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That spiral thing. When life takes over and you don't get to run or workout. So your stress level goes up (along with your weight and other not so good numbers). So you know you need to get back out there, but you feel further and further behind. So it spirals a bit. Until it's a month or two later, and all those bad numbers go higher. Now you feel guilty about it. And a 2 mile run feels like a half marathon. And you're telling yourself you can still do this. But you're not really sure.<br />
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Yeah, most of us have. Living in the middle of it right now. So what's going on? It's a lot of the same things all at the same time.<br />
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Work. Love my job, and I'm lucky to have it. I work for a world class company and have an awesome team. But the world is changing, and the way I do my job is changing with it. People don't watch TV the same way, don't buy the same way, don't stay loyal to a brand the same way, and those are the three key factors to the business I run. So that's stressful and it brings a new challenge every 24 hours or so. So that all equals stress.<br />
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Family, of which I'm truly blessed to have, is also in transition. The kids are heading out (in fits and starts) and finding their own way. But their not independent yet. Mom is getting better, but she may never be independent again. And we live in Santa Monica. So the bills don't get smaller, they just seem to appear out of nowhere and grow to new heights. So that all equals stress.<br />
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And I'm not getting younger. Right, running away from 50, that's part of the deal. I get tired easier. I get new health issues instead of birthday presents. I'm still grinding, but it's not as simple as it used to be. Add to that the path I chose. I never was good in school, so I did it my own way. Out work the crowd. Take risks, take but shots, and never take off. That means in the last 25 to 30 years, I've had a few one week vacations, but I've been at it pretty much non-stop since the mid '80's.<br />
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All that means I have the occasional morning where I wake up and think "what the fuck am I doing?" Seems like most people had a plan, go to school, chose a career, move up and make it. I sorta got here because I got offered a position, and thought, "Hey that looks cool!" Jumped at it and didn't think about what would come next. Pretty much every time. So what does come next? Where is the plan? What am I supposed to do now?<br />
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Please send your responses to marc@ImFuckingClueless.com<br />
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That translates into the running thing as a huge pile of "I'm not motivated today." And that's why it's so hard to regain any kind of consistency in training.<br />
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That's why, maybe, the struggle to stay active is real. Sometimes the struggle to show up is real.<br />
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So what to do? Trying to do those little 2 and 3 mile runs a few times a week just to keep myself in the game.<br />
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<span data-offset-key="foor2-0-0">A few days after that I found myself sitting in the basement of a church in Park Slope, trying to figure out what the fuck these bright eyed, cheerful, coffee drinking, cigarette smoking Jesus freaks were talking about. Yes, I had a whole lot to get my arms wrapped around. Turned out they weren't all that cheerful, they mostly weren't Jesus freaks, the bright eyed thing was just in comparison to me, but the coffee and cigarettes thing was truly legit. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="foor2-0-0">The other thing that happened was that this guy named Kim walked up to me and told me a) I need a sponsor, and b) until I could think for myself, it was going to be him. That was definitely just the first two things he told me, not the only things he was going to tell me. He had it all ready for me. "Take it easy" "One day at at time" "Keep it Simple Stupid" "HALT" " People places and things", he had a seemingly endless array of cheesy, simplistic cliches that I absolutely fucking hated. But that in some bizarre way helped me get through each painful confusing substance free day. The one that he hammered on was 90 meetings in 90 days. And that was only the minimum daily requirement. He got me to 2, 3 ,4 a day for those first few months. Morning, mid day, evening, midnight. Clubhouse, Rec halls, Community centers, hospitals, rehabs, jails, and a lot of church basements. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="foor2-0-0">Back then, my day started and ended with Kim. I'd call him to ask him what to eat. I'd call him to ask him what to wear. I'd call him to ask him who I could talk to, who I could get help from, who I should stay away from. I called him to bitch, I called him to scream. I called him to ask if the noise in my head was real. I called him fairly often to ask if all this bullshit was worth it. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="foor2-0-0">I made it through those 90 days, Kim was there for all of it. I got married, Kim was there. I got a job. Kim was there for me. I got my career back on track, I got a new place, I got 6 months, a year, 2 years. Kim was the one constant through all of it. As I progressed, he was always a step ahead of me. He warned me about the feelings that would come up as I got passed the initial fog. He talked to me about the way life came back at you once you decided you wanted back in. He helped me deal with all the issues that come from rebuilding a career, "getting your brains back" after 5 years, changing jobs, pretty much all of it. He was even there when the kids were born, and got to hear all about the fears and insecurities I was dealing with at the prospect of being responsible for these new forms of life. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="foor2-0-0">Kim never really asked me for anything. It's part of the program, but that doesn't mean most people live by it. He did. I know he got something out of the deal, but from my end, it always looked one sided. He was always there for me, he was always patient and willing to listen. He offered advice, never gave orders (not after the first 90 days anyway). He wasn't judgmental, and he even understood my struggles with religion, and never forced the "God stuff" on me. And he never asked me for a single fucking thing. Even when I offered, even when I knew he was in trouble. It just didn't work that way for him. I think for those first 8 to 10 years he saw me as his responsibility, as his burden to bear. If I progressed he was happy, if I needed something he was there, and that was that. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="foor2-0-0">Weeks turned to months, then to years. In 1998 I moved to Florida to start a business. That grew and the kids got older, and led to another move out to the coast. I ended up in Santa Monica, where I am now, with a career that spans 30 years, two healthy happy grown kids and pretty much everything I ever could have asked for. All of that, in some large part, I got because I knew Kim.</span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="foor2-0-0">My trips to NYC slowed down, and Kim and I didn't talk as often. By 2005 or 2006 he had his own issues to deal with, he'd moved away from the Slope, and we didn't get to connect for a long time. I knew there was more I should have done. I knew he was struggling, and I wasn't. I tried to reach out, not hard enough. But I'm not sure to this day he wanted my help. It wasn't the way it worked for him. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="foor2-0-0">Fortunately, for me anyway, we got to reconnect last year. Got to trade emails, talk on the phone a few times. 25 years makes a difference, but it was still Kim. He told me a little about his personal struggles, just so I would know what was going on. He told me a little about reconnecting with folks close to him he'd lost touch with, but again, only so I'd know he was ok. But mostly, he wanted to hear about me. About mom, about Jan, about the kids. Where I was, what I was doing. Did I still go to meetings, was I dealing with defects of character, did I have a plan. Some of my answers he was happy with, others he was ready to challenge me on. Like I said, it was still Kim.</span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="foor2-0-0">How does a music obsessed hard headed, arrogant, stubborn, fuck up like me walk into a room and get adopted by an 60's acid rock guitarist who got to work with Hendrix? It was scripted. I had no defense left, and he was to me the coolest guy in the world before I even got to really know him. </span></div>
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I'll never be able to thank Kim for all he did for me. But he did it, and I was blessed and lucky to know him. I can't pay him back, I can just keep moving forward. That was one of the sayings "Neither regret the past, nor shut the door on it". I grateful for everything he did for me, I will continue to learn from the example he set, and I'll keep moving forward, never give up. That's what he told me to do. One day at at time. </div>
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I'm no stranger to missing races. It's sort of table stakes in my life, scheduling a marathon, doing most or all of the training, and then having to miss.<br />
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But this one bummed me out a little. Was registered to run The San Francisco Marathon on July 31st, and have been pretty much through all the training runs. But you know, life gets in the way. Travel plans changed, family health issues came up, work got crazy, and my best friend in SF will be out of town too. So, wait 'til next year.<br />
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That's the thing about goals. They give you that bar to try and clear. But what if you don't clear it? Is it really a failure? For me, and for me with running, I've come to the conclusion that it's the training that really matters. Maybe I'm not running SF, but I got 4 or 5 months of planned runs in, a few 20's in there too. 4 to 5 times a week, outdoors or at the gym. That means maybe I'm not at the starting line this time, but I still got what I really needed out of the race. I still hit my goal. Ish.<br />
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Yeah I'm disappointed, and yeah, I'd like to run. But, you know, take the training as a win and pick another race later in the year. Maybe one that's a little cooler, and a little flatter?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-34294940721597106872016-02-29T12:14:00.003-08:002016-02-29T12:14:54.133-08:00Running Away on Vacation! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">I believe this to be true. It’s February, 2016,
and it’s been a year since I’ve taken time off. Not that it’s that long a time,
many go much longer, but I’m burnt. So I got to take 10 days off. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">And what do I do? I get to go for a run. Or a
cruise. Or a running cruise. Yeah. That’s it, a running cruise. Organized by a
couple form Toronto, “Run for Fun Cruises” are set on a 7 day tour of the
Caribbean, with 5K runs setup for each of the island stops along the way. Took
the tour last year, and did it again in 2016. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">And since they leave out of Miami, I get to
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Left Cali on Wednesday the 10<sup>th</sup> of
February, LAX to MIA, and bouced up to Dad’s in Lake Worth when we landed.
Thursday went by quickly, and didn’t even get a chance to get out and run. That
all started on Friday. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Friday February 12<sup>th</sup>, got my ass
back out there in the Florida heat and got moving again. I’ve been back at it
sporadically since November, but coming back this time has been a totally
different experience. In the past I could take a month off, or a few months
off, or a year off, and within a week I’ve got my legs back. But this was my
first big layoff past 50, and it wasn’t coming back so quickly. My splits were
still slow, my distances were still appallingly short, and my stamina was
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But I’m on vacation dammit, so I’m going to run. 4 miles. In the mid-day sun.
