Running Lots of Miles. . . Not
The week has most certainly not turned out the way I had hoped. About my pain in the butt, it has yet to go away and it is certainly a concern. On my last post, my friend Terry did a great job diagnosing the problem: "that is your sciatic - and I know a good chiropractor that could help." Her diagnosis was backed up by some posters on the Hal Higdon board, where I posted my problem as well.
After running 4.5 sluggish treadmill miles yesterday, I gave Terry a call to see if Dr. Howard could see me. No problem, come in Friday at 8.
The pain continued. It's not a severe pain, but it is nagging and somewhat constant. Running doesn't make it worse, but it's not good, either.
This morning, I felt pretty good and decided to head to the gym before my appointment. Got off only 3 miles before I had to stop. In fact, I probably walked 1 of the 3. Not a good sign. My foot is dropping some as I run.
After a nice strong Starbucks, I headed off to Dr. Howard's office where he started by taking my history and doing some measuring. At one point, he informed me that my left leg is about an inch and a half longer than my right. (Now for those of you who thought the title of my post was about something totally different, please, PLEASE, get your mind out of the gutter!)
It didn't take long for him to find the problem spots and do some electric stimulation and a few other things.
I'll go back tomorrow for the results of some tests and x-rays and some more stimulation, no doubt.
Just 16 days until Frederick. This wasn't what I had in mind for my taper.
L'Chaim!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Pain in the Butt
The whole day got turned upside down yesterday, fueled mostly by my desire not to get out of bed early and to run outside. By the time I got home, we were in full early evening frenzy -- Deb was working on dinner and the kids were looking for something (someone) to occupy them.
"Hey, boys," Deb said, "daddy's going to go run 5 miles, do you want to scooter with him?" "Do you mind, dear?" Of course not. 5 miles? I'm sure they'll be fine. They do that kind of thing all the time (yeah, never).
So, I quickly got changed and put on the fully loaded fuel belt. (The belt is a Nathan Triangle, 4885N, just in case anyone is interested.) After all of the comments yesterday about the new fuel belt purchase, I had to give it a whirl even though I wouldn't normally worry about hydration for a shorter run.
Deb, in the mean time, was getting the kids ready. Get shoes and socks on, get the scooters out. "Ok, guys, the water's just for daddy. You won't get any until we get home. Have fun!"
"Hey, boys," Deb said, "daddy's going to go run 5 miles, do you want to scooter with him?" "Do you mind, dear?" Of course not. 5 miles? I'm sure they'll be fine. They do that kind of thing all the time (yeah, never).
So, I quickly got changed and put on the fully loaded fuel belt. (The belt is a Nathan Triangle, 4885N, just in case anyone is interested.) After all of the comments yesterday about the new fuel belt purchase, I had to give it a whirl even though I wouldn't normally worry about hydration for a shorter run.
Deb, in the mean time, was getting the kids ready. Get shoes and socks on, get the scooters out. "Ok, guys, the water's just for daddy. You won't get any until we get home. Have fun!"
We were off. As we headed west out of our neighborhood into the adjoining one, I definitely noticed that the belt was there. It didn't bother me, but it was some added weight. No jiggling as I had been concerned about. After a few minutes, I tried out the bottle itself. Worked fine, albeit a bit of a tight fit into the holster, but I'd expect that it would loosen over time.
After 3/4 mile, the first "how far have we gone" question came from the inquisitive 7 (almost 8) year old. Not quite a mile. About a minute later, "have we gone a mile yet, dad?" No, almost. I could definitely feel that the added weight of the belt was slowing me down. At least that would be my excuse. 11:43 for the first mile is close to a minute slower than I've been running on this type of run.
As we continued, there seemed to be a pattern developing -- #1 son about a block or so ahead, #2 about the same distance behind. Most of our course was on not too busy roads, but it was still a challenge to keep both in sight when I was concentrating on running. Soon though, "Daaaaaaad, myyyyyyyy shooooooooooooooooe is untiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied." Oy! Okay, #1 --tie your brother's shoe please. "No, dad, you'll run too far." Please do it or we'll just go back home. You'll catch up to me. "Ok." And he did, and they caught up to me.
