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7 for 7: An Introduction

December 2, 2010 By in Running Leave a comment

I’ve gotten a few prods over the past year to talk about a few things related to the running aspect of Run For Something. To tell you the truth, I’m a bit uncomfortable with the concept, for a couple of reasons. For one, I’m certainly no expert. I may have experience, but expertise is a whole other ball of wax. I also feel like I already put way more effort into writing about my running and racing than I put into talking about aid. But, in the spirit of works-in-progress everywhere, I’ll take a shot at it.

7 for 7 will be a seven day, seven post series on my take on running. I’m going to cover the following areas: Philosophy, Training, Resources, Recovery, Mindset, Racing, and Injury. I’m not going to spend a lot of time on the science or research behind the areas, but I will recommend some resources if you feel like learning a little more. If you have questions or want to challenge me, leave a comment so we can dialogue! Debate and some give-n-take are good for the mind. Finally, with my time challenges, I apologize if some of the posts seem shorter than they should. One of my goals with 7 for 7 is to build better blog frequency habits.
See you tomorrow…

Race Report and Update: Governor’s Cup 8k (13 Nov 10)

December 1, 2010 By in Racing Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , 2 Comments

“On your left.”

Nothing.

“On your left!”

Still nothing.

“ON YOUR LEFT!” I find myself running sideways trying to slip past the guy with no concept of someone trying to pass on his left, and our shoulders collide as I pass.  “On your left means on your left,” I gasp as I haul ass past him, leaving out a long list of choice pronouns I’d like to tack on to the end of that sentence.  The issue at hand is that the front of the Governor’s Cup 8k pack  is running into the back of the Governor’s Cup Half Marathon. The races share the same course for the first 2+ miles, and the race direction started the 8k a scant ten minutes after the half-marathoners took off.  Now I’m bobbing and weaving through the crowd, just hoping this isn’t going to slow me down.

There’s one guy ahead of me, and he’s far enough out of my league for me to not even think about him. He’s a local masters runner who’s allegedly been training only a few weeks now, but that’s what he always says before he shows up and throws down a 15 minute 5k. Anyway, I dropped the only other guy around 1.5 miles, which was disappointing because I was hoping not to run solo for the back half of the race. But, here I am again in no-man’s land with only myself for a pacer.

After we break from the half-marathon course, everything falls strangely silent. There are no spectators, no nothing at this point. At Mile 3 I hit my watch and don’t like what I see: 12s slow for the last mile. This is the point in a race where I struggle the most. In the past, I might have simply packed it in, and given up any hope of running near my goal. But I’ve worked very hard on my mental game in the past couple years. I tell myself it was a slow mile as a result of all the bobbing and weaving. I know the next mile is all flat/downhill, so I decide the best thing is to push the next mile very aggressively.

Rebounding after a slow mile...

Shortly after this, I see Jen, who has borrowed a bike and is riding around snapping pics of me and our friends Matthew and Steph Whitis, who are both running the half.

“Yeah! You look HOT!!!”

I can’t resist smiling even as I focus on going 20s faster this mile.

My watch at Mile 4 shows a 5:20 split, which puts me back on track to finish in the upper 27s for 8k. I’m back where I need to be, and to tell the truth, feeling pretty good. I’m working very hard, but think I can probably maintain this pace over the next mile.

There are now some scattered spectators as I draw closer to the finish. Then I see it: the half-mile uphill standing between me and the finish. It doesn’t look that bad, I think. But as I begin my ascent I quickly find my stomach growing more and angry at the amount of growing acidity in my body. Uh-oh. Red-line City.

Then begin the crippling dry heaves.

I feel my pace slipping.

The grade slackens, but I am suddenly overcome by an overwhelming urge to stop and throw up. At this point I feel like I am crawling.

Don’t you stop. You want to throw up, fine. But you’re at least going to be moving when you do it So I keep moving, making awful gagging sounds and faces.

About 100m out, in sight of the finish line, all the spectators, and most importantly, the race photographers, the gig is up. And so is whatever’s in my stomach, which thankfully isn’t much.

I manage a semblance of a sprint, and cross the finish in 28:12, happy to be done with it.

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In retrospect, it was not a bad race. It highlighted some weak areas in my training, and as my first race in five months, not a bad start. Most important for me was the lesson of mental tenacity. Being alone out there in a race when things aren’t going as planned is a tough spot. Ten years ago (a decade? Has it really been that long?) the demons would have been in charge. As a collegiate runner, my number one struggle was my head and overwhelming negativity. More than likely, I’d have mentally quit and coasted the remainder. This time, though, I fell back on some tried and true techniques – positive mental chatter and form cues – to help get me back on track. Unfortunately, my fitness level wasn’t quite on par with the course demands, but that’s an easy fix: train harder. On a humorous note, check out http://orders.racephotonetwork.com/QPPlus/Images.aspx for some funny pictures of me in the middle of the dry heaves both on the hill and approaching the finish.

