if a medal should only be reserved for someone who placed. But it’s not a big deal to me if a race does not have a medal.

4. Do you prefer a big race with no or a high cap on participants or something a bit more intimate?

I am all about intimacy. I have no desire to run Chicago, New York, or Marine Corp. Typically, Houston, which is capped at 24,000 (13,000 entries are reserved for the marathon and 11,000 for the half marathon) is the largest race I run in.

5. Expo or no expo?

Expos definitely have their place, but I have also done numerous small races that do not have expos. Of course, these races typically feature race day packet pick-up which will always trump an expo in my opinion.

One thing I would like to see is an alternate to the Finisher Shirt (not for every race mind you). For example, many years ago Houston used to give out Finisher Sweatshirts, which were perfect for a January race. On the other hand, for you creative marketing types, Finisher Underwear should not be an option…

Words to Live By

2011-10-06T05:48:00.001-05:00

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”

Steve Jobs (Stanford Commencement Speech, 2005)

The Weight of the World Upon Women

2011-10-05T09:31:00.001-05:00

The nice thing about having my own little exit on the information superhighway is that I can have an opinion. I fully understand my opinion doesn’t carry much weight in the grand scheme of things, but I do enjoy the dialog with those that venture off the beaten path and find themselves in the homey confines of the Last Mile Lounge.

Today I comment on the IAAF (International Association of Athletics Federations) decision to scrub the marathon record books of Paula Radcliff’s 2:15:25 World Record effort because there happened to be men on the course.

“Disrespectful of the strides woman have made in the marathon (and half marathon) events.” I would label IAAF congress members as fools if it weren’t such a knock on fools everywhere.

I suspect the IAAF’s next move will be to disqualify any female that has trained with or has been coached by a male. Because obviously she cannot attain such athletic prowess on her own.

^ Only as good as you can be because of a man…

If the IAAF were being fair, they would also disallow any marathon record set by a male when females are on the course. Seriously, haven’t we reached a point in our maturity where both men and women are treated as equals?

^ Obviously these women would be charging harder if they were running with a male

Here are two things I find telling. First, shouldn’t we question that of the 28 congress members making this decision, 23 were male? Second, of the 37 or so IAAF Gold-Silver-Bronze sanctioned marathons, only four are women’s marathons. May I assume going forward the IAAF will only sanction marathon events that are either all-male, all female, or somehow segregate the fields so there is no advantage for either sex?

The only good news is that WMM (World Marathon Majors) and AIM (Association of International Marathons) jointly released a statement noting they felt the IAAF congress decision "does not represent what is required by the sport of road running."

Truer words may not have been uttered in this mess. The IAAF makes a distinction between Track Events, Field Events and Road Events. What they apparently fail to understand is the difference in hosting a Road Event versus hosting a Track and Field Event/Meet.

My assumption is they are trying to put road events more in line with track and field events. Can you imagine the nightmare of putting on a 5K/10K race if you had to not only segregate the sexes, but also the races? Now consider the same thing for a Marathon/Half Marathon event. The host city would have to be shut down for at least a day or decide which discipline and which gender to cater to (female half marathoners – there are more of them and females are better consumers of the expo and local businesses than males).

Let the madness ensue.

^ Thankfully, you can run 26.2 despite the male species

The way I look at it is this: performance and reaching new heights is within each one of us – male and female. How we tap that performance should not be up for arbitration unless it involves illegal or illicit substances. Greatness has been achieved by women in the marathon event for the last 40+ years. Why is it suddenly different now?

The IAAF can only be described as a sexist, backward organization that has disrespected women across the globe.

Study This; Study That

2011-10-04T08:12:00.001-05:00

One thing I like about Mark U is that he often sends me links to studies that prove or disprove conventional wisdom and/or shed light on trending running topics.

Recently he sent me a study on the impact of compression garments. This particular study set out to look at three outcomes:

Did it make the cyclists faster?
What effect did it have on their body temperature?
What effect did it have on their cardiovascular workload?

The results of the testing yielded the following:

No difference in performance
Skin temperature was higher, but core temperature was unaffected
The heart had to work about 5% harder with the compression gear on

Honestly, I am not surprised with the results. But of course, as with any study, the devil is in the details. Thankfully, this is one study where the details were readily available.

The first thing to consider is the study was meant to investigate coverage and pressure effects of full-body compression garments (typically worn by cyclists and triathletes) and not compression sleeves meant for the calf or knee and not compression tops or bottoms. Therefore, one cannot make a sweeping generalization that like results would occur in all compression garments.

The second item that is important (at least to me) is the measure of performance. The study focused on the speed aspect of performance, but was not designed to address the time factor of performance (cyclists rode for only 60 minutes and then did a 6K time trial).

I wear a knee sleeve (on my left knee) on all my long runs. I know for a fact the knee sleeve does not make me any faster (as was determined by the study). However, it does allow me to run for a longer period of time without knee pain (both my knee injuries came in the two marathons I was NOT wearing a sleeve).

Of course, I am merely a sample size of one. A study by William Kraemer, Professor of Kinesiology in the Neag School of Education (UConn) looked at compression garments and found that compression garments help improve stability and aides athletes’ performance under fatiguing conditions:

“We found that when part of your body hits the ground while wearing a compression garment, there would be a reduction in the oscillation of the muscles, which resulted in lower amounts of muscle damage.”

Hello! This would seem to support my hypothesis that one could go longer wearing the appropriate compression gear. It also reassures me that wearing compression sleeves on my calves is a worthwhile endeavor and may be the reason my calves have not acted up on any of my long runs recently.

Another item not studied is resistance (again, by design), which is very important to cyclists and triathletes. These are competitors who will shave their legs to gain precious seconds over a 50 mile bike ride. A recent wind tunnel test found a difference of 13 minutes between 2 leading one-piece tri suits over an 180K (Ironman) distance event. Furthermore, CEP calf sleeves provided a 10 minute cushion over their nearest competitor at the same distance.

The information in the study is important. Unfortunately, while the results are straightforward the conclusion could be misleading in the wrong hands:

“In conclusion, any demonstrable physiological or psychophysical effects of full-body CG [compression gear] were mild and seemingly reflective more of surface coverage than pressure. No benefit was evident for exercise performance.”

This statement, especially the last sentence, could lead people to believe compression garments have no benefit at all during exercise and that other studies to the contrary (although containing unrelated outcomes) are null and void.

The authors are careful to note their study has nothing to do with the effects of compression garments on helping recovery. But, they also write, “Sporting compression garments are used widely during exercise despite little evidence of benefits.” This is the type of statement someone in the media can use to sensationalize a story, regardless of the fact there are studies to the contrary (the two studies mentioned above for starters. And by the way, the research done by Kraemer served as the inspiration for Under Armour).

Jamoosh and Compression

I currently wear compression garments for the following reasons:

The knee sleeve as noted above. The benefits are clear. I can typically go a max of 12-15 miles without a sleeve before the onset of knee pain. With the sleeve, marathons are completed with little or no knee pain.
Calf sleeves for additional support during long runs. This is a recent addition to help my calves recover from a minor injury. The support helps and I am finding that my calves are much less sore post run.
Compression shorts because they are the best at preventing chafing in my naughty area. I have tried a variety of apparel and creams, but the compression shorts work the best (especially in combination with SportShield). If there are any other benefits, I have not noticed.

In closing, we as runners and consumers have to be careful about interpreting the results of various studies. We need to understand the details (what was tested; what was not; and how) and figure out how they apply to us. We also need to see through the bias or sensationalism before making a snap decision or purchase.

This particular study provided good information. My biggest takeaway is that impact on speed is negligible (which I suspected). And upon closer review, the findings do not necessarily apply to me based on my use of compression gear.

My thanks to Mark for forwarding this study and the other studies he has sent. I can’t wait for the next one.

Behind the Curve

2011-10-03T13:07:00.001-05:00

Sunday Morning conversation:

Lady J: Are you going to do your recovery run?
Jamoosh: Yes, I am.
Lady J: Didn’t you drink a lot of beer yesterday?
Jamoosh: Hence the need for a recovery run…

Did I mention it was a slow recovery run?

Saturday called for eighteen miles and the weather guessers were teasing us with predictions of high 50’s in the morning. Alas, their prediction was a day late and several degrees high. But I am not going to complain at all about temperatures in the mid-sixties. Especially when humidity slept in.