In Florida. And I loved it. 4 miles in 45 minutes and change. Not quick, still
only 11:20’s, but 4 miles, without walking. Run Streak day 1. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Still in Florida, still in the hot, albeit flat conditions. 6 miles. 11:14
splits. No walking. Runstreak day 2.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Valentines Day, it’s time to board the boat. The Norwegian Getaway our of the
Port of Miami. Back on the treadmill to keep moving, running circles on the
deck of a ship with 18 loops to the mile is not for me. 3 miles, 30 minutes
flat. 10’s. That’s right, 10’s. The fun part is that the boat rocks side to
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cruise. Jamaica, and well, when they said challenging 5K, they we’re sorta
trying not to scare us. It wasn’t challenging, it was completely insane. Just a
5K, starting from the port in Ocho Rios. And the first 2 miles were only
slightly uphill. But then at between the 3 and 4 k mark, we turned left, and
went straight up the mountain. Somewhere between 700 and 800 feet straight up
in the next 1.5K. Like straight up, the cars could barely handle it. And I
definitely could not. Walked it, in the heat, sweating my ass off, and bitching
the entire time. Figured, why kill myself on my first real vacation day of the
last year. Made it to the top, barely, and collapsed in a heap. Runkeeper was
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Flat flat flat. Thank you. 3 Mile run in 32 and change, back down to 10:50
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the Caribbean Ocean doesn’t suck either. Started out at 10’s, and made it
through the first 2 miles at that pace, but the heat was too much, again, not
worth dying, so did a bit of walking down the last mile to the beach and made
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in Cozumel. Felt like the entire town showed up, politicians, an athlete or
two, they shut down the road, gave us escorts, we felt like real runners. Had
an excursion I wanted to do after so I sprinted (for me) through it and had a
great time. 8:50 splits, and enough energy left to go snorkeling later in the
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of they day planted in lounge chairs eating fish tacos and dunking in the
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flight home, but even managed to drag the dog out for a quick 2 mile run with
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last year. Also good, but two things were much different this year. The cruise
itself had 4 stops with 4 runs, all in great destinations. Last year it was 3
stops with only 2 running eligiable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-24860668362234673462016-01-06T16:31:00.000-08:002016-01-06T16:31:35.465-08:00Time to get moving again!It's 2016, and yes, it's that time. Time to get my ass up and off the couch, back out there running again. The back end of 2015 was challenging. Family and health issues that we all have to deal with, but that can monopolize time and take you pretty far off course.<br />
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The result? I'm 30 pounds heavier then I was this time last year. A 3 mile run takes me 10 to 12 minutes more to complete then it did a year ago. My diet has gone completely to shit, and apparently I'm cursing a lot more. None of these are great signs.<br />
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So it's a good time to get back in gear. Started on Saturday, and got a short run in. 3 miles, but you know, better then nothing.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-38371531978744167962015-07-15T16:10:00.000-07:002015-07-15T16:10:19.677-07:00When 50 Fights BackI had a plan for 2015. And you know how that tends to go.<br />
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When I finished the Fort Lauderdale A1A Marathon, I figured, I got this. New PR, feeling great, and I'm ready to tackle SLO Marathon. Took a few days off to recover and then started building up again.<br />
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Went into my doctor to get my allergy meds renewed, and instead ended up at the Cardiologists. Doctor didn't like my BP, which led to a EKG, which showed a potential event, which led to a Echo Cardiogram. Having had most of my health issues in my life be self inflicted, and therefore mostly avoidable, being told that I might have had a heart attack, and didn't know it, was a complete shock.<br />
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Who do I tell? Who don't I tell? Who needs to know who do I not want to worry? What if this if for real, do I have to completely change how I live? Can I handle the stress and hours at work? Can I be active and alive? Am I looking at something even more dire? The days in between the first doctor visit and getting to Cedars for a full workup were mostly a blur of stress. Sleep issues, over thinking, creating scenarios, lots of "If... Then's". None of it productive. It would be a massive over statement to say I came face to face with mortality. Nothing that grand or dramatic. I was mostly just confused and my thinking was directionless.<br />
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Make a long story short, there was no cardiac event. Cardiologist thinks that as a runner (he actually called me an athlete and I tried to correct him), my resting heart rhythm has a very short alpha/upstroke, but a normal deep beta/downstroke. The EKG read this as potential damage resulting from an event. The subsequent tests and the Echo came back as normal, no damage. So as usual with me, all the over thinking and stress was completely unnecessary.<br />
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What was the real impact? The real impact was the addition of new meds to deal with my BP and cholesterol, etc. They have effected my energy levels, left me with some occasional dizziness, and changed how I feel when I run. Net, I can't run like I could just a few months ago.<br />
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Took some time off running though March and April, tried to get back out there in May. Didn't feel right, so I shut it down again, and here in July I'm getting back on my feet. Now 5K's feel like half marathons, and 10K's like ultras. My split times are two and three minutes slower, and my recovery time is longer. So it's going to be a long process getting back to where I want to be.<br />
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I missed SLO, and I'm not running SF Marathon this month. I'm only running two to three times a week right now, and I haven't tired a long slow run yet. I'm signed up for Chicago in the fall, but I'm not sure I'm going to get there yet.<br />
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What I've learned about this is that age is in fact not just a number. As I get a little older, there are going to be changes in my health that I need to adjust too. I need to stay active, but I need to pay attention to what I'm feeling. I need to not over react (big news there) and stress about every little thing. I need to be willing to change, but not give up. To adjust without surrendering. I need to take care of myself, in all of the different ways that means.<br />
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And hopefully through it all, I need to #Keeprunning.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-54017673885201032352015-02-24T13:14:00.002-08:002015-02-24T13:14:53.390-08:00Race Recap: A1A Marathon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Round about 6 months back, someone reached out to me on
Twitter about a “Running Cruise”. Big group, meeting in Fort Lauderdale, run
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Left work a few days early and headed to Lauderdale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good chance to see my father and not be
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The hotels haven’t changed. Still over priced and under
serviced. Still poorly maintained and barely adequate. If you want a great
vacation experience with healthy food and wonderful service, Fort Lauderdale
Beach is not the place to look. But I just wanted a room near the finish line
so I could collapse and shower after the run. Baia Mar checked that box. Found
the room, found some food (a poor excuse for fish tacos) and got my gear laid
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being set out front of the hotel, we all waited in line for the shuttle bus to
the start line over on the other side of the intracoastal. I got their early enough
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Got to the start line and searched out the 4:45 pace group.
Figured that was my best bet, and it was lead by an amazing lady named Maria.
