Monday, November 30, 2009

"No one can make you feel inferior without your permission."

"Collect experiences, not things."

Monday, November 23, 2009

Rescued by a clandenstine cure from south of the border (thanks for the Mexican drugs, Smoore-boy), I'm feeling much better.  The attack on my immune system lasted several days and sidelined me for half of the prior work week.   I slept for the better part of 72 hours before somewhat normalizing.  After three days of antibiotics and little movement, my physical well-being appears to have returned to base camp.  And just in time for the national observance of The Great Turkey Day and its celebration of fortuity by way of gluttony.

There are so many things in my life that I am thankful for--and take for granted on a regular basis--that to list them all would be an act of futility.

But that doesn't mean I--and, for that matter, all of us fortunate enough to possess the freedom and ability to sit at a computer and peruse random blogs, facebook entries, and wwtdd.com--should not at least try to acknowledge some of the blessings bestowed upon me.

So here are just a few things for which I am thankful.

  • Nell, my wonderful, understanding, supportive, and patient wife.
  • Ezra, my sweet, rambunctious, and always challenging little boy.
  • Donaldo and Ynda, my wonderful parents and their love of Nell and Ezra.
  • Shana, my successful, soon-to-be-married, amazingly and suddenly adult little sister.
  • My friends, those who "get" my ultrarunning and those who don't, but who all support me endlessly.
  • The ability to run.  Pure joy (and, at times, misery).
  • Being able to play music.
  • Having a job that challenges me intellectually.
  • Having a job that allows me the freedom to indulge my other passions.
  • Longhorn sports--particularly football.  Silly, yes, but the burnt orange ballers bring me much joy
I say it often, but only because it is true: Life is good.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


I'm sick.  It sucks.  Took the day off work and have spent it in bed trying to rest but incessently coughing.  Ugh.  I long for this evening's dose of NyQuil.  At least I can get some guaranteed, drug-induced sleep.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

It's a likely no-go for White Rock, folks.  The run is December 13, as is my the date of my ticket to see the Dallas Cowboys take on the San Diego Chargers at Jerry World. 

I suppose I could make it work.  The marathon starts at 8 a.m., so I would likely be finished around 12:00-12:30 p.m.  Kickoff isn't until 3:15 p.m.  I could make it happen.  And it wouldn't be the first time I've run a marathon and then attended a sporting event

Decisions, decisions.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The funk as settled into my lungs.  I do not recall getting sick as often P.E. (Pre-Ezra).  Over the past two years, two months, and fourteen days, however, I've noticed a somewhat regular frequency of respiratory discomfort.  Our young germ magnet (who has been sleeping MUCH better and later) has apparently and steathily unleashed an assault my immune system that cannot be squelched. 

In other news, if you happen upon ESPN's College Game Day this morning, be on the lookout for me and the Ez-Man.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Monday, November 09, 2009

Injuries and the Ultrarunner

Transient Parasthesia.  Sounds pretty nifty, eh?  Well, apparently that is what I have been suffering from since Heartland.  According the book "Fixing Your Feet: Prevention and Treatments for Athletes" written by John Vonhof:
Transient parasthesia is a temporary nerve-compression that can be caused by a grudual buildup of fluids in your feet during extended on-your-feet activity.  As the feet swell and blood flow decreases, nerves become compressed.  During the compression, the nerves do not receive the oxygen-rich blood they need, resulting in numbness and/or tingling.
The numbness can last anywhere from several weeks to up to a year.  It's been a month since Heartland, and I've still got a little numbness concentrated in both big toes.  Ah, the fun of the ultrarun.
Ezra turned two in late August, and almost overnight our easy-going, happy child turned into an irritable, tantrum-throwing, non-sleeping goblin.  I don't understand it.  The smallest thing--often imperceptible to Nell or me--can send him spiraling into a sea of uncontrollable wailing.  Nothing consoles him.  And he feeds off our frustration.  It is like having a newborn again, only worse because in moments of lucidity, Ezra is a wonderful boy.  Knowing that he doesn't have to "lose it" and that he has the potential for warmth and happiness makes his outbursts--which can last hours on end--all the more difficult to take.

Sorry for the rant.  But it's 4:45 a.m. on Monday morning, and we've been up for awhile with the boy, who is still screaming at the top of his lungs.  Sigh.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

It is amazing how quickly one's strength diminishes after a lay off.

Until last week, it had been nearly 6 weeks since I had significantly lifted weights. 

It wasn't due to lethargy.  My 100 mile quest has been exhaustively and, I'm sure if you ask certain individuals, annoyingly documented.  Perhaps because of my endurance effort, I assumed that I hadn't lost a substantial amount of muscle.

I was wrong.

Back with Dave and The Body Firm team--our new trainer, Heath, might be more of a sadist than Mr. Fannin himself--has been humbling, to say the least.  I find myself struggling to throw up weight that was merely a warm-up two months ago. 

The return to strength training has reminded me that fitness is an ongoing effort and any amount of apathetic complacency breeds weakness, even when necessary for recovery.

Sunday, November 01, 2009

I put in just around 9 miles yesterday.  Felt good until the last mile or so, when my left knee started giving me just enough of a warning to cause me to walk it in. 

And now for some pictures from Kansas!


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