Overall the run was a positive experience. Including my last mile not only being my fastest, but also a sub-9:00 (8:34). Unfortunately, I am not running as fast as I feel, and in fact, am much slower than I would like to be at this juncture.

I know one of the reasons is darkness. A majority of my long run is done in the dark and there are some areas where illumination is at a premium. Hence my body naturally slows down to a pace it is comfortable for a particular level of darkness. In fact, I really noticed the ebb and flow of my pace as I traversed from the edge of the ambient glow of a streetlight into relative blackness until the next street light was able to pick up the slack.

Looking at my times, you can see my pace pick up by 30 seconds or so as the darkness gives way to dawn.

The other reason my pace is slower than desirable is a series of nagging injuries that have not kept me from running, but have prevented me from pushing hard through most of the training season to this point. That being said, I have begun introducing speed work into the equation (as mentioned last week) and I am pushing myself a little more toward the end of runs.

I only have two months to shave at least a minute from my average pace and am concerned I am not going to make it. It’s not a big deal, I have three marathons scheduled in which to make my goal (California International, Houston and Surfside), but I would certainly like to be much closer than I am. I guess only time will tell.

Beer Tour

On Saturday, Lady J and I met some of our friends (Brian, Coby and Fran) at Karbach Brewing, Houston’s newest brewery. This was only their second tour, but it was still an excellent experience.

Karbach has taken a cue from some other breweries and requires registration/reservations prior to the tour. It’s a great idea that keeps the crowd manageable. The only downside is it takes the “last minute” decision out of the equation. You can’t just decide to go on Saturday, you need to plan a week or so in advance to get a slot.

But the upside definitely makes the reversation worthwhile. The lines for beer were short; people weren’t packed into a small space; and I was able to talk with several staff members and get some inside scoop on some of their upcoming plans.

My two favorite brews on the day were the Hopadillo IPA and the Symphony for the Lager. Two well crafted and drinkable beers. I am looking forward to more tours in the future as well as some of the other beers they have planned for release.

Older and Faster?

2011-09-29T10:14:00.001-05:00

I have been approaching my 50’s (a mere 291 days from now) with just a small tinge of dread. Wondering, when the “big slow down” is going to happen.

Apparently never. At least according to a study by the German Sports University Cologne. Their research, which included studying the finishing times of some 400,000 marathoners and half marathoners concluded that runners between the ages of 50 and 69 slowed only by 2.6 to 4.4 percent per decade. That’s approximately 1.5 – 2.6 seconds per minute, or 6.5 – 11.2 minutes of extra running if one was running a marathon at a 10 minute pace. That really isn’t too bad.

Unfortunately, as much as I looked, I could not find the details of the study. Mainly, how many years of consecutive marathon results were studied to support the thesis. I would think you would need at least three decades of information for every runner for the conclusion to be valid.

That being said, I am hoping the study is accurate. I didn’t start marathoning until I was 39 and my fastest race happened when I was 48. So technically I have been getting faster as I age.

Other Old Guy News

A Stanford University Study found that while there are many benefits (specifically reduced aging) to running into your 50s, 60s, 70s and beyond, the amount of running decreases over time from about four hours a week to 76 minutes a week (the study was conducted over a 21 year period). By the way, the same Stanford Study found running was not associated with greater rates of osteoarthritis in elderly runners and that runners also do not require more total knee replacements than non-runners. Good to hear.

Do you worry about slowing down? If you are an older runner, have you noticed any slowing down?

SUAR–My Best Friend

2011-09-28T14:02:00.001-05:00

And we have never met…

Out of sheer boredom I was looking at my blog stats last night and realized I am lucky I do not have to pay Beth by the referral.

Seriously, this year the SUAR site has generated three and a half times more traffic than the second place URL, Jess at 21 Day Habit. All told, over ten percent of my traffic emanates from these two sources. Thanks ladies. Uh, the check is in the mail – not responsible for misdirected, mislabeled, or incorrectly delivered correspondence…

Not surprisingly, of the non-running search keywords that lead folks to my blog “Jessica Alba” was number two. Surprisingly, “Godzilla” was number one.

Apparently I am also big in Denmark. Thank you Danes! I will cheer feverishly for you at the next World Cup.

You are probably wondering what my most read post has been this year (to date). Here are the top three (in order):

And that is what is happening in my little out of the way exit on the information superhighway.

Busted

It was only a matter of time before one of the shoe companies got busted for outrageous claims.

Reebok just agreed to pay 25 million dollars in customer refunds for deceptive advertising – making unsupported claims that walking in its EasyTone shoes and running in its RunTone shoes work better than normal shoes to whip muscles into shape.

I wonder if it is only a matter of time before other shoe companies – specifically running shoe companies – are called on the carpet for some of their claims around preventing injury and such.

Speed Work & 10 Things

2011-09-27T08:07:00.001-05:00

This morning (in Atlanta) I took an easy jog up a hill, down a hill and to a relatively flat spot in the bowl for some speed work. This is my first speed workout of the season and I must admit there was a bit of trepidation.

There are many running bloggers who have covered the basics of speed work, so there is no need for me to do that here. What I will do is remind people that stride rate is the most important aspect of speed work. Often times runners will increase their stride length in order to meet time goals which can significantly change their mechanics and raise the risk of injury. That we do not want. The more you know…

I chose the street I ran on for two reasons. First, it is well lit and second the incline/decline (depending on the direction) is so minor as not to be noticeable – at least for the first five intervals. The points I am running between measures exactly one-tenth of a mile and there is zero traffic to worry about so I can run down the center-line.

I kept the first session easy – seven intervals with 15-20 seconds in between. I focused on two things: leg turnover without over-striding and how my body responded, especially during the last three intervals.

The entire session went well, although I was not too thrilled that mile mile and a third cool down back to my hotel was mostly uphill. I do need to strengthen my inner (left) knee just above the calf. It’s not a big deal, especially since I have kicked up the resistance training lately. Next week I will shoot for ten intervals and would like to be doing half mile repeats before November comes to an end.

10 Things I Hate About You

I’m talking about you – Running:

I hate the “I have to take a dump” feeling when I am barely a mile into my run.
I hate that walkers line up mid-pack on race day.
I hate that I am always nervous at the start of a race (or a long run; or any run with a goal).
I hate that because of injuries I am a conservative runner.
I hate the idea of a Progressive Marathon for adults.
I hate that people game the system by signing up for the marathon then automatically drop to the half (I’m talking about you Houston).
I hate when the chick passing me right before the finish line doesn’t have a nice butt or a decent ponytail for me to gaze at (call me sexist, I don’t care – at least I still still respect her ability and drive).
I hate that I have never run a sub 4 hour marathon.
I hate when the humidity is such that when you take a bathroom break during a run, the worst part isn’t the pit stop, but pulling up sweat-soaked compression shorts.
I hate that fitted running singlets make me look fat (probably because I need to drop some lbs).

Needless to say, regardless of these flaws (which are mainly mine), I still love you Running. I just can’t quit you!

Anything you hate about running?

Easy–Baby-Easy

2011-09-26T15:12:00.001-05:00

I mentioned yesterday that Patrick Makau broke the marathon record. He did this in Berlin, which was also the site of the previous marathon record set by Haile Gebrselassie in 2008.

Odd Anderson/AFP/Getty Images

It is interesting to know that in order for a record to be official, the course cannot be a point-to-point course, there can not be a net elevation loss, and of course, the usual wind-aided blather. Which is why I guess we have “course records.” But what if your PR was treated the same way? What if Boston had the same rules surrounding their BQ times? Some races may be less popular and others may be too popular!

Unlike a distance run on a track, all marathon courses are not created equal, which makes me wonder if Berlin is easy and if someone will front me a round trip ticket for next year’s race.

Baby the Calf

Many a coach has said (and many a blogger has repeated), “Be good to your body and it will be good to you.” So true. Those keeping up (thank you) know I am recovering from a calf issue.

Um, wrong calf…

Surprisingly the calf has been well behaved which is almost a little scary. But perhaps it has something to do with what I have been doing lately for my runs:

Pre-run:

Full body warm up (this is a departure for me - I either neglected a warm up or only focused on the legs)
Dynamic stretching targeting the calf and other areas
Use of The Stick on both calves
Foam rolling of the quads
(For long runs) hot shower, helping the calf get warmed up

Post Run:

Stretching targeting the calf and other areas
Use of The Stick on both calves
Foam rolling of the quads
Ice on the calf when practical
(For long runs) consume a beer to relax the calf muscles

Also:

Wearing compression sleeves on both calves during airline flights
Wearing compression sleeves on both calves for every run, regardless of distance
Keeping the compression sleeves on post-run to promote circulation

Now, lets hope I didn’t jinx myself!

