I spun the grey clay with my wet hands into a cylinder on the pottery wheel. It was perfect for a few seconds, then it collapsed because I held my fingers in one place too long. The clay responds to the slightest movement, especially when it’s wet. It’s is brutally honest. As my instructor says, “It remembers everything.”
Today was a strength day. Tomorrow is my long run.
More than once I’ve asked myself whether I shall turn out to be the Superman or the Lex Luther of my own life. Each of us are given a fist full of earth. Some plant gardens, other throw mud pies, and some let the dirt slip between their fingers. Of course, we weren’t given the earth, we emerged from it. This planet truly is our mother. As the miles slide by, the bullshit of normal life lifts and there is nothing but breath: time dilates and contracts by its own weird logic. Today, I ran 7.4 blissful miles. What does tomorrow hold? Check back to find out.
I didn’t at all expect this. Typically, I don’t care about Vo2 Max, Yasso 800s, negative splits, or any other speed based racing lingo. I ignore competition because I just like to run. Instead of focusing on speed or competition, I customarily look to weekly mileage. For me, running is about spinning the earth steadily and rhythmically in quiet solitude. It’s not about gagging or choking on my own breath.
I can’t say why I’ve decided to change my routine. Maybe I’m just bored, or maybe I just want to punish myself for working somewhat steady hours. Whatever the reason, in order to slice open the belly of my performance and dissect it like a frog, I bought a heart monitor and a wrist GPS gizmo.
This morning, before work, I tracked my first marathon training run with my Garmen wrist GPS. Incidentally, today, the last Sabbath of June, marks the very first day of my Boring Marathon Training Program. Appropriately, Sundays are my marathon training rest days, which means that I’m supposed to do Yoga or Pilates instead of pounding my toes and bones on the stoney streets. Why did I run on a rest day? Good question. It was symbolic, more importantly it raised my weekly mileage to 25 miles.
When my heart rate monitor arrives Tuesday, I’ll sync it with my GPS wristband. I must admit that I feel a little guilty using a heart rate monitor and a GPS device to inspect my runs. The use of electric technology seems so un-barefoot like. That said, I know that the Barefoot Deities don’t mind, for they approve of all knowledge that maketh a man swift and sturdy.
This ends my first day of marathon training–2 miles, it wasn’t much. Even so, I’ll continue to post my training each day. Come back tomorrow.
You’re tired, it’s hot, and you just don’t feel like going for a 10 mile run. It happens to every runner at some point.
Luckily a friend of mine stumbled upon some tricks to jump starting motivation. I have used these tools to achieve one of my running goals: a weekly 10 mile run! That’s double of what I usually run. How did I go from dreading 10 milers to loving them?
Jack told me that he discovered that the lack of energy was a major factor in discouraging him from endurance training. He told me to nibble on a Tarahuarma Corn Cakes just before going out. The extra energy pop ignites the urge to hit the streets.
Jack also gave me his secret recipe for his 100% all natural energy electrolyte concoction. It’s a mixture of Coconut Water, Lemon Juice, and Stevia. It tastes like what I imagine a kick-flip with the shoes flying off into the airs above a skatepark in Portugal would feel like if it were a flavor for the tongue. The drink rapidly hydrates, and it turbo charges the cells with electrolytes. I drink the energy juice before, during, and AFTER my long runs (anything over 5 miles in the heat is a “long run”). Jack emphasized the BODY NEEDS WATER AND ELECTROLYTES. IT IMPOSSIBLE TO TRAIN FOR DECREASED INTAKE OF VITAL FLUIDS.
I have noticed that charging up before a run makes a world of difference. I enjoy my runs much more when I start off well nourished and hydrated.
Since I only run for pleasure, not competition I switch to DISTANCE Mode on RunKeepr (Runkeepr is the smartphone app I use to track my mileage). I set RunKeepr to update every .5 mile. Her sexy vocal updates keep me focused.
Pre-Run Music Jack doesn’t listen to music when he runs because it takes away from the experience. He does, however, rev himself by cranking some tunes up before he runs.
Here is my personal list of audio adreline: Circle JerksWild in the Streets
(Good Song to have running through your head. I will make you wanna run wild.) Suicidal TendenciesInstitutionalized
(It’s NOT about running, but it makes me laugh and gets me revved up.)
Agnostic FrontGotta Go
(Has a great cadence that makes me want to pound the concrete.)
Coffee ProjectI Will Run
(A slower song, but the “I will run” lyrics loop nicely.)
BONUS SONG YOU WILL HATE ME FOR INCLUDING HansenMMM BOP
(This song is an empty calorie ChocoTaco for the ear drums. But it lifts my mood.)
Sleazy Car Sales Tricks
My best friend was also a successful used car salesman. He gave me the Holy Grail of sales tricks. At first blush, sales seems far away from running motivation; it’s not. Sales is about overcoming customer’s tendency towards procrastination. The trick my friend would use to get his customers past procrastination was to get them to agree with him on a small matter. For example, if the customer expressed interest in saving money at the pump. My friend would say something like, “With gas pricing climbing this summer, you’re only going to love saving more and more money with each fill-up. Saving money at the pump makes sense, doesn’t it?” The customer would agree.
I wasn’t sure what that trick had to do with motivation for running. My friend told me that the magic is in breaking up the big scary process of buying a car into smaller chunks, gaining small agreements all of which build comfort and lead to the closing of the sale. He suggested selling myself on running too. He urged me to break-up the running ritual into easy steps, and then to sell myself on the steps. For example, he said selling myself on putting on my running clothes, then selling myself on warming up, and so on. Once the clothes are on, I’m running. It’s weird how small steps always lead to something greater.