The A1A Marathon was her 300<sup>th</sup>, and between her stories and the
bunny ears, I kinda thought it could be a great distraction for the later
stages in the race. One note. Don’t count on getting to a porta potty at the
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back over the intracoastal just as the sun was rising and turned north up A1A
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start for the full and half. The first 6 or 8 miles are pretty congested, and
even at my slow pace I had to dodge traffic quite a bit in the beginning. As a
result, maybe 6 miles in I saw a crease in the traffic and pulled a little
ahead of my 4:45 pace group to get into clean air. The quicker pace felt pretty
good, and I planned on keeping it up a mile or two and then drifting back to
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done, maybe the flat course, maybe just the cool temps and the familiar
landscape, I just kept on moving. By mile 8 I’d lost site of the 4:45 group
behind me and was ticking off miles more in the 10:20 to 10:30 range. The Half
Marathoners split off right around there and those of us in the full had the
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the familiar streets and neigborhoods. Past Oakalnd Park Blvd and Commercial,
past the bars and restaurants, the retirees and vacationers. By the 13.1 point,
I was pacing closer to 10:00/mile. Having only half way to go, I experimented
with the pace a bit and picked it up towards 9:45 splits. This took me most of
the way to the tour of the neighborhoods of North Lauderdale as we looped
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volunteers. Every hydration station and aid station was well staffed. Everyone
was smiling, every one had a choice of water or Gatorade, quite a few had Cliff
shots or a treat. For me the Gatorade went in and the water went over my head.
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track we were on didn’t give much resistance and as I passed 3 hours, I had a
really good feeling I could kill my best time. My splits were drifting down
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were gathering to rest, re count and cheer on the remaining runners. I got to
the finish in one piece, looked at the clock, and was almost shocked. Pretty
close to negative splits through the race, at least until mile 20, and then I
gave a little back. Still 4:25 is 19 minutes of my previous best, and not
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Run Streak Day 35!<br />
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Now I need to make some decisions. Is this helping? Is it healthy? Can I keep it up? Should I streak through the taper? What bout after my next race? So many questions.<br />
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The Run Streak thing has been a really great experience so far, feel like I'm getting a lot out of it. The routine, the discipline, the dependability, and the miles. It's quickly become part of my day, something I look forward too whether I'm doing 20 outside or 2 on the treadmill. It has become that cliche "Me Time". My times are coming down, I've avoided the normal rash of training woes, turned ankles, tweaked hamstrings, so overall it has seemed to be a positive.<br />
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But when is it too much of a good thing? All the books talk about the importance of rest days, especially for the over 50 crowd. Am I streaking towards the cliff?<br />
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This is what the last 35 days looks like:<br />
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December 4th: 5.2 Miles 48:00 9:14/Mile<br />
December 5th: 3.1 Miles 26:53 8:40/Mile<br />
December 6th: 4.0 Miles 36:30 9:08/Mile<br />
December 7th: 15.01 Miles 2:45:24 11:01/Mile<br />
December 8th: 3.1 Miles 26:50 8:39/Mile<br />
December 9th: 5.0 Miles 45:11 9:02/Mile<br />
December 10th: 3.1 Miles 26:46 8:38/Mile<br />
December 11th: 6.3 Miles 58:00 9:12/Mile<br />
December 12th: 3.1 Miles 27:48 8:58/Mile<br />
December 13th: 4.0 Miles 35:20 8:50/Mile<br />
December 14th: 16.07 Miles 2:50:21 10:36/Mile<br />
December 15th: 3.1 Miles 27:34 8:54/Mile<br />
December 16th: 5.0 Miles 46:15 9:15/Mile<br />
December 17th: 3.1 Miles 27:26 8:51/Mile<br />
December 18th: 6.2 Miles 55:10 8:54/Mile<br />
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December 20th: 4.0 Miles 34:44 8:41/Mile</div>
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December 21st: 20 Miles 3:44:14 11:12/Mile</div>
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December 22nd: 3.1 Miles 27:00 8:43/Mile</div>
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December 23rd: 4.0 Miles 43:21 8:35/Mile</div>
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December 24th: 2.4 Miles 20:20 8:28/Mile</div>
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December25th: 8.0 Miles 1:13:14 9:09/Mile</div>
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December 26th: 1.66 Miles 14:30 8:32/Mile</div>
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December 27th: 3.0 Miles 26:00 8:39/Mile</div>
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December 28th: 16.2 Miles 2:43:31 10:05/Mile</div>
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December 29th: 3.1 Miles 25:50 8:20/Mile</div>
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December 30th: 4 Miles 35:04 8:46/Mile</div>
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December 31st: 2.92 Miles 27:08 9:17/Mile (+12 mile bike)</div>
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January 1st: 8.0 Miles 1:12:11 9:00/Mile</div>
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January 2nd: 3.1 Miles 26:30 8:31/Mile</div>
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January 3rd: 6.22 Miles 58:39 9:26/Mile</div>
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January 4th: 18.22 Miles 3:14:54 10:42/Mile</div>
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January 5th: 2.0 Miles 16:44 8:22/Mile</div>
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January 6th: 5.0 Miles 43:30 8:42/Mile</div>
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January 7th: 3.1 Miles 26:54 8:41/Mile</div>
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1) How long to keep the streak going?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-26362305896859774362014-12-19T14:19:00.000-08:002014-12-19T14:19:12.419-08:00Streaking Away From 50!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No, not that kind of streaking.<br />
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Run streak! For the first time, I'm trying out the whole run streak thing. Taking my normal 4 day a week training runs, and adding 5k's on the off days. It's been much different then I expected. I went in thinking that it would be too much for my old legs, and that I'd wear out quickly. So far it's been quite the opposite. My legs feel stronger, and my training times have held up, if not even improved.<br />
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Who'd have thought.<br />
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December 4th: 5.2 Miles 48:00 9:14/Mile<br />
December 5th: 3.1 Miles 26:53 8:40/Mile<br />
