One of the good things about running is it gives you plenty of time to think. At times that can a bad thing. I tend to be curmudgeonly….well I am told that, but I don’t really believe it. However, when ever I run I usually think about things that irritate me. So Sunday morning when the Bride and I were watching the start of the Marine Corps Marathon. It is always motivating to watch the start of the race and listen to different reasons why people run races.
Some of the reasons people were running very motivational. Others were just flat out annoying. The one reason that irritates me the most is fund raising. I know that sounds awful to a lot of people. So before you attack me, let me finish. When I listen to a lot of people I don’t get the sense they are not really doing it to help others. They do it to make themselves feel good. I find it offensive to do some for solely to make themselves feel good about themselves. These are the people who typically get pissed when after the third time I donate to their latest cause I refuse to donate any more.
I continued to think about this as I drove to meet Running Buddy for our Sunday morning run. She and I see the world in very different ways, so I always find it interesting to pick her brain. I figured she would give me 1) some feel good cock-a-mamie reason I would not buy or 2) some legitimate reason I had not thought of. Surprisingly, she agreed with me. She has been overrun with people looking for donations and then they get pissed when she is tapped out.
There is another reason that irritates me will have to wait until later. I would like to a little research.
Discuss among yourself.
This past Sunday was the Army Ten Miler and my fourth time running this great race. I really enjoy the organization and course. Plus of course I get to see a lot of old friends.
The Bride and I went to packet pickup on Friday night so as not to have to deal with the crowds on Saturday. If you have never run this race then you don’t understand just how crowded pickup can be. I have seen people wait over 2 hours to get in. Friday evening is definitely the time go. We were in and out.
Sunday we arose at 0500 and were on the road at 0545. We had to make a stop at a friends house to feed their family cat. I have to say that canned cat food makes me gag. This year we decided to park in the parking garage at Pentagon City Mall. This made getting to the race much easier, not to mention warmer, but getting out was a real pain in the ass. We linked with our friends and walked over to the race.
This year I started in the in the last wave with the Bride. The cannon went off and I jogged along with the masses. At this point I realized that I need to find a latrine. I knew there would be some about mile 3, but the beauty of this race is there is a bunch of bushes right after the first bridge. So me and a few score of others assisted in the irrigation on Route 110.
After my relief I was feeling pretty good. I had to keep myself slow because I knew that I hadn’t run more than five miles in months. Everything went well until right after mile seven. At that point I started to fall apart and had to walk some. From mile eight to almost mile nine I picked up the pace again. I always forget how step the interstate is right before mile nine. After mile nine it is down a ramp and on to the finish line. I ran into to my commander from Afghanistan at the bottom of the hill. He started before me and I had caught him, so I was feeling pretty good about myself. I only had another three quarters of a mile to go to the finish line. I finished the race in 1:42 which is nothing to brag about but much better than I expected. After the race we linked up our friends and went and had a great brunch.
For some strange reason, well it is not exactly strange, I just don’t hit the pavement as much as I should. If I can run a 10 miler at 10 min/mile with very little training all I need to do is TRAIN. Damn!!!
So Thursday morning the Federal Government opened back for business which meant that I could access the parking lot at Belle Haven Marina. Thank you Park Police for removing the barriers. However, I don’t think you removed them with the same zeal that you put them up. This was to be my last run prior to Army Ten Miler on Sunday. I am not ready for this race. I have not run more that a 10K in months—and that was just one 10K that I ran with the Bride at her pace. So my intent of the ATM is gauge where I am as I start to prepare for the Eagleman 70.3. More that in another post. Tonight the Bride and I are heading to packet pickup for the ATM. I am hoping that it is not as crowded as it normally is on Saturday. More about the packet pick and the race coming soon.
I just realized that when it comes to blogging I am living up to my name. I have been lazy and claimed that I would not be, but I lied. So I am really trying to get back on the blogging wagon and twitter wagon. This past week in the Nation’s Capitol Mother Nature has been a wet blanket on all outside activities (and our elected leaders have been a wet blanket on inside activities) with close to four inches of rain. If you think that put a damper on my workouts….you would correct.