Sunday, Easy Sunday

Sunday I popped out for a pseudo-recovery run. Typically the first mile is recovery and then I try to kick up the pace a bit each mile for the remaining three miles.

Mother Nature wanted to ensure nobody was looking forward to Fall weather by providing 78 degrees with 95% humidity at 6:00 AM. No matter, I had a strong run and think I am to the point of introducing some speed work.

I have been seeing some fast (for me) miles recently, but not fast (for me) runs. I am hoping incorporating speed work into my regimen over the next two months will get me to the point of challenging my marathon PR in early December in Sacramento, CA. Time will tell.

If a race (marathon) was not going to count toward a PR or a BQ, would you still run it?

New Marathon Record

2011-09-25T07:44:00.001-05:00

Haile Gebrselassie, step aside. Patrick Makau of Kenya is the new marathon world record holder with a time of 2 hours, 3 minutes, 38 seconds.

Read all about it here.

Random Bits

2011-09-24T10:54:00.001-05:00

I finally got around to designing a new logo for the Lounge. I then shipped that baby off to My Race Ragz and cannot wait to see the finished running shirt (thanks to the Detroit Runner for reminding me these folks existed).

The backside includes the following: “No one ever drowned in sweat.” Yeah, I rock.

We Got the Fever

College football fever that is.

For the last couple of years, Lady J and I have made our way to the pub every Saturday during college football season. This year we did a few calculations and figured we could easily save over 600.00 if we stayed at home and made our own snacks – plus I probably have one of the best selections of beer in the Houston area.

Hence, it was necessary to reconfigure the viewing experience, i.e. add a second TV for our viewing pleasure. I am seriously considering adding a third TV, but that might be overkill – right?

Long Run

Today’s long run (16 miles) was decently strong. The calf continues to hold up and I am starting to get into obnoxious negative split range, which means it may be time to push a little more in the early going, but not so much that I have nothing in the second half of the run.

Witness that at the 10 mile mark I was running an average pace of 10:20; whereas my final average pace was 9:57, including a sub 9:00 on my last mile. All good.

The only disappointing part of today’s run was weather.com was guessing a temperature range of 65-67 for my run. I have been jonesing for some 60’s for weeks. Thankfully, while I sometimes hope weather.com is right, I never believe them. My go to weather site – wunderground.com – had the temperature at 74 right before I jumped in the car. Hence, I started my run at 72 and finished up at 77 degrees. Not bad really, and the humidity didn’t quite reach 90% either. So a September bonus and maybe a prelude to some decent Fall weather down the road.

Folks, the first games of the day are about to begin. That means it’s time to get the chili dogs ready and choose the day’s first beer. May your runs be strong; may you choose a quality beer; and may your team win – unless of course your team is playing my team.

On the Jukebox: Boogie Nights – Heat Wave

Ice Planet Cold or A Beer Post

2011-09-22T16:11:00.001-05:00

Finally, a beer post. Non-beer lovers please exit to your right, but please know I appreciated your attention over the past two weeks of running diatribes.

The brilliant folks over at Coors felt that if one stage cold activation is good, two stage cold activation can only be twice as good. So good in fact, apparently you need to pass a “bar exam” to understand the difference.

When the mountains turn blue, your Coors beverage is as cold as the Rockies. Swell! But really, is the Rockies cold enough? Why don’t we go for as cold as the ice planet Hoth?

Unfortunately, the colder the beer, the less of it you taste. OK, that’s not really fair since there is not much taste to a Coors, a Bud, or a Miller Lite to begin with. But the principle is colder beer equals faster drinking and perhaps less enjoyment if you were hoping for some flavor. Well, until you are too drunk to realize you are not having as much fun as you thought, so why not have another…

Macro brewers like the term “ice cold” because they know an ice cold liquid will inhibit your taste buds. By neutralizing taste they create a beverage that will deliver alcohol quickly and is more about the marketing than the flavor profile.

Hence, “cold activation” is just another marketing gimmick much like “Triple Hops Brewed.” That is a term Miller coined a few years back in an attempt to somehow distinguish their beer from others. Oddly, almost all beers are “Triple Hops Brewed” which refers to the three different times hops are added during the brewing of the beer. It’s all marketing. Do not fall prey to their words and images.

Here’s what you need to know about beer and temperature. First, realize that originally each style of beer served a specific purpose. There were summer beers that were low in alcohol, easy to drink, and served cold as a means to cool people down in the hotter months. Conversely, Winter beers are served warmer, have a higher alcohol content, are sipped, and are meant to warm folks up on a cold evening.

Technically, there is nothing wrong with an ice cold beer on a hot day. Beers in this category include your standard Lagers, Cream Ales and Golden Ales.

Cold, but not ice cold beers (39-45 degrees): Just about all Wheat beers, Kolsch style beers (one of my favorite light styles), Pilsners and dark Lagers.

Cool beers (45-54 degrees); unless you don’t like craft beer, then you would drink them cold or ice cold: Most Stouts (except Imperial), Porters, American Pale Ale, Amber Ale, and Triple/Trippel Ales.

Now we are getting a little warmer; as in cellar temperatures (54-57 degrees): India Pale Ale, English Pale Ale, English and Belgian Strong Ales, Saison/Farmhouse Ale, Dubbel Ales, Bock, Scottish Ale, and Scotch Ale.

Finally, we get to some of my favorite sipping beers. It’s best to let these warm up (57-61 degrees) in order to get the full nose and full flavor of the beer: Barley Wine, Quadrupel, Imperial Stout, Imperial/Double IPA, Doppelbock, and Eisbock.

If you are patient and would like to have a little beer fun, open a cold Imperial Stout, take a few sips to taste it and then let it warm up for about thirty minutes. Now taste it again and note how the flavor profile changes. Your beer is likely going to be less bitter, with more robust flavor. You’ll also start noticing the warming characteristics.

Ah, the power of beer!

On the Jukebox: Elenore – The Turtles

Training, Sir!

2011-09-21T06:13:00.001-05:00

Anyone who has ever served in the military is aware that one of the purposes of boot camp is to toughen up the men and women who have volunteered to serve their country. Another reason for boot camp is to teach key skills a soldier, sailor, or airman may require to survive during their time of duty. Finally, boot camp helps identify those who just can’t cut it.

Disclaimer: Please don’t get the idea I don’t want people attempting a marathon. That is not the case at all.

In the Houston area (as with other large cities in the country), there are marathon training groups for every possible level of runner. Some training groups cater only to the fastest of runners. There are training groups (Kenyan Way for example) that focus on goal-oriented runners. Houston Fit (part of USA Fit) is geared more toward first time marathoners of the slower variety, although they do have faster pace groups and an Advanced Training Program.

The one common denominator is that all training groups believe anyone can do a marathon (notice I didn’t use the term “run”) and much of the time, their marketing reflects that.

Unfortunately, in a culture of now-now-now-I want it now, many training groups will have you believe that with a three mile base (sometimes less) you can run your first marathon in six months (The Gulf Coast Chapter for Team in Training claims four to five months – what?). Sure, it can be done, but is it the right thing to do?

As a graduate of 3.1 to 26.2 I say no. When you start digging, especially through some of the old wisdom, a year or more of training is recommended before tackling your first marathon. And I agree.

What if I told you I have never trained for a half marathon? I have run over a dozen, but have never specifically trained for a half. Now, what if I told you that if I trained for a half marathon before training for a marathon I would be a faster marathoner today. Would you believe me?

Now, I cannot provide any proof to back up my theory. But six months to your first marathon is really getting you to a point so you can survive marathon day. But is that really a good thing? If the goal is to encourage more people to participate in our sport, shouldn’t we do it in a manner that increases the odds they will stick with it?

I learned more training for my second and third marathons than my first. I believe the training arc had a lot to do with it. Consider that six months training for your first marathon as boot camp. There is a lot to take in and the hope is that you take away enough concepts/information to survive.

Consider this: You don’t become a Navy Seal or Army Ranger right out of boot camp. You need more training.