December 6th: 4.0 Miles 36:30 9:08/Mile<br />
December 7th: 15.01 Miles 2:45:24 11:01/Mile<br />
December 8th: 3.1 Miles 26:50 8:39/Mile<br />
December 9th: 5.0 Miles 45:11 9:02/Mile<br />
December 10th: 3.1 Miles 26:46 8:38/Mile<br />
December 11th: 6.3 Miles 58:00 9:12/Mile<br />
December 12th: 3.1 Miles 27:48 8:58/Mile<br />
December 13th: 4.0 Miles 35:20 8:50/Mile<br />
December 14th: 16.07 Miles 2:50:21 10:36/Mile<br />
December 15th: 3.1 Miles 27:34 8:54/Mile<br />
December 16th: 5.0 Miles 46:15 9:15/Mile<br />
December 17th: 3.1 Miles 27:26 8:51/Mile<br />
December 18th: 6.2 Miles 55:10 8:54/Mile<br />
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15 Days so far, with a 15 mile and 16 mile long run included. I'm pretty happy with the 10:36 splits for 16, better then the11:01 splits a week earlier for 15. I'm really happy with the 10K yesterday. 6.2 miles with sub 9 splits. My best time at that distance since I tore up my ankle last year.<br />
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Overall it feels like the daily running regimen is helping me with stamina, it's helping with consistency, and so far there's been no negative side effects that I can see. No soreness, not too tired, and my knees and ankles are holding up. <br />
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But wait there's more! I've finally added a little strength training into the mix. 2 to 3 days, before the 5K's I'll do upper body and core. So I feel stinger, it's helping with my weight, and I get to feel like a total fool picking up 35lb dumbbells next to the guys at the gym pressing 90 each. Whatever.<br />
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Not sure yet how long I want this experiment to last, want to go for 20 in my next long run Sunday, and that may require a rest day or two.<br />
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MarcAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-61117836277076679322014-12-07T18:25:00.002-08:002014-12-07T18:25:40.707-08:0015 After 50<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Does turning 50 make any real difference? Is there a sudden physical change that leaves you unable to keep putting one foot in front of the other?<br />
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Probably not. But that's the thinking that I've got associated with the new decade in front of my age. "50" seems old, even in my own head.<br />
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I was born in the 60's,the sandwich generation. The product of an era that thought 21 was old. Anyone over 30 was from another age, a generation gap that was a point of pride. "We" did things that were cool. "They" did things that were establishment. We never wanted to grow up, never wanted to be mature. Live hard and leave a good looking....<br />
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Oddly enough, all that shit lives on, in how I see myself, how I see my generation, and how I view my place in the world.<br />
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I want to feel young, I want to continue to feel active, to feel vibrant, to feel relevant. And for some insane reason, I've chosen running as a way of doing that.<br />
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So i've been running over the last 4 years, I've gotten 3 marathons in and countless miles of training, so by all evidence, I've got this. I can get my ass in shape for the next race I want to run. 50 is no different then 49.<br />
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But I still had to prove it to myself, and today was the day to do it.<br />
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And I got in my longest run of my 50's. 15 miles After 50!<br />
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It was an amazing day in Santa Monica, it was cool and crisp, and getting out there at 6:30 meant that the sun was just peaking over the horizon. I got the see the whole stretch of Santa Monica to Venice almost by myself, most of it before 8AM.<br />
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I got to find a pace appropriate for my age :) pretty much 11 minute miles for training is where I live now. I got to prove to myself that I can still do this, and I got to get home and rested before football starts at 10AM.<br />
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All in all a pretty good effort for an old man on a Sunday. An affirmation that my perceptions of myself as "Old" aren't necessarily reality. I can still move, and can still contribute, I can still get out there and do a little damage.<br />
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To be continued...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-23373309489423174562014-12-01T15:04:00.000-08:002014-12-01T15:04:05.224-08:00Running Away From 50 and into 2015!<br />
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It's December 1st, and I've already got a plan for next year...<br />
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So here's the plan. Three marathons in one year. And yes, that's the year 2015.<br />
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Publix A1A Marathon in Fort Lauderdale February 15th<br />
SLO Marathon in San Luis Obispo April 26th<br />
The San Francisco Marathon July July 26th<br />
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Each of these races has a special significance to me, and I'm running them all for different personal reasons.<br />
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1st Up!<br />
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Publix Fort Lauderdale A1A Marathon<br />
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Why I'm Running: Crazy as it sounds, my wife has put up with me for 25 years. So to celebrate, we're joining the crazy folks who offer the Run For Fun Cruises (<a href="http://runforfuncruise.com/" target="_blank">runforfuncruise.com</a>) and going away for a 7 day cruise. To kick it off, I'm running the A1A Marathon, and then hopefully collapsing at the all-you-can-eat buffet on board the ship and eating myself into a coma.<br />
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More about the trip: So excited to be getting away. We'll be running the Full before we board, and we'll be running as a group shorter 5K and 10K's at the ships stops. We'll get to meet some great new people, get away from the world for a while, and we'll be celebrating 25 years of marriage together. Pretty sure the odds were against us getting to 25 days, so it's a pretty big deal.<br />
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San Luis Obispo Marathon<br />
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Why I'm running: I was honored to be asked to be a race ambassador last year, a job at which I'm not very good at. But nonetheless, I wanted to do it. Unfortunately my body didn't cooperate last year, and although I wanted to be up there with the team, I couldn't run and even ran into work scheduling issues and missed the entire event. This year will be different!<br />
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This year they've asked me back, and I'm going to make it! I'm going to tweet, post, blog, and share with anyone who'll listen, asking them to get up to the event and run with me. I'm going to train within my limits and avoid injury.<br />
