First things first: after typing the first "e" in this post's title autocomplete gave me one possible completion: "Ed man! Man ed!" So apparently on some message board I've made a post with that title. Anyone that can tell me who I ripped off that title from wins 10,000 points.
Second, I just did some elevation training in the Sierra Nevadas. Ended up running probably around 10 or 11 mostly-flat miles (uncertainty is due to how many times I got lost and ran up and down random hills at the beginning of the run trying to find some logical trail). I realize that running once at elevation doesn't really provide much training, it won't quiet the pain. But it will give me some rough idea of what the pain will be like. Some observations:
- I really, really have no sense for how far and fast I'm running. At all. It doesn't help that I don't wear a watch. Neither does unfamiliarity with elevation. Pace was somewhere between six and seven minutes per mile, and that's all I really know, other than that I was running slightly faster than the traffic on the road was moving on my way back. That was really my motivation as I was starting to really feel tired, "I have to catch that red convertible with the dog hanging out the window".
- The trail was sandwiched between a road (which was suffering from major congestion) and a river. After getting back I went down to the river to get my feet wet. There were rafters on the river. One of them was a kid that couldn't have been much over 10 or 12 (it was definitely an even number of years, he could have been a small 14-year old) holding a can of Coors Light. Wrong mountains, kid. What he
should have been holding was a bottle of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Mmmm, Sierra Nevada Pale Ale.
- Some automatic-transmission cars occasionally do this thing called "downshifting" when you stomp on the gas to pass someone or, say, get up a huge mountain instead of rolling back down like Calvin Butterball after he ran out of gas (again, 10,000 points for identifying the reference). Mine isn't one of them. The transmission just sits there in fourth sticking its tounge out at the engine. So
that's what the "3", "2" and "1" settings are for. I really have to learn to drive stick. With an automatic I averaged 38MPG for the trip (no, I am not one of those fancy-pantses with a trip computer, I am a dork that likes to do math in my head to break the monotony of freeway driving), so with a manual I probably could have broke 40, which is always exciting.
- I cannot stress how much I regret not bringing my bike for some post-run riding. Although if I would have left it out on the rack and someone had stolen it while I was out running (I could lock it to the rack, but you could just remove the whole rack off the car and take it back to your lair if you were determined... my bike isn't worth that much effort, but unfortunately it looks very similar to other bikes that are) I would have regretted that even more.
- At a used CD shop up in the mountains I bought three albums: Van Morrison's "Moondance", Hüsker Dü's "Zen Arcade" and Modest Mouse's "The Moon and Antarctica". That's a reasonably eclectic mix, but I think I could do better.
I have been posting like a fiend lately! Well, I am posting again today because I just got back from the gym and I am mad. So I have been trying to do multiple runs within 24-hour periods. So last night I did 4 miles and this morning 5 (both would have been longer runs if the heat index hadn't been above 100). I decided to do another 5 miler at the gym today on the treadmill, escaping the heat and all. But the treadmill bores me to tears, even with the TV. So I do hill intervals. Fun times!
So I just got back from my run, which is why I had to whine about my hamstring, but then I thought "Dude, quit yer bitching. It's boring." So I am going to bury my last post with team info, since now we have a team! Yay! For those five people who aren't on our team who read the blog, our running lineup is:
So I'm back in the midwest after a long hot week in central Florida where we yet again assaulted two unsuspecting rivers with Rhodamine dye (I'll point out that the post title is an anagram of Rhodamine, just so I don't seem like a freak :-)). Parts of my heels are still fluorescent pink! I was going to put the picture of me holding the juvenile alligator that the state biologist caught right before we injected the dye, but like most people on the internet, I am vain and I don't think the picture is very flattering, so my dye stained feet will have to suffice :-)
So now that the marathon is over, and I am still sufficiently sane that I haven't signed up for a fall one, I have decided that I should start training specifically for the relay. A friend here who has run a lot up in the Rockies said "Run the stadium stairs until you start panting like a dog." So Sunday afternoon (after volunteering at the National Special Olympics - my event got cancelled and so they sent me and the others to another medical tent and so we were double staffed at the med tent for... Bocce Ball), I decided to run at the stadium. After warming up, I ran up and down the stairs for 20 minutes or so. It was hot and I was tired at the end (although I am not sure I was panting) but it wasn't so bad and I figured 20 minutes was a good interval to start with. The next day I felt fine and even did some lunges and squats at the gym. Monday night I went running with Kori and did a fast 3 miler and felt good.