I believe the same to be true about running a marathon. It’s something you graduate to. Would you rather have the training to finish strong or just enough training to slog across the finish line? I am aware many of my readers went from a 5K to Marathon in six months, and I am aware there are always exceptions.

However, I am convinced with a full 9–12 month marathon training program people who are new to marathoning will have stronger finishes and be more apt to continue running, and more importantly, improving. The reason is the longer training cycle does two things. It provides a stronger base and stronger body for the runner on marathon day. It also gives more time for concepts such as nutrition, core, resistance training to marinate and take hold. Further, there is more time for a runner to learn how their bodies react to longer mileages and differing conditions, enabling them to make necessary adjustments or experimenting to understand what works best for them. Oh wait, that’s three things!

Please don’t get the idea I have anything against 4-5-6 month marathon training programs. They are great for a marathon veteran and typically most marathon veterans bring in a solid mileage base, another year of experience, and a time goal to the first training session. This is strictly focusing on the first time marathoner, who I would like to see become a second-third-fourth time marathoner.

Finally, for a first time marathoner, my goal would be to have them finish and finish strong. I don’t really care what a running calculator says they should do (based on a 5K time), I am more concerned on what they can do while running a strong race. I want them to be excited about the prospect of coming back again with a time goal in mind. I want them to consider doing two or three marathons a year. I believe a longer training cycle definitely increases the odds of all those things.

On the Jukebox: Allison Road – Gin Blossoms

Shoe Review: Altra Instinct

2011-09-20T07:41:00.001-05:00

I would like to begin by pointing out: Don’t fix what isn’t broken. If you are currently in a shoe (or barefoot for that matter) – regardless of type - and it’s working for you, don’t go trying other things just for the sake of trying other things (or because “Cool Foot Jamoosh” is doing it).

I fully support experimentation, but do it wisely and have a plan.

Many weeks back Lady J and I made a trip over to our local running shoe store of choice, Luke’s Locker, to find a complement to my Newton Distance. The main reason was that I was looking for something a bit more stable for longer runs. This was a conscious decision based on my continuing efforts to minimize my heel strike and help prevent injury.

My issue with the Newton’s is that on longer runs, I start to get foot roll because of the midfoot tabs. I am willing to admit this is likely a physiological failing on my part, but it also contributes to tiring out my ankles and calves – especially on unstable terrain (specifically crappy roads and sidewalks).

Now, before I go on, let me say I love my Newton’s. They have been very helpful in my transition to less heel on my strike. Further, I was looking forward to a new release that would alleviate this problem, until I read the toe box is more narrow. Well, so much for that excitement.

My goal is to stay with a minimal drop shoe that still has some semblance of cushioning because, let’s face it, my heel strike, while improving, isn’t magically disappearing. But I continue to work on it.

Enter Altra. Lady J actually found this shoe while perusing the wall o’ shoes. Why Altra? Allow me to let their founder put it into words:

As a previous All-American runner & running store manager, I had been lobbying the big shoe companies for years to make more natural footwear that didn't cause people to heel strike and yet nothing changed.
After cutting down the heels and testing "Zero Drop" shoes for quite some time, we had watched it eliminate injuries & change many lives for the good–even bringing running back into the lives of those who thought it was impossible, including Jeremy. Soon we were designing prototypes.
As I told Jeremy about what we believed a shoe should be, and knowing we wouldn't see it any time soon, he convinced me that we had to go for it. We made connections with some of the the best engineers, designers and biomechanical experts in the world, along with some of the best hearts and minds in business. We added Brian Beckstead, an accomplished UltraMarathoner and running store manager.
Together, we have worked tirelessly to bring the most natural footwear possible to the masses. We believe our footwear will reduce injuries, make a difference, as well as make running more fun than ever.

Sold! Well, really the shoes need to do the talking.

This is the Altra Instinct, the model I purchased. The “odd” thing about this shoe is that its shape deviates from the norm a bit. Crazy, ridiculous, I know. But when I first saw the generous toe box, I was anxious to try them on.

After trying on several different shoes, it came down to the New Balance MR10 and the Altra Instinct. So I did something that surprised the shoe staff, I ran out the door and around the building (the first time I think they thought I might be running off with a pair of shoes. Although they did have Lady J as collateral (and I am not leaving Lady J).

After running on real world terrain, the decision was obvious. I really liked the New Balance MR10, plus they are cool looking; but my feet loved the Altra Instinct. One of the reasons: my toes were a little too snug in the MR10.

To date, I have put about 50 miles on the Instinct, including a 15 mile long run.

Fit is important and Altra seems to understand that. The roominess takes a bit getting used to, especially around the toes. But my toes definitely enjoy not having to conform to the shoe and my forefoot (including the toes) feels more natural on impact; my toes get to splay just like they do barefoot.

Obviously, you can see by the above picture this is a zero drop shoe so it fits in with my minimalist movement tendencies (I would refer to this shoe as a “minimal drop” shoe versus a “minimalist” shoe). There is also not a whole lot of cushioning going on. If you look at the literature, this is by design, because the technology is enabling the foot to do what it was meant to do naturally rather than follow the lead of the shoe.

Then again, compared to my Merrell Trail Gloves there is quite a bit of cushioning going on. And this is good for a runner like me. If my form falters it gives me an amount of forgiveness.

Further, I can continue my work to better my form with these shoes. And it does seem to be a natural progression from the 3mm drop of the Newton Distance to the zero drop of the Instinct.

Quick note: I have been making the “transition” to a more midfoot/minimal style of running for over eighteen months now. Just like with Newton, Altra Running recommends a break in period. With my base of running in the Newton Distance (about 500 miles) and barefoot, I was able to forego the break in period. That said, if you have never run in a minimal drop shoe before, I highly recommend you follow the manufacturer’s transition/break-in recommendations.

One thing I did this time around was I switched out my shoes every single run for a week (technically I was trying to see which had the least impact on my calf). I was able to tell a noticeable difference in the ride between shoes. The more built up shoe (an Adidas Adizero Boston with a 12mm drop) was obviously more cushiony, but did not do much for my calf. I also have a pronounced “twitch” in my left foot when I lift in the Boston.

The so-called “twitch” is a pronounced kick or wave of my foot at the ankle. It is more predominant on the left side than the right. This is not necessarily a shoe issue, but a function of form (specifically the heel strike, which I also notice when walking) that developed over the years, perhaps because of shoes with a built up heel. I don’t blame the Boston because it’s not as bad as in other shoes I have worn.

In the Newton Distance, the “twitch” was much less noticeable and in the Altra Instinct, it was all but undetectable. For the record, if I run barefoot, there is no “twitch.”

Another noticeable factor is I am lifting more in the Instinct. Hence, now I have less of a shuffle and my stride in this shoe is closer to what I do barefoot. I really noticed this after a recent long run when some muscles were a bit more sore than normal. I know that sounds odd, but there is a big difference between lifting and pushing off.

Check out the difference at the toe (L to R: Adidas Adizero Boston, Newton Distance, Altra Instinct). I have a tendency to curl my toes every now and again on a run and I think one of the reasons is my forefoot/toe area is straining for some feedback. On my runs in the Instinct thus far - no toe curling. I do get some decent return – nothing like that of a minimalist shoe (or barefoot) - but in the absence of no return, some return in that area is reassuring.

Although the propaganda promotes the Instinct as viable on trails, I am not 100% sold. It performed adequately on a well maintained walking/running trail (Rice University). But it does not seem flexible enough for me to be confident on a “trail” trail. But that’s why I have the Merrell Trail Glove – right tools for the right surface!

The overall weight of the Instinct is 8.8 ounces versus 8.4 ounces for the Newton Distance, so I am not giving up much when I run in the Altra Instinct (FYI, the Adizero Boston is 9.8 ounces). Further, it is designed to be worn with or without the insole in the event a runner prefers less cushion or more room. Win and win!

Socks are a consideration with the Instinct. Since it is roomier, some of the socks I typically run in are a bit too thin. My feet have been happier with a thicker sock and I don’t feel like I am giving up space in the shoe. Of course, keep in mind I have different socks for different times and distances to compensate for foot swelling.

Lady J also picked up a pair of Altras: the Altra Intuition, which is the female equivalent of the Instinct. She has wide feet and this appears to be a perfect fit for her. Good color for her too.