Whitis and Me

As for the results, I was second overall, first in my age group, and the proud recipient of a $55 check. The time was also *technically* an 8k PR, although I was faster in the first 8k of the Reedy River 10k back in Feb.  In the half, my friend and training partner Matthew Whitis (the dude in red next to the handsome gent in blue ) ran away from the field in 1:14 and finished first, which was awesome.  Over the past year, I’ve trained with Matthew more than any one person since running in college. We do most of our long runs together and occasionally help each other through some of our quality sessions. He’s getting ready for the Rock n’ Roll Phoenix Marathon in mid-Jan, and I expect he’ll be one of the top masters there. The dude eats high-mileage weeks for breakfast, logging 100-120 with complete nonchalance. When I start to think my mileage numbers are a big deal, all I have to do is ask Whitis what he ran last week and I get an instant ego check.  

Since the race, I’ve increased both my mileage and intensity. Hill repeats, track intervals, mixed tempo sessions – “It’s all deadly,” to quote a favorite movie. I’m hoping I can break 17:00 before Christmas, and looking at a fast 5k in Greenville on 23 Jan as being a good place to target 16:30.

Aid:Faith

November 20, 2010 By in Running Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 1 Comment

http://www.iam-afghanistan.org/

This post has to do with the ten aid workers killed in Afghanistan almost three months ago.  I’ve got the link above, but if you are unfamiliar with the story, on  the 6th of August,  ten International Assistance Mission aid workers were murdered in Afghanistan. The Taliban took immediate responsibility, claiming they were killed by a Taliban patrol for violating sharia standards regarding Christian proselytizing. IAM countered the claim and stated that while IAM is an openly Christian organization, it does not proselytize, in accordance with the laws of Afghanistan and International Committee of the Red Cross guidance.

It’s been on my mind ever since it happened, although I don’t really understand why. It happened as I began thinking harder about the ideas of aid and charity we’ve been talking about a little bit over the past few months, which might explain it. Not too long ago, I asked for comments from you all regarding how you viewed the concept of “aid,” and I got responses that were both varied in perspective as well as insightful. From definitions of aid in more primitive times, to the fact that aid looks very different depending on whether you’re receiving or donating; it was interesting to hear what you all thought and I appreciate everyone who took the time to comment.

What happened to the IAM workers was a sad and disturbing event. The facts are that Mahram Ali, Cheryl Beckett, Daniela Beyer, Brian Carderelli, Abdul Masjedi, Dr Tom Grams, Glen Lapp, Dr Tom Little, Dan Terry, and Dr Karen Woo were murdered in Afghanistan while providing free medical aid to Afghan people in the most remote areas of the country. These people sacrificed comfortable Western lives, and a lot of money in some cases, and went to Afghanistan to provide for a specific need. They were true heroes who not only treated those in need; they also trained Afghans medical professionals to do it for themselves, a basic principle of sustainable aid. In the wake of what happened, NPR ran an interesting article here: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=129155780 . It’s a good albeit brief, read on faith-based aid and some of the issues surrounding faith-based aid in hot zones like Somalia and Afghanistan.

I guess the question on my mind, is this: If they had been preaching, would it have made their murders any less horrific? Even cursory research of the media surrounding their killings reveals that the story was less the way they died, but what exactly they were doing there. Some of the flail was no doubt due to the Taliban message that they were killed for spreading Christianity. However, the media response to the claim appears not to have been, “So what? You murdered innocents.” IAM’s response on their website seemed to be as much directed as a response to the Taliban claims as it was to the generating media interest in whether or not they were over there proselytizing.

It bothers me to think that there is a cynical tone within America that might say, “Well, they got what they deserved,” as if in response to the many crimes perpetuated by so-called “Christians” over the ages. It bothers me to think that we might tolerate injustice perpetrated by any faith. The basics of the major faiths of the modern world, Judeo-Christianity as well as Islam, include the following but are not limited to: Love. Tolerance. Charity. The pollution which results from the actions of an extremist fringe, whether on board an airliner bound for DC or in a moving truck parked in front of a federal building, should not blind us from the truths of the faith itself. None of those acts is representative of the majority of the faith, regardless of what a media pundit or radical mullah might tell you.

In closing, I ask you to think, once again, about your ideas of aid.

Is it possible that zakat, the Koran-mandated charity incumbent upon all Muslims, would allow the light of a merciful God into the life of a Christian in need?

Is it possible that the aid provided by a Westerner could re-frame the a Muslim’s perception of a Christian God?

To the uneducated, the beggar, the cripple…does it matter in his or her time of need?