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More about the trip: Short drive from LA to SLO, but it's a beautiful location. I'm going to be in the best shape of my life, I'm going to have 6 months of prep and a full under my belt. AND I'M GOING TO PR.<br />
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The San Francisco Marathon<br />
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Why I'm Running: Mostly because I'm stupid. I ran it this year. And all I can say is I finished. Had to walk, was over 5 hours, my worst time ever, and it HURT.<br />
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More about the trip: I won't be defeated so easily. I'm going back, and I'm going to run smarter, run faster, and finish under 5 hours. Plus I get to see Stephanie Berger, and that's never a bad thing.<br />
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I'll add a few Half Marathons and shorter races in along the way, but for now, this is my year coming up!<br />
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BRING ON 2015<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-63511077974691208442014-11-24T15:34:00.001-08:002014-11-24T15:34:47.911-08:00The Right Side of 50!Well I made it. To 50 that is. Also made it to The San Francisco Marathon in July, and I'm finally running again.<br />
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Overall it's been a crazy couple of months. My boss quit at work, and I got moved up to run the division. So that happened, and my time demands changed pretty quickly. Murad, Inc is a fabulous place to work, not just because you get access to the best skin care products. Because Dr. Murad really believes that you can change how you look and feel, and he want to help you. That attitude filters through everything we do, and I get to love my job.<br />
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I've been in the background for a while now, both at my last posting, and in my first 6 months or so at Murad. So it's taking a little bit of adjustment to start driving again. What is the vision for the entire organization? How does my division fit into that? What do I have to do strategically to make that happen?And then how do I execute? A little more complicated then what edits to make on the next script.<br />
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Very proud to be the EVP at Murad, and hope I can deliver what they need to achieve their goals. <br />
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But like I said, now it's time to start running again.<br />
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Back to training, a few weeks no into the typical 4 month program. Distances are building, and at least on the shorter runs, times are getting better.<br />
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I'll find time to talk a bit about The SF Marathon. Then, more on when and where I'm running my next races later...<br />
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Love,<br />
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MarcAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-21740728014101359872014-05-26T09:16:00.000-07:002014-05-26T09:16:18.597-07:0015 And Counting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's part of the aging process that I've decided I'm the least fond of. Injuries seem to come more frequently then I can recover from them. Sprained ankles, pulled hamstring, T-Band, groin, back, neck, you think about it too long and it may give up on me. BUT, I'm not giving up on me.<br />
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Working back up to marathon distance for the SF Marathon (www.thesfmarathon.com, <a class="g-profile" href="https://plus.google.com/104422393309662666166" target="_blank">+The San Francisco Marathon</a>) is proving a little more of a challenge then I expected.<br />
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The starting out slow part wasn't so bad. 6, 7, 8 , 9, 10 miles came pretty east. even getting to 12 was ok. My first 13.1 training run wasn't easy, and I've had 4 or 5 failed attempts at 15 since then. Too hot, too tired, too stressed at work. I've gone out for 15 for the last month and not gotten there. I keep wanting to blame the aging thing, the injury thing, the rehab thing. But there's a bigger issue here, and maybe I need to acknowledge that I'm not running in a vacuum. <br />
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And that's the lesson here for me. Running and life are not two separate worlds. They feel like they are, running feels like that place I can go where nothing else counts and I'm out on my own. But it's not. And it in the real world, the last month has been a real challenge. Family health issues, transitions at work, no sleep, added stress. Leaving your troubles behind on a run is a lot easier then it sounds.<br />
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So it feels good to have gotten through 15 yesterday, and it's a mirror of what I have to do with the rest of the issues I'm dealing with. I went out slow, 12+ minute splits to start. Got my legs under me, got warmed up, and worked through a plan in my head to finish the run. I was able to break the problem down into digestible pieces, and then take it one split at a time. The longer into the run, the more confident I got, and the greater my ability to press the pace without risking failure. All the same shit I have to do with the rest of my life. Start out slow, evaluate the problem, work out a plan, and then take it one step at a time. The further in I get, the easier it is to see the end, and the more aggressive I can be.<br />
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By the time I got to the pier I was half way and I knew I could get to the finish. Even the hills at the end, the toughest part of the run, weren't an issue because I knew I was on track and close to conclusion.<br />
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So for me, it was more then a 15 mile run, it was a lesson in perseverance, it was a reminder that I can't ignore what's going on in one part of my life and expect no consequences in the others. It was an accomplishment after a few failures, and it was a great day at the beach.<br />
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15 in the books, 16 on deck. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-54051605880860027972014-05-13T10:48:00.000-07:002014-05-13T10:48:52.024-07:00Zero For My Last Four! One of the greatest things about running is goals. I get to set goals, I get to work a plan, see progress, and literally reach the finish line. It helps me focus. It helps me forget. It helps me far beyond the actual race.<br />
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If I can get through a 20 mile training run, I can handle a long day. If I can drag my ass out of bed for a 5:00AM workout, it's no problem getting to a 6AM flight. When I see myself accomplishing a goal, finishing a race, setting a new PR, it encourages me at work, with my family, in the community, to achieve there as well.<br />