Lady J notes her feet are very happy with the purchase. She is typically a midfoot striker, but even she noticed a difference (for the better) with her strike when she tested them out. She has been using them a lot for walking around and her feet are definitely happy in them.

Finally, since my physiology is unique and I have more time in a minimal drop shoe than most runners, I cannot guarantee others will have the same experience with the Altra Instinct. Then again, it is not beyond the realm of possibility that others will have a better experience.

On the Jukebox: Times Like These – Foo Fighters

Feeling Groovy

2011-09-19T12:24:00.001-05:00

I expected, at any moment, for my calf to rise up and torment me. Alas, to my surprise, it was not to be. Much thanks to the Running Gods.

Saturday morning I took to the streets of Houston for a 14.45 mile jaunt. My goal was to simply do the distance and not worry too much about time. This was a key run as far as my calf was concerned and would set the stage for training for my early December marathon.

75 degrees at the start (80 at the finish) and 90% humidity. Typical Houston run in September. Then again, September is so wonky with weather, that it could be hotter or cooler and still be typical Houston September weather.

Through ten miles I was running at a 10:18 pace. Pretty much a recovery run pace (for me). It’s nice to get out there sometimes and not have to equate distance and time. Do the distance, stay healthy; save the speed for another day.

I did push a little harder for the last four or so, lowering my overall pace to 10:08. Thoroughly acceptable based on my goal of just doing the distance. Plus, the calf behaved much better than I expected. Bonus! I feel better going forward.

Although I was not feeling fresh, I still got out again Sunday morning for an easy four miles. The Running Gods smiled upon me once more with a light rain – oh how I love to run in the rain. Further, the calf continued to feel good. The appropriate sacrifices are in order and I will surely give thanks to the Running Gods.

The only issue I had, and it’s not really an issue, is my quads were much more sore after the weekend activities. Not necessarily a bad thing because I think it has more to do with me getting better lift in my stride.

It’s gotta be the shoes! Indeed, I believe it is. I have been running the last couple of weeks in the Altra Instinct and it has had a positive effect on my form. In fact, you are going to get a super deluxe review in my next post (just go ahead and book your lunch hour now).

All in all, a good weekend of running. I am feeling a bit more confident going into the final ten weeks of training! I still want to baby the calf for another week or so, but hopefully, come October I can start to focus on speed.

Medal of Honor

2011-09-16T06:05:00.001-05:00

My readers – that means you – are awesome with a capital “A” and are a fantastic bunch to boot.

As a consultant, when working with customers, I often suggest things or bring up topics I may or may not agree with. The purpose of this is to present multiple viewpoints and to promote discussion. Sometimes I go so far as to work the good/bad cop routine as a means to discuss the merits (or lack thereof) of a solution in order to identify the best course of action for an organization. Most of the time, the discussion leads to the right choice for the organization moving forward. Typically participants are happy with the decision and feel good because they were engaged and were able to voice their point of view.

These past few days, you – my fabulous readers – have been very engaging on issues that are not necessarily taboo, but could be classified as unpopular discussion topics. I appreciate the levity of the discourse and each of you for speaking up. This is why the blogosphere rocks.

Medal Me - Bitch

Yesterday I suggested a medal cutoff time that would be shorter than race cutoff time for half marathons and marathons and an excellent discussion ensued. That was the point. In fact, it’s almost as good as the medal versus no medal discussion (Would you run a marathon if there were no medal?).

Before I move on, honesty dictates I disclose that of the 22 marathons I have run, if there were a medal cutoff of 5.5 hours I would have to give back three medals.

I am OK with that.

In 2006 I met a goal of running a marathon with Lady J (Disney). It’s a nice medal, but the memory I have of that race running beside my wife is much better than a medal.
In 2006 I also ran the Dallas Big-D Marathon, where temperatures eclipsed 90 degrees and warm water was rationed at the later water stops. That medal I would return if only to have the experience wiped from my memory. Of course, in hindsight that medal proves my perseverance in less than optimal conditions.
Finally, running the Bataan Death March is an experience that I will never forget – medal or no medal (and actually you get a dog tag).

If the cut off were five hours, I would have to give back six medals. Personally, I’m not sure it’s that big of a deal.

Medals mean different things to different people. Sometimes the medal is just a trinket compared to the experience. Other times the medal represents victory against the odds, overcoming a tough challenge, or meeting a goal. It can be a variety of things depending on the individual.

Boot Up

Earlier this year, the same woman showed up to walk in three different marathons I ran. She was in a walking boot, but it was obvious she was a runner (and who in the heck walks three different marathons in a walking boot?). I can assume doing those marathons, in a reduced physical state, was very important to her.

Conversely, in 2008 I was injured prior to the Houston Marathon and would require knee surgery. However, my fitness and training were such that I could have easily walked and jogged the marathon. I could have also walked the Surfside Marathon the following month. You get the idea. However, to me the thought of participating in a marathon where my capacity to compete (even if only against myself) was greatly reduced was unacceptable. I would not have, in good conscience, been able to accept a finishers medal.

Neither situation is right or wrong. That’s what we have to remember. Challenges are different for each individual. Challenges are what me make them. Furthermore, our motivations are individualistic. At the end of a race, the worth put on a medal is completely up to the bearer.

My take on the premise of medal time and race time is that while it is an idea worthy of discussion, in the end it makes sense to award a medal to anyone who finishes within the parameters of the race. Nobody should judge whether it was earned or not. That is up to the wearer – because deep down, they know if they earned it.

I promise next week I’ll talk about training and by gosh, I need to talk about beer as well (informative beer post coming too – and the beer lovers rejoice! I know who you are and you rock!). In the meantime, the weekend approaches. Time for races and long training runs. May you run well and finish with a smile on your face.

On the Jukebox: Trailer Ras – Long Beach Dub Allstars

Pedal to the Medal

2011-09-15T06:56:00.001-05:00

Excellent comments and dialog on yesterdays post. I want to remind everyone I have no disdain for walkers or slower runners. I do however, and it should have been obvious, lack a soft spot in my heart for folks (of any pace) who are going through the motions.

Today, I would like to continue the conversation.

Fact: More people are running than ever before.

Fact: The percentage of obese Americans continues to rise.

Thesis: Running makes you obese.

Well?

Perhaps that might be a stretch. In fact, one argument for longer course openings is the motivation of a medal will get people off their butts. I would agree with that somewhat although it should be argued that we’re not three year olds…

Of course, people get off their butts, but then subscribe to the “I run, so I can eat what I want” theory.

Disclaimer: I have been known to gorge on unhealthy snacks after a hard run; validated by the “I earned this” excuse. So I am by no means pure.

Runners World and other publications run articles from time to time about the phenomenon of the marathon weight gain. What? Indeed.

Apparently there are marathon runners who don’t understand the important role of nutrition in training for a marathon. So I don’t want to go “all in” and buy the “motivation for a medal” is a good thing argument outright.

Sidetracked

As a former marathon coach, I have seen some truly wonderful transformations. From a woman who could barely run the bases of a softball field completing her first marathon to a guy who in one off season transformed himself from a slow, back of the pack shuffler to a Boston worthy runner. There is plenty of goodness among the ranks.

Back on Track

My concern is that perhaps the marathon has become too easy. I don’t mean that physically, but figuratively. There are several running icons in our industry who have made a name for themselves because they are slow and/or they cater to the slowest common denominator.

Again, not judging. I too can be considered slow. There is nothing wrong with slow unless slow equals easy. Some of these people are marketing “easy.” And race directors are enabling them.

Next time you run, volunteer or spectate a half marathon, check out the back of the pack. Some of the runners are definitely giving everything they have. But others are not really even trying. Laughing, joking, it’s like a party and the medal is the party favor. The last time I checked, there was not a half marathon billed as a fun run. Maybe they should be…

I honestly believe that may be where the divide is. The 5K Fun Run culture has permeated into the half and full marathon cultures, buoyed by gracious finishing times.

Disclaimer: I totally condone having fun during a race (low fiving kids, waving to the crowd, joking with people around me from time to time), but the party is after the race – not during the race.

Train to Win (for yourself)

P. Thomas mentioned something awesome in his comment yesterday:

Another option is to not have a cutoff but only give medals to those who finish under 5-6 hours. I am training for a half in October and they don't close the course but only people who finish under 2:45 will get medals.