On Tuesday I started a five mile run and this is what happened. I was a mile and half into the run and just said hello to a nice lady and her dog. I was feeling good and was cruising right along when when out of the dark the flat pavement jumped up and tripped me. Actually it was a long loop on my left shoe. OUCH. I found my water bottle in the dark and ran on back home.
I did not do anything until Saturday morning. I re-installed my bike back in the house and ride an hour prior to College Football and the Ironman World Championships. My UGA Dawgs looked pitiful yesterday, but my Alma Mater won their fourth game of the year (first football team since 1942). I also had a lot of fun following a couple of my friends on Ironman Live as they tackled Kona.
This morning I was up to run with my running buddy. However, it was another rainy morning and I ended up at the pool. I am happy to report I swam 2000m, but I am not happy to report my time.
Watching the World Championships yesterday provided me with a lot of the motivation I have been missing. Lets see how long until I become lazy again.
This morning I went out with Running Buddy for our first run in about six weeks. I was out of town for three of those weeks and then she had committed a stair walking sin—missed the bottom step. Most of the bruising is gone and we were able to do a slow 3.5 miles.
The Bride and I spent the day the our local pool lounging about. Now it is about time to get cleaned up for the annual Neighborhood Friends of George Washington Picnic at Mount Vernon. We are lucky enough to live in the appropriate historic zip code.
I don’t know about you, but the first part of any solo bike ride I take is filled with thoughts. As my ride gets longer I think less, enjoy the ride, and in some cases deal with the pain. I haven’t been my bike in about 45 days and she missed me. She missed me so much that she made spend some time changing my front tube before I could hit the road this morning. Considering I had to change the back tube on my last ride it started me out in a less than gleeful state of mind. (Truth be told I have had this bike for almost 3 years and these tubes have seen most of the use.)
My way of evaluating the world around me is to put people into buckets or even multiple buckets. I have all sorts of buckets. I make snap decision based on all sorts of things. I have been told I am a “lumper” as opposed to a “splitter”. A lumper wants to know the time. A splitter may ask what time it is, but they really want to know how to build a watch. During the first 30 minutes of a solo ride I am usually unhappy…don’t ask me why…I know I am on a bike enjoying a beautiful day. So one of my favorite games to play is evaluating angry drivers by their cars. In this post I will not reveal which bucket of car and driver I have found to be the most rude, but all guesses are welcome.
Upon completion of my ride it was time to clean and lube the chain and cassette. Tri-Flow has been my old stand by many years. This summer I realized I rode over 300 miles before my chain/cassette showed any signs of getting dirty. This was after my spring tune-up at my LBS. When I cleaned and lubed with Tri-Flow it was more like 50 miles. Last week I asked my LBS what they used on the chain. Their lube of choice is Rock N Roll Gold. So of course I had to buy some. This product is both a cleaner and lube. Prior to starting I missed that part in the instructions (no gasps) and cleaned it with Park’s Citrus Degreaser. I will provide an update after I put a few miles on the bike.
For the past few months I have been rather “under the weather”. Not that I have been sick, but rather just down. I really wish that I could tell you why. It has just been almost impossible for me to get up and out the door in mornings. My work outs have sucked, that is when I have done them. Don’t get me wrong…when I have actually got off my ass and hit the road or the pool I have felt great afterward. It has been that initial moment after waking up and realizing I could sleep another hour or more.
Something snapped in me this past weekend. Maybe it was having my spirits lifted by Jimmy Buffett. Or maybe it was hearing how well some friends did during the Luray International Triathlon. I had to get back out there. I have to firm up what has gotten flabby in the last few months. Sunday and Monday night I was in bed by 9pm and up about 4am. Then I hit the road. Neither runs were very far; only about 3.5 miles each day. Today’s run was 3 minutes fasters than Monday’s…and it was hotter and more humid.
Dr. Maxwell Maltz claims that it takes 21 days to make a habit. I don’t know if that is true or not. But let’s see where I am in 21 days.