It was about this time I noticed a belly ache, around the area where the belt was on the opposite side of the bottle. Seems that the weight of the bottle was really starting to bother me. But we continued.
At about 2 miles, this was hear from behind me: "Dad, I'm REALLY thirsty." Sorry, bud, mom told you there would be nothing to drink. "But I'm REALLY REALLY thirsty." Now, in retrospect, it might have been smarter of me to just give him some water, but this was going to be a lesson that what we say is what we mean. I don't know why I thought at this particular moment in time that this concept would sink in, since it hasn't up until now, but my feet were dug in.
Heading up a hill, #2 continued to fall back, to the point that I had to stop to wait for him. Decision made -- we're heading home where I can dump one fuel belt, two scooters and two scooter drivers.
And so it was.
Once I dumped the belt, I ran much better. Mile 2 and 3 were both over 12 minutes. Mile 4, without belt or company was 11:38 followed by 10:55 for the last mile.
Not sure what to do with the belt now. Fill it half way? Ditch it? Anyone else have similar issues? Did you get used to it?
As for the kids, I'd definitely try the run/scoot again with some changes. #1 -- no mp3 for daddy. Just didn't need it and it was one too many distractions. #2 -- shorter route preferred. #3 -- if possible, just take one!
And the Pain in the Butt -- the title of today's post? You thougt it was my kids, didn't you. No, more literal, that's what I woke up with this morning. Very sore left buttock down the back of my thigh. Feels muscular, but it was very painful just to get out of bed this morning. Not sure if it was the belt or not. Hope it works its way better and soon.
L'Chaim!
After 3/4 mile, the first "how far have we gone" question came from the inquisitive 7 (almost 8) year old. Not quite a mile. About a minute later, "have we gone a mile yet, dad?" No, almost. I could definitely feel that the added weight of the belt was slowing me down. At least that would be my excuse. 11:43 for the first mile is close to a minute slower than I've been running on this type of run.
As we continued, there seemed to be a pattern developing -- #1 son about a block or so ahead, #2 about the same distance behind. Most of our course was on not too busy roads, but it was still a challenge to keep both in sight when I was concentrating on running. Soon though, "Daaaaaaad, myyyyyyyy shooooooooooooooooe is untiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied." Oy! Okay, #1 --tie your brother's shoe please. "No, dad, you'll run too far." Please do it or we'll just go back home. You'll catch up to me. "Ok." And he did, and they caught up to me.
It was about this time I noticed a belly ache, around the area where the belt was on the opposite side of the bottle. Seems that the weight of the bottle was really starting to bother me. But we continued.
At about 2 miles, this was hear from behind me: "Dad, I'm REALLY thirsty." Sorry, bud, mom told you there would be nothing to drink. "But I'm REALLY REALLY thirsty." Now, in retrospect, it might have been smarter of me to just give him some water, but this was going to be a lesson that what we say is what we mean. I don't know why I thought at this particular moment in time that this concept would sink in, since it hasn't up until now, but my feet were dug in.
Heading up a hill, #2 continued to fall back, to the point that I had to stop to wait for him. Decision made -- we're heading home where I can dump one fuel belt, two scooters and two scooter drivers.
And so it was.
Once I dumped the belt, I ran much better. Mile 2 and 3 were both over 12 minutes. Mile 4, without belt or company was 11:38 followed by 10:55 for the last mile.
Not sure what to do with the belt now. Fill it half way? Ditch it? Anyone else have similar issues? Did you get used to it?
As for the kids, I'd definitely try the run/scoot again with some changes. #1 -- no mp3 for daddy. Just didn't need it and it was one too many distractions. #2 -- shorter route preferred. #3 -- if possible, just take one!
And the Pain in the Butt -- the title of today's post? You thougt it was my kids, didn't you. No, more literal, that's what I woke up with this morning. Very sore left buttock down the back of my thigh. Feels muscular, but it was very painful just to get out of bed this morning. Not sure if it was the belt or not. Hope it works its way better and soon.
L'Chaim!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Last Week -- What Could Be Bad
The biggest mileage week on the schedule was, well, big. 44.9 total miles from Monday through Sunday. That's big! Not a whole lot else for the week, but when would I have done anything else, really?
