Well I'm finally recovered from that marathon in Tennessee, (or Georgia, or where ever I ran that thing). You'd think when Tennessee drew up it's borders, they could've made it a straight line.... Like Florida, you're either in or out... Anyway I'm off topic.
Knee is fine, it's amazing what some flat running will do... So the beginning to my 5k season will start next week...Since to holiday season is here, it's going to be hard to train, eat, shop, eat, post blogs, eat, see family and eat, eat, watch football while eating, eat, work, eat... and so on... But the point is, focus is in order as well as self-control. There will be times over the next few weeks, I'll have to force myself to go out for a run... But as long as there are no mountains I should be able to get the job done..
All this writing has made me hungry. I need to go eat.
See ya on the road, runron.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Post marathon blues
First I'd like to thank the great state of Tennessee for giving me knee pain... Your hills, oops mountains, have caused me deep pain... or to get technical, patellofemoral pain or a possible patellar ligament injury.... Translate, my knee hurts.
I've been on the shelf for over a week. Not able to put one leg in front of the other for fear of fire shooting through me left knee cap.(Crap) Now what? The Turkey trot 5k is out... And maybe the Reindeer run as well.... By the way, do all cities have a Turkey trot and Reindeer run? Anyway, I went over a year without an injury... Of course I was running in a flat state, the state that I love.... My state, Florida.
I'll trade a 95 degree day with a heat index of 120, for one of those hills, (mountains) any day...
Then my brother said he wants to run another marathon, (what have I created?). And he wants to do Tennessee again.... Apparently he just ran down hill in the race Tennesseans have the nerve to call a marathon.... Look what they did to my knee... It takes a sick mind to lay out a course that goes up hill... check that, up the side of a mountain.... But I'm over it....
I mean what kind of twisted mind lays out such a course?.... Boston would label that race unsuitable for man... It's a good thing I'm able to forget about it...
Does the race director get kick-backs from orthopedist?.... I'm glad this race didn't have a lasting affect on my ego...
Thanks Tennessee. You've won, this old boy days are over, no more marathons.
But I was thinking the other day... Ya think it's too late to sign up for Disney?
See ya on the painful road, runron.
I've been on the shelf for over a week. Not able to put one leg in front of the other for fear of fire shooting through me left knee cap.(Crap) Now what? The Turkey trot 5k is out... And maybe the Reindeer run as well.... By the way, do all cities have a Turkey trot and Reindeer run? Anyway, I went over a year without an injury... Of course I was running in a flat state, the state that I love.... My state, Florida.
I'll trade a 95 degree day with a heat index of 120, for one of those hills, (mountains) any day...
Then my brother said he wants to run another marathon, (what have I created?). And he wants to do Tennessee again.... Apparently he just ran down hill in the race Tennesseans have the nerve to call a marathon.... Look what they did to my knee... It takes a sick mind to lay out a course that goes up hill... check that, up the side of a mountain.... But I'm over it....
I mean what kind of twisted mind lays out such a course?.... Boston would label that race unsuitable for man... It's a good thing I'm able to forget about it...
Does the race director get kick-backs from orthopedist?.... I'm glad this race didn't have a lasting affect on my ego...
Thanks Tennessee. You've won, this old boy days are over, no more marathons.
But I was thinking the other day... Ya think it's too late to sign up for Disney?
See ya on the painful road, runron.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
It's over...Really over
I'm here to announce my retirement from marathons...The day started off with 38 degree weather and a head full of dreams...Although it warmed up, my dream turned into a nightmare... Without boring you with pace times and mile markers, let me just say, all was going well until mile 20...
I guess you could call it a wall, but a head-on collision with a freight train seems more suitable in explaining what happened.
I may be late coming to the dance on this one, but did you know Tennessee has hills? I mean mountains.... By the way, Florida is flat. In fact, Tennessee laughs at Florida when it comes to giant boulders that rise into the clouds. And most of the mountains in Tennessee happened to be on this race course... At least that's the way this Florida boy saw it... mile 21, 22, and 23 were uphill... That's right, 3 miles of continuous uphill running... Back-up, 3 miles of continuous shuffling along trying to imitate some form of my former self.
Allow me to go back to mile 20 and the freight train. I first felt a little tingle shoot up my thigh.... No big deal, little tingles are part of running, it comes with the gig...But what happened next, came out of a Steven King novel. My thigh contorted into several shapes until finally cramping up and shutting down. Which left me with the for amentioned 6.2 mile hobble.... I have never ran more painful 6 miles in my life,(or hobble, limp, shuffle, crawl.) At one point, I doubled over in pain. A guy on a bike, who was a marathon volunteer, ask me if I was OK? Now the guy was supposed to help runners who needed water. (i.e. have water with him.) I said I'm cramping up & I need water. He said the water stop is about a half a mile up the road... One more time, he said the water stop is about a half a mile up the road.I think he was also the guy who told me this marathon is flat...
So making a long story somewhat shorter, I missed my 4 hour goal by 6 min. and 2 sec.
My last marathon is a memory. I'm no marathoner, but I'll still run (in Florida, where the land is flat and the heat is not painful)however, it will be 5, 10, and 15k's.
I did get a chance to say hello to Brian before the race, I'm sure he did much better than yours truly.
See ya on the flat road, runron.
I guess you could call it a wall, but a head-on collision with a freight train seems more suitable in explaining what happened.