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That's a stark contrast to the last 6 months. I've missed the start of the last four events I signed up to run, and it's a streak I'm no really thrilled with.<br />
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New Years Run: Missed it with a tear in two ligaments in my ankle.<br />
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LA Marathon 2014: Missed it. Only back to training a few weeks, no way to tackle 26.2<br />
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Hollywood Half: Death in the family, last second trip to SoFL for the services.<br />
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SLO Marathon: Work schedule conflicts. Shooting schedule couldn't me changed to accommodate my race. Horrible, I know.<br />
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It's by no means a life threatening situation, but it is a little bit of a confidence shaking one. I'm asking myself questions I thought I'd answered. Can I do this? Am I strong enough? Do I have the commitment in me? Am I looking for excuses? And of course it's on me to answer them. I'm seeing the impact at home, at work, feeling less motivated, shorter tempered, and slower to react. I can do something about that too.<br />
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Here's my answer:<br />
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www.thesfmarathon.com<br />
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I'm back to training, signed up for the SF Marathon July 27th.<br />
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I can break the bad streak, I can get myself back in shape, and I can get ready for SF. I've started building up my miles, pushing to 12-14 on the Long Slow Distance Runs on Sundays, making time for shorter training runs during the week. I'm following a plan, getting stronger, and working to a goal.<br />
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For me, that's another one of the great things about running. You can almost always start over. You can pick yourself up, turn yourself around, and get moving in the right direction again. And if I can do it here, I can apply those seam lessons everywhere else.<br />
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So I'm back, and I'm doing this, and I'm loving it.<br />
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See you in San Francisco July 27th!<br />
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Booked travel, and headed down to South Florida, the Lake Worth/West Palm Beach area. Had been scheduled to run The Hollywood Half Marathon over the weekend, but that wasn't in the cards.<br />
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So, a trip back to where I lived for 10 years, but this time I'm the visitor/tourist. And it was a trip. I got to visit dad, get to the services, get a few runs in, and let US Airways and Budget turn the whole thing into a bit of an Odyssey. <br />
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Starting with the travel, because, really, I have to vent. Got to LAX early for a 6AM flight, yeah, early for a 6AM flight. One carryon bag, one personal item, just like it says in the rules. Went to the counter to see if I could get out of the middle seat in the back. Was told "no", but would you volunteer to give your bag up to be checked, the flight is over-full. I asked directly, will it be ok, will it make the connection. She said "absolutely, plenty of time in Charlotte." Got on the plane, and just to make a point, there was a ton of open space in the overheads. <br />
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So all that was a lie. Or at least a misrepresentation. Changed planes in Charlotte, and landed, after delays, an hour late in West Palm. No bag. So, she was wrong, it could get lost. The tool at the lost baggage center essentially blamed me for checking it. Told me "At least 20 people touch it in Charlotte, so you never know what can happen". When I pointed out the contradiction with the desk's statement he backed off a little. When I asked for his manager, he actually started to help. He told me the bag was still in Charlotte, would be landing in West Palm by 6:30PM, and he would get it to the hotel immediately. (Went to get my car at Budget, that was an hour of pain I'll pass on sharing)<br />
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Well, that didn't happen. Got back to the hotel at 10, no bag. Called US Airways, was told that the bag was still at the airport, and was scheduled for delivery after 12AM, probably after 1AM. I told them to skip it, and I would drive back to the airport and get it myself. Turned out they were wrong/lying as well.<br />
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Half way back to the airport, I get a call on my cell from a delivery guy. He's at the hotel with my bag, can he leave it with the front desk. Whatever.<br />
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SO the desk agent at LAX could have said, it should get there but you never know, and I would have kept my bag. But she didn't. The baggage agent in WPB could have been less of an asshole and at least known what was happening, but he didn't. And US Airways could have known the bag as already on the way to me, but of course....<br />
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Just to make the trip right, they blew it on the way home too. My flight from WPB to LAX had a stop over in Charlotte. So, they said, if you get off the plane, don't go far. Well, that was another lie/misinformation. Turns out an earlier flight to Chicago had equipment problems. So BECAUSE THEY CAN, they took the our plane and moved it to that flight. Now we're delayed, gate changed, and waiting. No explanation, no apology, nothing. Only got the story by standing over the desk agent while she spent 10 full minutes running the true story down.<br />
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Thanks for listening.<br />
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Ok, no more venting, back to the running blog thing this is supposed to be.<br />
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Visiting older family in Florida, maybe the first time in ages I was the young kid in the room at 50. So take advantage of it. <br />
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I got to hit beach and run, I got the hide from the heat and hit the treadmill a few times, and I got to visit my dad, make the services and make it back to Cali in one piece.<br />
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Maybe next time, I'll focus more on the trip and less on the travel?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-13861453890625060292014-03-14T08:39:00.001-07:002014-03-14T08:39:54.220-07:00Rehabbing from Rehab! Getting ready for the SLO Marathon Con't.What does it take to get that 50 year old body back on the road?<br />
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That's the big question I'm faced with 4 months post ligament tears. It started with rest, and progressed to PT. From there to a bicycle, and then an elliptical. Moved on to a treadmill, and then finally back on to the road about 2 weeks ago.<br />