Amazingly, all those miles really didn't translate into the scale. I was dead even for the week at 234.2. Nothing gained, nothing lost. Well, better than gaining, I suppose. Still, with all of those calories being burned, hard to believe I made up for all of them. Oy!
The week ahead has about 30 miles on the schedule. As of now, Tuesday morning, I haven't run an inch -- planning to get back out tonight, though. Will try out the cool new (geeky?) fuel belt I bought over the weekend -- just like the one to the left, in black. Gotta love new toys.
Amazingly, all those miles really didn't translate into the scale. I was dead even for the week at 234.2. Nothing gained, nothing lost. Well, better than gaining, I suppose. Still, with all of those calories being burned, hard to believe I made up for all of them. Oy!The week ahead has about 30 miles on the schedule. As of now, Tuesday morning, I haven't run an inch -- planning to get back out tonight, though. Will try out the cool new (geeky?) fuel belt I bought over the weekend -- just like the one to the left, in black. Gotta love new toys.
L'Chaim!
Monday, April 14, 2008
Happy Birthday, Ma!
Today is my mom's birthday. Hard to believe that a woman so young could have a son so old. Mom has been my life long biggest supporter -- she was always there. Still is too!
Happy Birthday, Ma. Looking forward to many many more.
I love you!
L'Chaim!
Just Another Day in Paradise
Thought I'd share a little snippet from our day. The following instant message discussion happened while I was on a conference call at the office. Enjoy:
Deb: having a plumbing crisis!
Jeff: yes -- what's the crisis?
Deb: sinks in the basement all backed up as is the washer -- OY with every
sock that this family owns in it...water all over the floor of course and into
the middle room -- UGH!!!!!!!!!!!
Deb: On an upnote -- while on the phone with BGE, I made the appointment
for the furnace check!
Jeff: oy yoy yoy
Deb: so the deal is...BGE plumbing will be here sometime between now and
6:00. The guy on the phone suspects that there's a clog in the washing machine
as well because it didn't drain -- so we have an appliance guy scheduled for
tomorrow. THEN, the furnace guy will be here on Thursday. I know there'e really
never a convenient time for these things to happen but I got things to do,
people to see, etc..
Deb: can't even cook for the weekend because I was going to Walmart to buy
a container for the matza balls and I didn't have you pick-up enough onions for
the sauce -- OH SHIT!!
Deb: I'm going to have to call the Anderson's to take Matty to baseball if
the BGE guy doesn't come by 4:50 -- UGH!!
Deb: should be a very pleasant afternoon
Deb: I even called Vern (I think he's a plumber) but he wasn't
home
Deb: Since you're not responding, I'm assuming that you're tied up on the
phone -- remind me to ask you about the attic
Jeff: sorry
Deb: while the plumber is here, I want to ask him about the kids sink -- I
don't know if you've noticed that the drain is broken
Deb: HEY, I understand...you gotta make the eggs and bacon
Deb: NO worries my love...
Deb: all is peachy keen here at the Sweren house
Deb: life is good
Deb: hmmmmmmmmmmm!
Deb: love you
Deb: call me later
Jeff: sorry, love, not what you had planned for the day
Deb: oh well
Jeff: i'm certain it's from all the underwear i've washed!
Deb: what can I tell ya
Deb: that must be it
Jeff: call you soon
Deb: and the BGE furnace check is called in!
Deb: look forward to it!
Deb: BGE is on the way!!
Deb: HURRAY!
Deb: good thing too because Vern just called me back and said based on what
I told him that it sounds like the main sewage line -- he recommended not using
the toilet -- aughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Deb: you're at lunch aren't you?
Jeff: i'm back
Deb: bge is here!! The day is saved -- I here water running!!
Jeff: woo hoo
Jeff: maybe vern was wrong
Deb: it's a gawd awful mess though -- had to move dresser and all the
clothes and then of course, everything piled up high on the dresser -- OY!! Not
on my agenda!
Jeff: oy
Deb: not sure yet -- you say main sewage line to a plumber and they
automatically grimace -- I'm going down to check now
Deb: ahhhhhhh, all done -- it was the laundry line -- HURRAY!! not much you
can do about it other than what we do. Kudos to BGE for getting here within 45
minutes -- HS!!