I may be late coming to the dance on this one, but did you know Tennessee has hills? I mean mountains.... By the way, Florida is flat. In fact, Tennessee laughs at Florida when it comes to giant boulders that rise into the clouds. And most of the mountains in Tennessee happened to be on this race course... At least that's the way this Florida boy saw it... mile 21, 22, and 23 were uphill... That's right, 3 miles of continuous uphill running... Back-up, 3 miles of continuous shuffling along trying to imitate some form of my former self.
Allow me to go back to mile 20 and the freight train. I first felt a little tingle shoot up my thigh.... No big deal, little tingles are part of running, it comes with the gig...But what happened next, came out of a Steven King novel. My thigh contorted into several shapes until finally cramping up and shutting down. Which left me with the for amentioned 6.2 mile hobble.... I have never ran more painful 6 miles in my life,(or hobble, limp, shuffle, crawl.) At one point, I doubled over in pain. A guy on a bike, who was a marathon volunteer, ask me if I was OK? Now the guy was supposed to help runners who needed water. (i.e. have water with him.) I said I'm cramping up & I need water. He said the water stop is about a half a mile up the road... One more time, he said the water stop is about a half a mile up the road.I think he was also the guy who told me this marathon is flat...
So making a long story somewhat shorter, I missed my 4 hour goal by 6 min. and 2 sec.
My last marathon is a memory. I'm no marathoner, but I'll still run (in Florida, where the land is flat and the heat is not painful)however, it will be 5, 10, and 15k's.
I did get a chance to say hello to Brian before the race, I'm sure he did much better than yours truly.
See ya on the flat road, runron.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Feet's don't fail me now
What kind of idiot would drive 586 miles to run 26.2 miles?... All in front of this computer typing these words, say I....That would be me.. Or Mr. Idiot, to you.
The days are getting short and the big clock on the right seems to be speeding up and I guess all systems are a go. So, what's my gripe of the day?
Raw sewage, that's right, raw sewage. I'll let you use your imagination on the details... But let's just say the aforementioned words came tumbling out of the ceiling at a job site runron was at today. Fortunately, I was out of crap-shot.... but my toolbox wasn't.... The toolbox stands about a 18 inches high and is about 24 inches wide... I guess you could say it's about the same size as a toilet... A big toilet... Except, toilets don't have jigsaws, cordless drills, routers, and everything else a carpenter uses... At least mine doesn't... Or didn't....So I had a crappy day, need I say more?
Back to this marathon thing... You know how I've been complaining all summer about the heat?... There's one thing you should know.... I hate to run when it's cold... I'm from Florida, if it's in the 60's I'm freezing....Now I see where Tennessee is in the 30's at night?.... How cruel are the marathon gods?.. I mean come on, you want me to go from running in the beautiful 90 plus temperatures with sunshine so inviting it bakes your skin to a crispy tan. Where humidity caresses your forehead and leaves little droplets of sweat to reward you for a good workout. The oven-like warmness at 6:00 a.m. that gently greets me for a 20 miler...From all of that, to bone-chilling cold... I'll have to deal with numb toes and fingers... When I eventually break a sweat my shirt will freeze.... My teeth will chatter, not to mention what cold weather does to my bladder...
It's true what they say... Hot weather is uncomfortable, but cold weather is painful.
I bet there will be snow flurries and I'll get lost in some haunted battleground for days on end. (I'm running in a historic Civil War battleground) I'll have to survive on sports beans and extra packs of gel, until spring.... Of course spring in Tennessee probably comes around July 4th...
My Father-in-law lives up there, maybe I'll place a call and see what he can do about the temperature.... 30 degrees at night....Summer where did you go my friend?
See ya on the frozen tundra, runron.
The days are getting short and the big clock on the right seems to be speeding up and I guess all systems are a go. So, what's my gripe of the day?
Raw sewage, that's right, raw sewage. I'll let you use your imagination on the details... But let's just say the aforementioned words came tumbling out of the ceiling at a job site runron was at today. Fortunately, I was out of crap-shot.... but my toolbox wasn't.... The toolbox stands about a 18 inches high and is about 24 inches wide... I guess you could say it's about the same size as a toilet... A big toilet... Except, toilets don't have jigsaws, cordless drills, routers, and everything else a carpenter uses... At least mine doesn't... Or didn't....So I had a crappy day, need I say more?
Back to this marathon thing... You know how I've been complaining all summer about the heat?... There's one thing you should know.... I hate to run when it's cold... I'm from Florida, if it's in the 60's I'm freezing....Now I see where Tennessee is in the 30's at night?.... How cruel are the marathon gods?.. I mean come on, you want me to go from running in the beautiful 90 plus temperatures with sunshine so inviting it bakes your skin to a crispy tan. Where humidity caresses your forehead and leaves little droplets of sweat to reward you for a good workout. The oven-like warmness at 6:00 a.m. that gently greets me for a 20 miler...From all of that, to bone-chilling cold... I'll have to deal with numb toes and fingers... When I eventually break a sweat my shirt will freeze.... My teeth will chatter, not to mention what cold weather does to my bladder...
It's true what they say... Hot weather is uncomfortable, but cold weather is painful.
I bet there will be snow flurries and I'll get lost in some haunted battleground for days on end. (I'm running in a historic Civil War battleground) I'll have to survive on sports beans and extra packs of gel, until spring.... Of course spring in Tennessee probably comes around July 4th...
My Father-in-law lives up there, maybe I'll place a call and see what he can do about the temperature.... 30 degrees at night....Summer where did you go my friend?
See ya on the frozen tundra, runron.
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