In my opinion this is brilliant. It puts the “train” in training. You see, the thing is, you don’t have to be fast to complete a long race. But you have to be strong. And I believe, most people, with the proper training and most importantly, dedication, can complete a marathon within 5.5 – 6 hours. And I actually think 6 hours is more than gracious.

So my proposal is Race Cutoff and Medal Cutoff. If you meet or beat the Race Cutoff, a downloadable certificate is available for you to mark your achievement. If you meet or beat Medal Cutoff, a fabulous volunteer will put a medal around your neck.

Do you buy into this brilliance or do you just want your medal so you can go drink a beer?

In my next post, I am going to bring training into the equation. Stay tuned.

Wocka Wocka

2011-09-14T07:46:00.001-05:00

This morning I overcame my trepidation and just did it. And I survived. Heavy sigh. To wit, Yesterday morning I opted to convince myself that my calf was not yet ready for hills. Call me cautious, but don’t call me late for dinner.

I did not run my typical four mile course, but instead opted to run the easiest hills possible, thereby reducing the strain put on my body and specifically my calf.

Prognosis? Positive. No real issues and looking back, I probably could have run yesterday. But that is in the past. The test will be this weekend’s long run. Fingers crossed.

Post It Notes

Two interesting posts this week. Junie B talks about respecting the marathon and the Detroit Runner questions the wisdom of registering for a race a year in advance.

Both valid topics and taken together a hint that maybe the marathon is becoming too diluted. Because of demand, lottery systems are becoming more prevalent and runners targeting a “goal” or “A” race get left out in the cold.

Courses are open longer than ever before (Houston is one of a few exceptions) to accommodate not only more runners, but slower runners.

Galloway’s “run/walk” method of completing a marathon has been twisted into a “walk/run” plan and in some cases “walk/walk” plans.

I don’t want to deny anyone’s goal of doing a marathon, but it almost seems like it’s getting rather obnoxious out there.

No Disrespect

I do not disrespect slow runners (of which I am one, thank you very much). But did you know the median time for running a marathon (men) in 1980 was 3:32:17? Since 2005, that number has fluctuated between 4:16:00 and 4:20:00 (for men).

Hmmm, apparently I am moving into the ranks of the “average” runner, without getting that much faster.

In 2008, 44% of finishers of the Honolulu Marathon, which has no time limit, finished in over six hours. It was reported that many runners actually stopped to have lunch.

Maybe some disrespect after all…

I have mentioned before that I trained first time marathoners in the past so I know darn well there are runners out there working as hard as possible to maintain a 12 or 13 minute pace. Are they slow runners? Yes. Are they the ones diluting the sport? No.

It’s the races themselves. Liberal time limits provide little motivation for those who merely want to finish, grab their medal and have a story to tell. It’s this demographic that prompts races to open registration a year in advance or implement a lottery system. It’s these people who do not respect the marathon.

A marathon (even a half marathon) is supposed to be a journey. For many runners it is. But for some, it’s just a walk in the park.

Personally, I would like to see less liberal cut off times. What say you?

Own Your Own Run

2011-09-11T09:11:00.001-05:00

A few years ago, I would have looked at a 10:16 pace for a four mile run and thought “what a loser I am.”

Disdain, disgust, followed by a 12 pack of Ho Ho’s or some other snack that would give me a terminal sugar cry. BUT?

^ Uh, not the but I am talking about…

But, today. Not so much. (OK, maybe one Ho Ho and a pint of beer). Yesterday’s line of four miles at a 10:16 pace was not a celebration of slowness, but one of “way to rock the easy run.”

To wit, the good Doctor Denise gave me permission to run 3,4, or 5 miles on Saturday to test out the calf and I chose four easy. Nothing to see here, move along, keep the pace copacetic. The calf responded well, hence this morning (per Doctor’s permission) I got in another 6.75 miles at a 9:41 pace.

Nothing spectacular in the big scheme of things. Each mile was progressively faster starting at a 10:08 and finishing at a 9:12. The calf felt solid and I felt good.

Which gets me to the point of this post. Your run is what you make of it and your response should be based on time, purpose and conditions, not just time alone. The purpose of this weekend’s runs was to understand how well my calf has recovered. Therefore, I was not to push myself, but push my calf in a non-aggressive manner.

Check and mate!

Numbers can tell you a lot. And they can tell you nothing at all. Sometimes, they even tell you exactly what happened (it was a recovery run plain and simple). It’s up to you to interpret what the numbers are pointing to.

Loser? I think not!

On the Jukebox: Take it Off – The Donnas

Poke Me, Prod Me, Make Me Weep

2011-09-09T10:45:00.001-05:00

Call this the week in medicine. Wednesday I went and got my uncooperative calf checked out; Thursday I went in for my annual physical; and this morning I was back for more work on the calf.

I am glad the folks who work on my calf are not general physicians because apparently active release therapy (ART) is good for everything.

Muscle issues? Active Release.
Headache? Active Release.
Heart attack? Active Release.
Combine accident that took your left arm? Active Release.

I’m not sure who came up with the idea to fight pain with more pain, but I would surely like to cause them some pain myself. I don’t want to complain too much because my calf improved enough between Wednesday’s session and this morning’s session that I will be allowed to step out for a short run tomorrow. But I tell you what; if I ever walk into a hospital with internal bleeding and the Emergency Room Doctor says, “perform active release – stat!” I am going to slug someone.

Let’s Get Physical

Pending results from all the tests being run on all the fluids extracted from my body yesterday, I appear to be in decent shape. Although I could stand to lose a few pounds. Tell me something I don’t know. Being the rebel I am I immediately went to Whataburger for their limited time only Green Chile Burger. Of course, now I need to work off that bit of yummy goodness.

The scary thing about the physical was not anything that was done. It was the description of what will be done next year when I turn 50. I’ve been made aware that research vessels will be dispatched into every possible orifice – oh joy, I can’t wait.

Pucker up sphincter…

Weather or Not

Having been given clearance for a short run tomorrow, I immediately had to go out and check the weather.

I am more than happy to see temperatures pushing their way down toward 60 degrees in the morning. However, my excitement is somewhat contained as I am more than aware this is merely the September Tease Mother Nature uses to give us hope that Summer temperatures have gone dormant until next year.

Indeed, I know better. I will joyfully accept your 64 degrees Mother Nature, however I will not be surprised when you again foist the heat upon us in the middle of September.

Weekend

The weekend beckons. Whether you are running or resting this weekend, be copacetic and enjoy yourself.

On the Jukebox: Don’t Bring Me Down – Electric Light Orchestra

Battle Royale

2011-09-08T15:33:00.001-05:00

I cannot help but notice the comments dip when my posts are beer related. However, I shall not judge you. Feel free to move on to other subjects that capture your fancy. Of course, I have decided to save some of my best prose for this review.

Напиток хорошо мой друг

The Sunday before Labor Day - because I knew I would need a recovery day – I followed the light and reached into the refrigerator and extracted a 25.4 ounce bottle of Marshal Zhukov’s Imperial Stout, which Lady J had purchased at Cigar City Brewing (in Tampa, FL) a few days earlier.

For the curious at heart, Marshal of the Soviet Union Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov, is one of the most decorated Generals in the history of the Soviet Union. He played a major role in leading the Red Army through Eastern Europe to liberate the Soviet Union from the Axis Powers' occupation and conquer Berlin during World War II.

Zhukov was known for his detailed planning, tough discipline and strictness, and a "never give up" attitude. Hence it is fitting that I would do battle with this Imperial Stout named in his honor on the day before Labor Day.

The Marshal Zhukov Imperial Stout checks in at 11% abv and the label cuts a serious profile of what is to come.

The Zhukov pours a pitch black. As black as a starless Siberian night. First whiff is a trip into the dark territory. Dark chocolate, molasses, toffee? All the above complement a coffee-like nose that does not prepare you for first sip.

The Marshal’s first offensive lures you in with creaminess, but you are quickly overwhelmed by the thick, rich mouthfeel. Chocolate is definitely present, but you must respect the Marshal, nothing will come easy – especially when the alcohol is cleverly hidden within layers of flavor.

When the Marshal warms up, as it should, it is truly a sipping beer. The sweetness is nicely balanced against the English hops. You cannot rush, otherwise the Marshal will take you down in defeat.

I was reinforced with several snacks during the drawn out battle. Oddly, Cheez-It snack crackers are an excellent pairing for this brew. Go figure.