Deb: I'll let you know th cost in a minute --
Jeff Sweren: ok
Deb: 179.91
Deb: hey, better than having another technician come tomorrow
Jeff: what!
Deb: it's unbelievable how fast they came
Jeff: holy crap -- were there parts or just time?
Deb: that's with the 10% discount before you ask
Deb: where ya been baby? we haven't had service on anything for at least
2-years -- plumbers have gone up. It was 90.00 to walk thru the door!
Deb: he had to open up the pipe and then used the electric snake
Jeff: oy
Deb: deep cleansing breathes my loveL'Chaim!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Let the Taper Begin!
I can say without hesitation that the best part about running (such as it was) 20 miles in training for a marathon is that upon it's completion, the taper begins. Between now and May 4, just three short weeks, the longest run on the schedule is a "mere" 12 miles.
The weather for Saturday was kinda iffy. We had a nasty thunderstorm Friday night that had threatened to hold over until Saturday, but it wouldn't have mattered. There was no chance these feet were gonna see a treadmill on Saturday. It was all pavement for me, rain or shine.
The TnT group was scheduled to meet at 7:30, but with my eldest baseball game on the schedule for 10:45, I decided to get an advance start.
I arrived at the park at 6:15 hoping to get in 5-6 before the group run. At that point, the sun was just at the horizon, the air was cool, with a nice mid-50's breeze. I was off. I felt very strong early, and my 10:36 downhill first mile showed it, but that would not last. At 2 miles, I got to the mall, hoping that the Starbucks was open for a bathroom break. Unfortunately, coffee drinkers would need to head elsewhere and there was little life inside despite the 6:30 opening time on the door. No worries, I was headed back to the park where I knew a bathroom awaited. After a few intentional detours to increase the mileage, I was able get in about 5.5 miles including a run up the last hill, a 350 ft incline over half a mile.
Once the group got under way at 7:40 the sun was up and temps low about 60. Shortly after we started a brief rain shower hit, one of several to muddy up the course. As the miles ticked off, I was keeping an eye on my time, hoping to maintain an overall pace of 12 minutes/mile. If I could do that for the full 20, I'd be very confident in a better than 5:30 finish at Frederick. At 10 miles, I was a few minutes to the good of that pace with 10 to go. At 12, I lost the pace I was hoping for and was surprised to be struggling this early on. Still 8 miles to go. I ran most of the next 2 miles, but from there, it got pretty tough. I ran as much as I could, but at the last two miles, I had nothing left and walked almost the entire length at 17 minutes per mile.
Final tally: 20.00 miles -- 4:27:17 -- 13:22/mile pace.
So, it's done and despite the pace, I know there are some positives here:
The rest of the day was pretty much recovery. My feet hurt, but not a lot else. I ate. A lot. Dinner was burgers and veggies on the grill, baked potato and two ears of corn. Yeah, baby, a meal fit for a long run day.
Up until 8 this morning, I was thinking about a Sunday ride with my group. It's been pretty sparse since November, my last ride with them. Temps today were just in the upper 40's. My mind kept saying to go, but my body said otherwise. Just muscle aches in my lower extremities. Pretty much from my butt south. Not sure I'd make it a mile. Oh well.
The weather for Saturday was kinda iffy. We had a nasty thunderstorm Friday night that had threatened to hold over until Saturday, but it wouldn't have mattered. There was no chance these feet were gonna see a treadmill on Saturday. It was all pavement for me, rain or shine.
The TnT group was scheduled to meet at 7:30, but with my eldest baseball game on the schedule for 10:45, I decided to get an advance start.
I arrived at the park at 6:15 hoping to get in 5-6 before the group run. At that point, the sun was just at the horizon, the air was cool, with a nice mid-50's breeze. I was off. I felt very strong early, and my 10:36 downhill first mile showed it, but that would not last. At 2 miles, I got to the mall, hoping that the Starbucks was open for a bathroom break. Unfortunately, coffee drinkers would need to head elsewhere and there was little life inside despite the 6:30 opening time on the door. No worries, I was headed back to the park where I knew a bathroom awaited. After a few intentional detours to increase the mileage, I was able get in about 5.5 miles including a run up the last hill, a 350 ft incline over half a mile.
