Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Breaking down.

I am not one of those folks who is constantly lamenting growing older.  While I look back fondly on the various stages of my life thus far, I do not have a strong desire to go back in time and do it all again.  These days, I have things pretty good.  I have a great family, a good job, a fair amount of financial security, and a collection of close friends and even more congenial acquaintances.  But with increasing frequency, I find myself longing for the resilience of my younger body.  Case in point: in the past week, (1) I felt my left knee oddly tweak 2 miles into a 5 mile run, forcing me to walk 3 miles back to the house; and (2) I self-diagnosed (with some help from a PA friend) tendonitis of both of my elbows, which I had noticed for sometime but had to relent when I could not do a basic curl without shooting pain. I realize this is all part of the aging process, and I am just going to have to get used to slowing down a bit and changing my routine.  But that does not mean I have to like it.

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Almost.

Last week, I left the house before work intending to run a few miles on the Trinity Trails.  I got to my turn around spot and decided to keep going.  Three miles turned into five miles, which led to eight miles, and ultimately an impromptu ten mile run.  I stopped to watch the sun rise over the Main Street bridge leading into downtown.  It was nice having the river to myself.

Looking back on the first month of 2015, I logged a total over 71.6 miles.  It's still a bit shy of the 83 miles I need to average each month to hit 1,000, but it's not bad for two and half weeks of running.  (I didn't run at all until January 12.)  Giddy up!

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Humility.


Consistent running for the past two weeks--including a couple long runs--has been a welcome return to routine. 

Fifteen miles yesterday was nice and reflective. About halfway through the trek, I was feeling confident and healthy, thinking, Hey, I got this. I'm back. I got mad running skills. 
 
As these and other thoughts of grandeur flowed freely through my mind, I heard the familiar warning, "on your left," coming from behind me. 
 
I moved over to the right side of the trail to make room for a guy pushing his child in a jogging stroller. 
 
Ah, yes, I thought. I remember those days taking the kids on my morning run. Good for him. 
 
I glanced over to give my fellow father a kind nod and word of encouragement. 

And that is when I was passed by a dude pushing a punching bag and a 45-pound plate in a jogging stroller up a hill at a much faster clip than I was able to muster with only a half-empty Nathan pack and an empty granola bar wrapper. 

Screw that guy. 

Friday, January 23, 2015

Finish lines.

Always on the run.  That's Annie, alright.

I have come to the conclusion that I need a goal. 

As much as I would like to project a laissez faire attitude when it comes to my outdoor endeavors, I must reluctantly admit that without some sort of finish line on the horizon, I am likely to allow apathy to take hold and slow any progress to a snail's pace.  

Don't get me wrong.  I haven't stopped working out.  To the contrary, I lift weights two to three times a week, and I run at least three times a week. 

But the reps have lessened, the weights have gotten smaller, and the distances have diminished in length.  Another glass of wine often wins over an early bedtime and good night's sleep.  Sleeping in often takes precedence over stepping outside and hitting the trail.   

It probably started--at least mentally--back in 2009, after I completed Heartland.  Running 100 miles had been a goal since I ran my first ultra.  After I slayed that dragon, my motivation began to slip--ever so slightly at first, but eventually gaining enough steam where it was easy to just phone it in.

Sure, I still ran a bunch of races, including several 50+ milers.  But my heart wasn't really in it like it had been previously. 

By 2013, I had stopped recording my mileage.  And I learned that when you stop writing it down, you stop doing it, at least at the same level and with the same consistency.

I didn't run at all during the first week and a half of 2015.  That's the first time I haven't started the new year off by getting outside since probably 2000. 

So I have a new finish line.  I'm going to run 1,000 miles in 2015.  It's fairly modest, but it will get me back out there. 

I'm not putting together a full year's race schedule, but I've got the Cowtown 50km at the beginning of March and the Waco trail run (not sure which distance) in April.  Let's do this.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Losing my edge or getting smarter?

Nell, Ezra, and I headed down to the Cowboy Capital of the World a little over a week ago so I could run a 25 km jaunt at the Hill Country State Nature Area. 

I love running Joe's races, and Bandera is probably my favorite trail run in Texas.  It's where I finished my first (and only) 100 km race back in 2009.  It's a great way to start the new year.

Alas, t'was not to be in 2015. 

Earlier in the week, I was besieged by what felt like strep throat (but wasn't).  I missed two days of work, and by the time I was beginning to recover, the weather down south had chosen to take a turn for the north, greeting us with 30 degree temps and freezing rain. 

I've run Bandera in the cold, and I've run Bandera in the rain.  Coming off being sick, there was no way in hell I was going to run Bandera in the cold AND the rain.

Instead, I lived vicariously through my son.  Ezra knocked back the 1-mile Bandera kids trail run in 9:07 (faster than his dad's marathon pace these days).  At least someone is still running trail races. 

Instead of gutting out a miserable 15.5 miles over slick, wet, cold, muddy, nasty terrain, I opted for a nice weekend with 75% of my family.  (Annie hung out in Funky Town with her godparents.)  We kicked back at  West 1077 Ranch--the best place to stay in Bandera. We wandered around Fredricksburg.  We gorged ourselves at Alamo Springs CafĂ©.
 All in all, a nice, relaxing weekend.

 So either I've lost my edge, or I've gotten smarter.  I'm going with the latter.

And once back in North Texas, I ran a nice 13.5 mile run Saturday.


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Welcome back (maybe).

 
So it's been awhile.  Five and a half months, to be exact.
 
My bad.
 
I suppose an explanation for my absence should be warranted, but there's really not much to tell.  I was burnt out--just not into running or rambling or much physical exertion.  I had a trial, played golf, went to basketball and little league games, and laid low. 
 
I guess I'm now ready to rejoin the running ranks.  So here's the first one.
 
After retiring last year as race director, I finished my first El Scorcho as a participant last weekend.  Just the 25K, but it was a great time.  t the inaugural El Scorcho, Ezra was in Nell's belly.  Eight years later, my almost seven year old boy joined me for part of three of my five loops.  Good times.

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