Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Climbing Cathedral Mountains

Couldn't find my Garmin for this morning's run, so ran "old school" with my watch. When I got home, I looked everywhere and still couldn't find it. Finally I asked Gavin if he'd seen my "running watch", and he was like "oh yeah, Dylan had that. I know where it is." He proceeded to take me to Dylan's "hidden hoard" where the little rascal (Dylan) has been collecting and hiding away "interesting items". And there was my Garmin, along with several other things I've been looking for!!!

Tomorrow's going to be an early start for us as we're escaping the Texas heat and flying to the mountains. My company is holding a retreat at a beautiful ranch in the Sangre de Cristo mountains in Westcliffe, Colorado.  5 days of hiking, swimming, climbing, riding, eating and drinking.

I would say relaxing, but we have two of the most active boys known to man, so there probably won't be much of that.  Should be a ton of fun though!!!

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Punked

Yeah, it's anarchy man!!!
Ok, I'm ready to wave the white flag. I missed my run on Saturday as my flights got delayed and I didn't get back into Austin until nearly midnight.  Then this morning I did 7 miles in about 1000% humidity and just struggled.  That's not much different to the pattern of last year, but I think I am going to modify my training plan to just survive this bitch of a summer. Thanks to Clea for pulling me through the run - I have no idea how she managed to do 15 in these conditions yesterday, except to say she's a lot tougher than me!!!

Usually when I have a run like that, I respond with beatings beatings beatings.  Which is why I'm about to do an hour of Bob Harper "Inside Out" hell - it's probably about time I put the cross training regime back in place anyway.  Fortunately the beatings will be limited as we're heading to Colorado later this week.  Do you think I'm looking forward to running in low humidity in the mountains?  You bet I am!!!

Here are some pictures from the rest of the weekend.

The boys cooling off

Curioser
and curioser
Chef Gavin
Dylan - where did he learn to drive?

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Cajun Thai

It's my last night in Baton Rouge, and I finally found a great restaurant - only wish I could have stumbled across it earlier.  The problem with traveling is that your eating choices are not always the greatest (as evidenced by my fast developing spare tire), but tonight I was determined to do better, and I found a really quirky little Thai restaurant close to LSU. It was called Rama and seems to be a bit of a local secret. It didn't even look like a restaurant from the outside, and inside it was more like a basement club. But it had a great vibe and served up some delicious Thai food. I was torn between the green curry and the pad Thai, but the noodles won the day.  And they sure were good.

In my attempt to halt the progress of said spare tire, I did another 2 miles on the treadmill tonight at a 5:50 pace.  It's very misleading - I start off feeling relaxed and thinking it's not so bad.  But the further I go the harder it gets - I feel my legs, back and shoulders tightening up with the effort to keep going, and soon the sweat starts flying off my forehead and hitting the control panel while I try to disappear to my happy place.

I nearly fell off the thing at the end - I suspect I will be sore tomorrow.

So I'm sitting here now in my hotel room watching "America: the History of Us" on my laptop.  I love history, and this is a really good documentary from the history channel that's so well done.  I'm currently on the episode with the roughnecks "walking the steel".

It's quite riveting.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Intuition my dear Watson

Had an interesting conversation with Clea during our 16 miler on Sunday, based around a book she recently lent me - Matt Fitzgerald's "Run: The Mind-Body Method of Running by Feel". He does waffle and ramble quite a bit (just spit it out man), but his main point resonates with me.  He argues that running basically boils down to physical and mental confidence - the mental influenced by training experiences, and the physical by physiological feedback from the body to the unconscious brain (a la Noakes' central governor principle). In other words, mental confidence is what the mind thinks the body can do, whereas physical confidence is what the body knows it can do.

(Speaking of Noakes, I am still ploughing through his lengthy tome, but unless I want shoulders like Atlas it does not go well into my carry-on luggage).

Of course, these two concepts are highly correlated, and physical is a prime source of mental confidence, but his other point is that the entire aim of training is to feed both levels of confidence to go out and run the race you want. So that in turn leads on to the idea of intuition-based training - the concept that through experience, most of our knowledge of what works and what doesn't is stored on a subconscious level that we access through our intuition.

And while I am not quite ready to tear up my training plans and run free into the hills on a wild tear, I do think a bit of flexibility and personalization is needed in any set plan ("cheating" as some might say).

I am making my way through the book (devoured large chunks of it during my "airport day from hell" on Sunday), and I'm hoping to garner a lot more insight and food-for-thought from it.