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But bouncing back is not as easy as it once was. Besides the fact that my stamina is shot, and 3 miles feels a little like 13.1, I've had post injury "after shocks" as new and different challenges to conquer.<br />
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First up, hamstring tightness. That's a scary one, because I've gone down the "pulled hammy" road before. Hit me two weeks ago when I got back out on the road. So stop down a day or two, check in with the PT, and make sure it's nothing serious.<br />
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It wasn't. so I'm back on the road. I think. Nope, next is something called post tibial tendonitis? What's that? Had to google it. More PT, it's not too serious, something about rolling a tennis ball under my arch, and away I go!<br />
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Or not. So the combination of the ankle, post tibial whatever, and the hammy, seems I've over compensated and next up were calve cramps. Never had those before, yay. Back to the PT, a few more days of rest, and should be back to normal.<br />
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The only way to know for sure? Jump back on the treadmill and see what happens...<br />
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Got my run in, made it through another session of PT, and I'll see what happens as I ramp up the distance and pace one more time.<br />
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My goal?<br />
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<a href="http://www.slomarathon.com/" target="_blank">43 Days Until The SLO Marathon!</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-65176116548947676562014-02-06T18:00:00.000-08:002014-02-06T18:00:13.628-08:00Now an SLO Marathon Ambassador!Just want to say thanks to the folks running the SLO Marathon for letting me join their team and help promote their great event! It's great to have a goal now and hopefully take my recovery running back into some real miles training for the event.<br />
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Made it through the 2 Rehab miles at PT yesterday, still relegated to the treadmill. But it's starting to feel like me again, and I'm really hoping I can get back out on the road. Injuries are a little scarier then they used to be, and the after effects are a whole different deal. The process seems much longer, and there's no margin for error. In days past it was easy to blow through the doctors orders, maybe take a passing run at PT. Now I have to really focus, do the exercises, stay away from cheating, and I can't get ahead of myself. The other part that's different is the mental game. Instead of ignoring the aches and pains, instead of blowing through cramps, I have to listed to my body and back off, adjust, ask for help. Some of the adjustments for aging are less fun then others. Anyway, I hope I'm talking about miles and splits and hill repeats soon, not PT and Stim and TREADMILLS.<br />
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Me in better days...<br />
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I'll post a lot more about the race, but for now here's the main site:<br />
<a href="http://www.slomarathon.com/" target="_blank">SLO Marathon Main Site</a><br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-4208331583439048722014-01-20T19:41:00.004-08:002014-01-20T19:41:47.692-08:001st Mile Back!Happy MLK Day to all.<br />
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The last few months have brought all the joys of aging together for me to enjoy. Torn ligaments, pulled muscles, and most recently, the flu. I never get the flu. At least I never used to get the flu. Now I do. Came up on me during work last week, but no way I could bale out during production, so forced through and made it to the long weekend. And yes, I finally work for a company that gives MLK day off.<br />
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Slept if off for the last three days, and only left the house once. To go to the gym, and put in my first full mile on the treadmill since I injured my ankle November 2nd.<br />
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Warmed up for 20 minute on the elliptical, and headed over to the 'mill. Pushed the speed all the way up to 5 (those blazing fast 12 minute miles) and let loose. No pain, no limp, all went well. It's crazy to think that three months ago I was knocking off 20 mile training runs as a 2nd thought, looking forward to them all week. Now I'm stressing over a mile, sweating and panting to get to the finish. Anyway, made it in one piece, and maybe I've turned the corner.<br />
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Iced afterwards with "Frozen Peaz"(@frozenpeaz1) I'd share a picture if I knew how to post them, but maybe next time. If you ice after runs, you should check them out, really cool. And sat my ass back down on the couch the rest of the day to recover from my grueling 11 minute journey.<br />
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But it's a first mile back, and I can't wait for more.<br />
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Much Love & Keep Running!<br />
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MarcAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-61903634180086868982014-01-15T08:08:00.003-08:002014-01-15T08:08:49.379-08:00A slight setback...Maybe it's the lack of running from my injured ankle. Maybe it's just getting older. But I'm sick again. It's a chest cold, or a head cold or a mild flu, who knows. Last year, running regularly, I never got sick. The last 3 months off from running, feels like I've been sick the entire stretch.<br />
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Can't give in to it, the real world is still out there. Work, family, bills, tuition, all want attention, and can't let a little bug get in the way. So, no workouts this week, no trips to the tables this week, work and sleep, and hope that the weekend comes quickly. Hoping to save a little bit for PT on Friday, at least keep that moving forward!<br />
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Back to work.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2343895151521697873.post-50248384545201889902014-01-13T14:20:00.000-08:002014-01-13T14:20:03.344-08:00Anything But That!Wanted to title this "Test 1, 2, 3..." but that's so cliche there's even a song about it. (that's a reference to "Rent" if you want to check it out) So I'm doing this for two reasons. The real prompt to start today was my mom. She wants to blog about her situation, her battles with Parkinson's Disease. And I wanted to test this template out to see if it was easy to use.<br />
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The 2nd reason is more long term. I've been running, I've been making friends on Twitter and Facebook, and even Daily Mile, but I haven't really taken the time to write about the experience, or share my own thoughts about why, how and what I get out of running. Maybe it's time to change that? We'll see if I really follow up on the promise!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08608415207055735076noreply@blogger.com0