Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The reality of running 100 miles 4 months from now still hasn’t sunk in. I don’t know if it ever will until race day arrives, and I’m in the midst of the battle.

Last weekend, I nearly ran a marathon on Saturday, took a shower, played 18 holes of golf, and then watched college football. The following day, I did a 90-minute spinning class. Not too long ago, a marathon would cripple me for a week or more. Now, it’s just another long training run, and I’m still feeling good enough to enjoy a normal Saturday.

I’m pleased with the way my running ability has progressed, but 100 miles is still unfathomable. My mind has trouble grasping the concept of running for 24 hours (or more likely, 24 hours plus).

My two 50 mile attempts left me exhausted; what will twice the distance do to me?

And am I really training enough?

Other than my long run, I don’t feel like I’m fully engaged in preparing for Rocky Raccoon (or Bandera, for that matter).

I need to commit fully to this.

I should probably run more. Or should I? I don’t know. It’s hard to know what will work and what won’t. How long should my longest run be? How much cross-training should I do? Should I change my diet?

It’s all one big experiment, and I won’t know the results until February 7-8, 2009.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

I've been meaning to do this for awhile, so here it is. A non-exhaustive list of cities where I've run, subject to updates and revisions:

Hot Springs Village, Arkansas

San Francisco, California

Washington, D.C.

Miami, Florida
Pensacola, Florida

New Orleans, Louisiana

Grand Lake, Oklahoma
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

Cancun, Mexico
Cozumel, Mexico

New York City, New York

Lake Lucerne, Switerland

Arlington, Texas
Austin, Texas
Bandera, Texas
Brownwood, Texas
Dallas, Texas
Fort Worth, Texas
Grapevine, Texas
Houston, Texas
Huntsville, Texas
Mansfield, Texas
Waco, Texas

Milwaukee, Wisconsin
25.7 miles yesterday. You'd think I could've sensed it and put in another 1/2 mile to give me a full marathon. Alas.

Later today, instead of a run, I'm going for a 75-minute spinning class. Time to sweat.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Foreshadowing? Yes, foreshadowing. That's what the preceding post was all about. How so? Could it be the dull ache in the back of my throat that is sure to fester into a full blown cold? How could it not be?

The vicious cycle continues....

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Day care sucks. Well, that's not exactly true. Day care is actually a pretty happy place. But the germs that fester in that petri dish suck. Since Ezra started attending several weeks ago, our family has been engaged in an ongoing fight against recurring and resilient illnesses. My immune system better kick it up a notch.

Despite a slight cough, I had a great run this morning. Jballs, my long lost running friend who has been sucked into the abyss of natural gas exploration and the exceedingly exorbitant work days it demands, actually met me for a 6 mile run around town. The cool temperature kept the pace brisk, and we ended up running an extra 1/2 mile. Both of us felt great after the run.

I've got 34 miles on the schedule this weekend (two runs--24 and 10), and I guess that's going to be the M.O. for the next 6 months.

"What did you do this weekend?"

"I ran."

"Seriously, what did you do?"

"Seriously: I ran."

"Oh."

Monday, September 22, 2008

Two weeks in a row, I've found myself with a stomach ache following my long run.

Unlike last week, however, this past Saturday took me down for the count. I'm fairly certain I caught a nasty bug of sorts that knocked for a loop for 30 hours.

I'm optimistic that the tummy pain is an anomaly, and I will be fine next week.

I guess we'll find out.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

How'd you spend your Friday evening?

Mine begin immediately after work, as I laced up my new Mizunos and headed out the door for a 22 mile run.

So there.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Posting is down. I apologize to both of my regular readers. Why have I allowed my online musings to lapse? Apathy. Laziness. I have no excuse. I will try to improve.

Following the New Orleans trip, I got a bit of a stomach flu, which sidelined last weekend’s long run. I made it 18 miles before throwing in the towel, and then promptly spent the rest of the day languishing in bed or on the couch, slurping cold chicken noodle soup, and whining unjustifiably about my tummy ache.

Monday, however, was joyous, but not for any reason remotely related to running. Quite the opposite. By 4:30 p.m., I was sipping a cold beer and enjoying a grilled bratwurst outside Texas Stadium as I prepared myself, mentally and physically, for one of modern man’s most magnificent marvels—Monday Night Football. And yes, my friends, we had seats on the FRONT ROW of the 40 yard line.
Paraphrasing Prince Akeem: “Oh sir, the Cowboys of Dallas took on the Eagles of Philadelphia. And in the end, the Cowboys triumphed by running into the zone of endings and then kicking an oblong ball made of pigskin through a big ‘H.’ It was a most ripping victory.”

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

It's been an interesting week and a half.

Last Monday, I kept an eye constantly on CNN and its ongoing coverage of New Orleans' battle against Hurricane Gustav.

The next day, I said a prayer of thanks that Mother Nature spared my former home.

That Wednesday, Nell and I were trying to decide whether or not to scrap our New Orleans vacation in light of Hurricane Gustav.

By Thursday, we had been unable to speak with anyone in New Orleans, and our hotel was purportedly closed.

On Friday morning, we boarded a half full airplane en route to the Crescent City, arriving to find the Big Easy quiet, but awake. We checked into the Renaissance Arts Hotel, which had been open since Wednesday, and made our way through the French Quarter toward Port of Call. Arriving just before noon, we were informed that the restaurant would be opening sometime "soon," as they were waiting for supplies to arrive. Twenty minutes later, we were chowing down on one of the world's greatest hamburgers.

Over the next couple of days, we ate and drank at Lucy's Retired Surfer Bar, Joey K's, Bluebird Cafe, NY Pizza, the Columns Hotel, La Cote Brasserie, and Jacques-Imo's. We visited Tulane and bought Ezra a t-shirt.

The city slowly came to life and by Sunday morning, tailgaters were sipping Bloody Mary's outside the Superdome in preparation of the Saints' season opener.

All in all, we had a marvelous time.

And I even got in a couple of runs through the Quarter, along the Mississippi, past the Garden District, and in and around Uptown.

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