Anyway, our conversation centered on the different ways people approach and run races.  Clea is very methodical and consistent.  She will have a plan, hit split times almost to the second and nail those negative splits.  If it's a good day, she'll speed up in latter stages of a race.  It is a very disciplined approach that works really well for her.

I on the other hand am not wired that way.  I don't have the same discipline, nor the same consistency.  Maybe I'm a bit of a dreamer, or just plain stupid, but I often stand at the start line of my goal races thinking "what if".  What if this is my day, what if this is the day that it all comes together for me.  How would I feel if I took it easy at the start and finished the race wondering what I could have done if I'd really gone for it.

I can tell you - I would kick myself.  But that's what motivates me.

Yes, there have been occasions (and plenty of them) when I've crashed and burned, but I will happily take all of them in return for the feeling you get when you really go for it and it all works out.  You cross that finishing line and it feels bloody fantastic, like you're floating on air!!!

Which just illustrates that different approaches work for different people, and conversely what works for one may not work for another.  We all come from different places, with different life lessons, experiences, hopes, desires and motivations.  And as it is in races, so it is with training - different plans work for different people, and there is no one-method-fits-all approach.  You just need to find what works for you, and have the courage to change it when need be.

And the book makes some interesting points about the role of the subconscious.  When I got my huge PR at White Rock, I ran the first 5 miles much faster than I had planned, but afterwards I realized that on a subconscious level I had been preparing for, and anticipating running at that speed for weeks.  At mile 5 I guess I just let myself in on the secret.  That was one of two key moments during the race.  The other was around mile 12 when I saw someone holding a sign that convinced me I was going to run a Boston qualifying time (somewhat embarrassingly, Clea informed me Sunday it was a quote from Star Wars - apparently I'd been "Yoda"ed).  For the rest of the race, I had no doubt whatsoever that I would nail it, and it really focused me on that one goal.  But would the result have been the same if I hadn't had that moment?  I will never know, but I suspect not.  I don't doubt I would still have run a good race, but I don't think I would have gotten anywhere near the time I did.

And I've always wondered how I was able to predict my finishing times in both 100 milers I've completed to within 5 minutes.  Just coincidence, or the subconscious mind playing its old tricks again?

Interesting things to ponder (and I do so love to ponder).

So putting it all to work.  Well I got back to my hotel this evening, and my intuition was telling me that I had a need for speed.  So I hit the treadmill.  Hard.  Only ran two miles, but I ran them in 11:41 (5:50 pace).

Fueled no doubt by the fact that I can't stand the treadmill.  Still, gotta be happy with that - never gone sub-6 on a run of more than a mile before (especially since I struggle so much with my long runs in this hot and muggy weather - not that I'm going to become a fan of the treadmill any time soon).

Heading out for some good ol' Louisiana cajun cooking to celebrate.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Austin at Twilight



A friend found this cool video on YouTube a few weeks ago - it's shot from Town Lake here in Austin, Texas - scene of many an early Saturday morning run. I love this city, and the music goes so perfectly with the timelapse photography (Bob Schneider is a local musician, and the song is "Madeline" from his "Lonelyland" album).

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Weight a Minute

Saturday 9th July: 15 miles in 2:10:25 (8:41 pace)

A much better run this Saturday - I ate a banana beforehand, alternated water and gatorade in my handhelds, and was all round a good boy.  The run felt a lot easier, and I had plenty left in the tank, despite the temps being in the 80s at 5:30am.  Just as well because the mileage goes up to 16 next weekend!!!

Weighed myself after the run for the first time in forever, and found I was 155lbs.  And that's after a 15 mile hot and humid run where I could have expected to lose a few pounds.  When I ran White Rock back in December, I was lean and mean at 145.  Surely it can't be all the yummy brisket I smoked the other week?  Or the equally yummy carrot cake I polished off for my birthday?  Or the ice cream I've been enjoying before bed most nights?  No, I blame all the hot hotel breakfasts and restaurant dinners from all the traveling I've been doing recently - those egg and cheese omelettes with sausage gravy are pure evil.

But delicious.

Hee hee, whatever it is I intend to be back down to 145 in time to Rock and Roll in San Antonio come November.  But I also enjoy eating, so I guess I may just have to add in some cross training to make up for it.  It was due to be added back into the schedule anyway - aerobic weights, core training and the bike trainer all made a huge difference to my running last year.