As the shadows grew long and the sky darkened, the Marshal was on his last legs. Victory could not be denied and over eight hours after we began, I finally outlasted the Marshal Zhukov Imperial Stout.

This most excellent brew receives a Marathon Rating!

Напиток хорошо мой друг translates to “Drink well my friend”

Do you know who rocks? Lady J, of course. Does your spouse bring you beer when he/she travels? Just sayin’…

On the Jukebox: The Trip to Pirate’s Cove – Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Eat This–Eat Nothing

2011-09-06T17:59:00.001-05:00

Recently, CNNs Sanjay Gupta talked about the best way to prevent a heart attack, espousing a plant-based diet. Lose the meat; lose the dairy; no eggs; and no oils. Of course, the key is a diet like this could “potentially” prevent a heart attack. Good news, I think. I am all about potential. I think. Better news is you can find articles about athletes switching to a plant-based diet and still succeeding at a high level.

Conversely, Mark Sisson provides a wealth of scientific proof of how healthy a Primal Diet (meat and fruits/vegetables) can be over at Mark’s Daily Apple. Grains are eschewed for more proteins and vitamins. Recently another convert rid himself of hypertension, pre-diabetes, metabolic syndrome and 75 pounds.

Sisson’s Primal Blueprint notes marathoners and triathletes follow the plan, but the diet is not meant for people with that lifestyle. In fact, Sisson – a former marathoner himself - all but suggests we give up marathons and other extreme events altogether. But that is a different post.

In Christopher McDougal’s “Born to Run” Joe Vigil remarks ”Eat like a poor person and you'll only see your doctor on the golf course.” Of course, Vigil was not referring to the value menu at McDonald’s. But what exactly does “eating like a poor person” mean? Depending on your agenda and your point of view, it could mean a plethora of different things.

In her book, Food Guide for Marathoners, Nancy Clark all but calls carbo-loading a myth. Not that carbo-loading isn’t possible, but eating a large pasta dinner does not mean you will have the energy to run well. Your body must be receptive to storing carbs and “that naturally happens as a response to your months of training.”

If your head isn’t about to explode, then congratulations on finding the perfect diet. Or at least the perfect nutritionist. The problem is, regardless of the diet, there are scores of elite athletes that swear by it. Elite athletes also typically have better resources (nutrition wise, food wise, and time wise) than the common athlete. A lean mean football player weighing 260 pounds eats a lot of food – even if it is all “good” food.

For us common folk, show me a diet and I will show you a success story. Beer diet? Check. The pumpkin diet? Indeed. We all know I can go on and you get the idea.

Here is what I know. We evolved because of meat. Many experts agree on this, including Katharine Milton, a UC Berkeley anthropologist specializing in diet. I also know fruits and vegetables are an important part of any diet as are certain grains. It’s also important to realize that cultures relying heavily on any one aspect of the different food groups have been subjected to different diseases because of their diet. Balance is key.

But even a well-balanced diet these days has issues. Our meat today, as well as most everything else we eat, is much different than a typical human of several hundred, not to mention several thousand, years ago ate. This is due in part to preservatives, animal injections, and commercial processes that strip vitamins and minerals from vegetables and grains. Let’s not get started with the additives that provide enhanced flavor, but no nutritional value and extra calories and fat we don’t need.

We are still learning about nutrition, but there is still much we don’t know. We still try to explain how can one human eat McDonald’s on a regular basis and live to be 90+ years old, while another whole grains, and a plethora of vegetables and has a heart attack in his 40’s. Sure, many factors at play, but nutrition is still part of the answer.

I wonder if we need to go back in time and re-evaluate how we eat. Nowadays, food is more marketing than nutrition and time strapped consumers are grabbing the easiest thing. What would happen if we went back to the age of the stay at home spouse? And yes, I am intimating the spouse staying at home could be male or female. But many dual income families (with children) are not bringing home enough after tax dollars to make that second paycheck worthwhile. A little radical, yes – but even Lady J and I are working on a plan to extract her from the workforce and live on one income. Consider a spouse with time to manage the household and provide nutritional meals. Brilliant!

A little off track there, but a salient point although enough rambling. I need to get back to the question of who is right and what should I eat. I can’t afford a nutritionist, plus I don’t know how many interviews it would take to find the right one. But I do understand conventional wisdom and I realize that many times I am a victim of myself. I need to consistently make the right choices and continue to learn. To me, right now, that means a diet featuring lean meats, whole grains and plenty of vegetables is sustainable in my little world.

And everything has to be in moderation. Yes, moderation.

^ Not moderation – and a bit naughty…

But first, I need a double death cheeseburger with extra cholesterol. Kidding, of course.

On the Jukebox: Gold Mine – Breanne Duren

Brewlicious in the Ballroom

2011-09-03T08:36:00.001-05:00

Last night my great friend Brian and I kicked off the weekend with a Beer Tasting event named “Brewlicious,” a special event at the Brewmasters Craft Beer Festival. Brewlicious is a veritable feast of beer and specially prepared food. You will have to forgive me for not remembering all the names of the dishes and the people I met (the other half of my brain – Lady J – was not present), but mark my word it was an excellent time.

It’s Good to be the King

My very good friend Brian and I each opted to get one of the limited VIP passes, which not only gave us a private area to relax every now and again, but featured foods and brews not available in the main ballroom. It was definitely worth the price of admission.

Deer sausage quesadillas were one of the excellent choices in the VIP area. Another was a milkshake made with North Coast Brewing’s Old Rasputin – hello!

There were a plethora of fabulous beers to choose from in the VIP area – causing some novices to experience malt and hop overload. Included was the Stone Lukcy Basartd Ale – spell that four times fast! Arrogant Bastard Ale, OAKED Arrogant Bastard Ale, Double Bastard Ale are present in this triumvirate of the beer arts. I felt lucky indeed.

Brian and I could have spent the entire evening in the VIP room, but we play well with both the beautiful people and the commoners. Hence, to the main floor with a dose of frivolity.

Are You Hungry?

Welcome to the beer festival – have one of these – yada, yada, yada - It’s got crab.

I am not sure what you just said, but I heard the word “crab.” Done and done and yum! There was wonderful and exciting food all around. One restaurant even did upscale corn dogs. Yeah, I said it – upscale corn dogs - and they were goodness.

Deliciousness abounds! Empanadas with plantains. Oh my. So good. So very good. If anyone went away from the festival hungry, it was their own darn fault.

Power to the People

One of the best things about the evening was chatting with the different beer representatives. These folks not only know beer, they love beer.

Arlo from Ska Brewing. He brought some Decadent Imperial IPA to the table. Arlo, you are one of my new best friends!

Speaking of new best friends. A few months ago the North Coast Brewing rep said her goal was to get more North Coast selections on the shelves. She delivered! Last night she also delivered up some Brother Thelonious Belgian Style Abbey Ale. Heaven in a glass!

Chris from Real Ale Brewing was in the house with his fiancée (They are getting married next month). Not only did he bring some world class beers, but he also gave up his sign for the greater good.

The greater good being the Last Mile Lounge. Wall space in Lady J’s and my bar may be limited, but there is a place for a Real Ale sign. Thanks Chris!

Tag team reps? This is a husband and wife team from Lagunitas. Talk about having it all. They live in San Diego (craft beer capital of the world, by the way) and rep the Lagunitas portfolio of beers across the Southwest. I know what Lady J and I will be doing during the second phase of our lives together!

Brian and I scored some of the Lagunitas posters as the evening was ending. Thank you Lauren and Lauren’s husband (yeah, forgot the name – sorry. I suck).

Credit Where Credit is Due

The organizers behind the Brewmasters Craft Beer Festival did an excellent job with this event. Most people don’t realize it is very hard to put on an event like this due to Texas beer laws, which by the way are as archaic as they are ridiculous. Big props go out to the team at Food & Vine Time Productions, as well as the various beer reps who talked about their craft beer offerings and some of the new brews in the pipeline. For folks such as Brian and I, getting to talk to the different people behind the beer is as important as the beer itself.

To say it was a wonderful evening would be an understatement. Brian and I were like kids with free reign of the candy store. Every ten minutes one us proclaimed, “You gotta try…” Indeed, I gotta try…

On the Jukebox: Flagpole Sitta – Harvey Danger

Friday Farts

2011-09-02T09:40:00.001-05:00

Wherein I ramble on about essentially nothing in particular.