So after we put the boys to bed tonight I hopped back on the bike and did a quick 30 minutes of high cadence pedaling while watching all the spectacular crashes from today's Tour de France.

It's been a busy weekend with very little sleep last night, so I'm off to bed to dream of cheese omelettes with sausage gravy!!!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The Calves are Mooing

Saturday 2nd July: 14 miles in 2:06:15 (9:01 pace)
Sunday 3rd July: 8 miles in 1:10:15 (8:47 pace)
Monday 4th July: 8 miles in 1:10:34 (8:49 pace)

I think I dehydrated myself on Saturday's run because both my calves have been sore ever since, and they're only now getting back to normal.  They felt like they were about to cramp during the last few miles and never did, but I did feel like I was very close to overheating when I got home (for a 14 mile run at 9 minute mile pace?  WTF!!!?).  I hobbled around Saturday afternoon, but managed decent enough runs on both Sunday and Monday, all of them slap bang in the middle of my target pace zone for base building.

The weather helped because it was noticeably less humid than Saturday, which was somewhat of a relief.

Yesterday was my birthday, and the odometer clicked over to 38.  Limping around with sore calves I felt every single one of those 38 years.  And as one of my running friends pointed out, I'm edging ever so slightly closer to the "masters runner" age category.

I think I'm going to make a brilliantly grumpy old man!!!

After my early morning run, I watched the day's action in the Tour de France and then took Gavin hiking at Walnut Creek.  The temperatures had gotten up into triple digits, but we did a good 4 miles with our camelbaks, ran all the fun downhills, chatted our heads off, and enjoyed just being with each other.  After some quality time on the swings, we headed back home to get Nancy and Dylan, and then back to Walnut Creek to go swimming at the pool.

I had a great birthday, though I must admit I crashed hard last night.

More travel on the cards this week.  This time I'm teaching a two day class in North Texas, which means more of those boring treadmill runs.  Boo hiss.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Some Days you're the Hammer

And some days you're the nail.  This morning I was the nail.

Did a 14 mile run around Austin with Clea, and bonked a few miles from the end (actually it was supposed to be 15 miles, but I cut it short).  I hate it when I become the flat tire who holds up the run, but sometimes it just happens (especially in the summer).  I'm just lucky to run with a friend who puts up with me being a bit of a wuss when the mercury rises.

There are several reasons for my bonk, and as usual I know exactly what they are.  I just don't always put that knowledge into practice.

For a start, I was completely under-fueled. I usually eat a banana before these longer runs, but little Dylan has become addicted to them, and ate the last one yesterday.  So I didn't eat anything before the run.  While I can get away with this in the cooler weather, it's not so easy in the summer.  Secondly I really should be alternating Gatorade with water, especially in this heat and humidity.  And finally, said humidity was like a suffocating blanket this morning.  I am like my vegetable garden, and wilt in the heat and humidity of what is shaping up to be a long and brutal summer.

These are the kind of runs that make me question how I ever ran a marathon (let alone an ultra), and why I would ever sign up for another one.  But it's just something to suffer through, with the thought that I just need to continue logging base mileage, because when the cooler weather comes around I will do this same run at least a minute a mile faster with very little effort.

In other news, I watched a really cool documentary the other night on the history of big wave surfing.  It was called "Riding Giants", and had some amazing footage of crazy huge surf breaks and the equally crazy people who ride them.  The highlight was the interviews with some of the characters from the early days of the sport. They had a kind of pioneering spirit about them with some of the risks they took, and as a group seem to share a number of characteristics with trail runners.  Very entertaining viewing.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Run 'em Aggies

The problem with spending a large amount of time training for and gearing toward one particular race is what happens if you have a bad day?  What if it's unusually hot or humid, what if you just don't feel good?  San Antonio has had some pretty nasty weather on race day in the last few years, so it can really be a lottery.  My solution to that is to pick a backup race, and last night I signed up for the inaugural Bryan/College Station marathon.

My wife is an Aggie, so spending the weekend in College Station was an easy sell.  The course is supposedly flat and fast, and it winds through the Texas A&M campus.  I came across it by accident, but the timing is right (11th December - about a month after San Antonio) and there is a good chance it will be nice and cold.

I had considered running White Rock again (the week before), but I had such a perfect race there last year I would hate to go back and tarnish the memory of that wonderful day.  And I just managed to sneak into the last hour of early bird signup, which meant I got a really great deal.

Gig 'em Aggies!!!