Spike This

This is one of my few remaining cotton shirts. A favorite that has withstood wind, rain, sun, sand, almost two decades of washing and multiple downsizings of the wardrobe.

To wit, back in the day when I was much more spry, I used to play a ton of volleyball. Intramurals in college, YMCA Leagues, Bar Leagues, and weekend upon weekend of twos in the sand.

Not to toot my own horn, but I used to be pretty darn good. Of course, that was then. I think I hold on to the shirt as validation that I was once a maniac on the court and I fear that giving it up will only highlight how much my skills have diminished. Sigh.

Face Rape

Earlier this week SUAR asked “What’s your worst/most interesting first date story?”

Back in the days of Yor, when I was concerned about things more important than girls, I was set up on a date – really a double date, so my friend could score with some hussy.

To say we were incompatible would be an understatement. Not that we didn’t get along, but she was more “hair” and “shoes” and I was more “political climate” and “music.”

It was quite obvious early on there would be no second date. But apparently she still wanted something of substance. At the end of the evening, ever the gentleman, I walked her to her door. After a quick “thank you” I thought I was home free until she began, without warning, to face rape me. WTF? Bitch, I paid for dinner, what more do you want?

Did I mention I was on crutches at the time? My so called friend witnessed the whole thing, but opted to take his time honking his horn, signaling it was time to move on. There may still be lipstick scars on my face to this day.

Poll Dancer

Adam, whose attempts at being boring are more feeble than ever, is conducting a poll. Specifically, Would you rather...be fast and injured or slow and healthy?

What the hell? I am slow and injured right now. How much slower do I have to get?

The full question is “Would you rather be a fast runner, one who is a consistent age group placer in large races, but constantly injured or be 100% injury free but be in the back of the pack?”

I guess I am a product of my slowness (except for the occasional injury). I do not run too many large races and have won or placed in my age group in smaller races. Thus, I guess you could say slow and healthy is my choice. Although the thought is relative. Shouldn’t there be something about beer in this question?

If you have not yet participated in Adam’s poll, give yourself a spanking and then go over and choose an answer.

Peace – Out!

OK folks, a holiday weekend is upon us. Enjoy your time with friends and family and in whatever you plan to do.

On the Jukebox: Smooth Criminal – Alien Ant Farm

Schedule Reset

2011-08-31T07:32:00.001-05:00

After yesterdays shortastic post, I felt you deserved a little more. Not much more, but a little more.

Tomorrow Lady J is off to Tampa to visit family and to get a super deluxe mofo steroidal jelly donut shot into her shoulder. Hopefully one shot is all she will need and the road to recovery can commence. With her shoulder being down, all she has been able to do is cycle. This is better than nothing, but is only a portion of what is necessary to train for a triathlon. Although the remainder of this tri season is a bust, we are crossing our fingers she can begin looking forward to next season and actually get in a triathlon where she is 100% healthy. I know, it’s the little things.

Say Goodbye to Rocky

Goodbye Rocky.

After a minor setback (tweaking my calf) and much thought, I am opting not to enter the Rocky Raccoon 50K. I may do the 25K Trail Run, but the 50K is definitely out.

^ Sorry little fella, but Jamoosh is taking a pass. Mock me if you must.

There are definite positives to doing the 50K. Including going into the first marathon of my season with a 30+ mile run under mile belt. That’s got to be good for the confidence.

But the issue with my calf is setting me back at least a week and I wonder if kicking up the mileage to run a 50K in early November is a contributor. I have decided it is best to focus on my original goal and reset my schedule for the marathon I have signed up for in December. Done and done.

Sigh of relief.

Schedule

Usually when I schedule out my season, I try to be flexible. Especially if there is a local race that I want to do. That said, while it may be OK to add in a half marathon or 25K on the front end, perhaps it was not such a good idea to add in a 50K. A half or 25K doesn’t really affect the training plan, whereas adding a 50K to the front end changes the training plan significantly. Lesson learned.

When you build your schedule, how flexible are you?

Two Things Tuesday

2011-08-30T13:56:00.001-05:00

(1) Have you ever stood next to someone who has “hospital” smell?" Creepy.

(2) If a runner PRs in the forest, but doesn’t have a timing chip, did he/she really PR?

Seriously, that’s it!

This and That

2011-08-29T12:07:00.001-05:00

^Genius or not…

While many were freaking out in some form or other over Irene, Lady J and I headed Northwest to Austin, TX this weekend. Big fun and good beer was definitely had.

We met up with a good friend of mine whom I had not seen in many, many years. Jana was cool back in the day when I actually aspired to be cool (FAIL, by the way). There was some trepidation since technically Jana, although just a friend, is a woman from my past (i.e. before Lady J). Thankfully Lady J and Jana bonded well over drinks.

^ Female bondaging happening right before my eyes…

Jaclyn and I also hit up a few breweries. Surprise!

The picture below is of a bottle of beer from an unnamed brewery. There is no label because it has not been released yet. I am not at liberty to say exactly how I came to possess this particular beer. However it could have something to do with trading something from my beer stash or Lady J flashing the brewer. I’ll let your imagination decide the more appropriate answer.

^ Score!

Sunday morning, before departure, I went for a run along the water. The bad news is I had to cut the run short because of a super tight calf. The good news is it is definitely a scenic run.

^We have bats in Houston and in fact have our own bat sh*t bridge we have to run under. Oddly, the one in Austin has a lower level of bat stank. Go figure.

^Across the lake from downtown Austin just after sunrise

^Another lake shot

^Crossing the water from one trail to another – for a few moments the city is forgotten

^A shot from the other side of the crossing bridge

On the Jukebox: Pumped Up Kicks – Foster the People

It’s That Time of Year

2011-08-26T12:33:00.001-05:00

Some runners (like this young lady) are already there and have been for several weeks. This week, specifically today, I arrived. It’s when big mileage and a big heat index cross paths and decide to walk hand in hand for a few months.

16 miles was necessary this morning because I am brew touring Saturday in Austin (not only that, I am starting this afternoon in Houston – sweet!).

78 degrees with a dew point to match translates into 97% humidity. Houston, we have a problem; I can only embrace the humidity for so long before it becomes a giant succubus. Three miles – five miles – ten miles – twelve miles – bring it! Sixteen miles – call me a cab.

And so it went, while some folks were rolling out of bed with the rising sun, I was finishing the last of my miles, which may have resembled more of a shuffle than a run. Along my route I saw a dead rabbit, a few dead frogs, and a dead snake. Obviously somebody was trying to appease the Running Gods and apparently the Running Gods were not impressed. Hence the humid weather with nary a breeze.

Note to those with rampant theological beliefs. Merely taking the life an animal in the “name” of the Running Gods is essentially ineffective. The Running Gods, like some of us, enjoy the charred flesh of many in the animal kingdom, ergo nothing short of roasting said sacrifice so the flavorful smoke rises to the heavens is acceptable. This is also why, if you were sacrificing beer, you would simmer it (it never hurts to throw in some sausages – brats work really well – while you are at it); so the nectar rises to the Gods. Word.

I apologize for getting off topic. Anyway, the last part of my run was a slog and I know many of you are familiar with the experience. But the important thing is I got it done and earned my just rewards. In fact, as I opened the fridge to grab a pre-staged water bottle I saw an ice cold Maui Brewing IPA staring back at me. Tempting, very tempting.

But 7:15 in the morning? I think not – especially with beer to come this afternoon. So I settled for a Whataburger bacon cheese-burger (with grilled jalapenos) instead. Thank you Whataburger!

I Got the Hill in Me!

I think I have seen a turning point on the hills this week. I recently started pushing one of my two hill runs that I do each week in Atlanta. I was able to blow out an 8:38 on my last mile, most of which is uphill, on Wednesday.

Slow for some; fast for me. But the reality is I am getting what amounts to an “extreme” hill workout and that can’t be bad, can it? Well, of course not.

Folks, the weekend is among us. Some of you are racing out in Oregon. Others, for some odd reason, opted to incorporate a half marathon into you bachelor party. Finally, a few of you will be dealing with Hurricane Irene. Regardless of where you are running - or hiding - may you stay motivated and injury free. I would like to say I will be thinking of you, but I have breweries to visit.

On the Jukebox: Lump – The Presidents of the United States of America