Once the group got under way at 7:40 the sun was up and temps low about 60. Shortly after we started a brief rain shower hit, one of several to muddy up the course. As the miles ticked off, I was keeping an eye on my time, hoping to maintain an overall pace of 12 minutes/mile. If I could do that for the full 20, I'd be very confident in a better than 5:30 finish at Frederick. At 10 miles, I was a few minutes to the good of that pace with 10 to go. At 12, I lost the pace I was hoping for and was surprised to be struggling this early on. Still 8 miles to go. I ran most of the next 2 miles, but from there, it got pretty tough. I ran as much as I could, but at the last two miles, I had nothing left and walked almost the entire length at 17 minutes per mile.
Final tally: 20.00 miles -- 4:27:17 -- 13:22/mile pace.
So, it's done and despite the pace, I know there are some positives here:
- I'm still not 100%. Lingering effects of the cold still kept me pretty snotty through the run. That should be gone soon.
- My ankle ailments seem like a distant memory. 20 consecutive miles with no pain.
- The course is not as hilly as the weekly runs, other than a few significant inclines between mile 16 and 18. Pretty much downhill from there.
- The design of the TNT runs have water stops every 2 miles. These become social calls, which is fine, but it's sometimes easy to relax here. I think I'll lose much less time walking through water stations at the marathon.
- If I had to, I could have gone another 6.2 miles. Not sure how fast, but in the midst of the race with the TNT coaches on the course pushing me along, I'd get it done.
The rest of the day was pretty much recovery. My feet hurt, but not a lot else. I ate. A lot. Dinner was burgers and veggies on the grill, baked potato and two ears of corn. Yeah, baby, a meal fit for a long run day.
Up until 8 this morning, I was thinking about a Sunday ride with my group. It's been pretty sparse since November, my last ride with them. Temps today were just in the upper 40's. My mind kept saying to go, but my body said otherwise. Just muscle aches in my lower extremities. Pretty much from my butt south. Not sure I'd make it a mile. Oh well.
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L'Chaim!
Friday, April 11, 2008
Dreadmill
For most of my running "career", such as it is, I have run on the treadmill. With about 800 miles in the last 21 months, at least 80% have been on the 'mill. I've written about my long runs in the low teens on the mill, all taken in stride. What could be bad -- a controlled environment, all the comforts of home or the gym, no potholes, etc., etc., etc.
I could go back and quote the comments that mostly read something like this: "Oh, my, 14 miles on a treadmill? More power to you!" And I thought "no biggie!"
Well, my friends, I have turned on my dear treadmill. After a few more outdoor runs last week, this weeks treadmill runs were painful. Well, maybe painful isn't the right word, but unfun. (Is that a word?) Tuesday's 10 miler did it to me. After a couple of miles, all I wanted was fresh air and pavement. At 5 am, though, I opted for the 'mill. Wednesday's 5 miler wasn't much better, the wishing just started earlier.
So what of my treadmill runs? Well, I think I'll use them as protection from the elements, but less so for all of the other conveniences.
I'm actually looking forward to hitting the pavement for 20 tomorrow. Up till now, I've spent the few days before each longer long run in nervous anticipation of the new mileage, but not this week. I'm ready to go tomorrow. Then the taper begins.
As for my treadmill . . . sorry to turn on you, old friend. I'm sure I'll see you some, but it's time for you to get your rest. I'll be back, but just for a short visit!
L'Chaim!
I could go back and quote the comments that mostly read something like this: "Oh, my, 14 miles on a treadmill? More power to you!" And I thought "no biggie!"
Well, my friends, I have turned on my dear treadmill. After a few more outdoor runs last week, this weeks treadmill runs were painful. Well, maybe painful isn't the right word, but unfun. (Is that a word?) Tuesday's 10 miler did it to me. After a couple of miles, all I wanted was fresh air and pavement. At 5 am, though, I opted for the 'mill. Wednesday's 5 miler wasn't much better, the wishing just started earlier.
So what of my treadmill runs? Well, I think I'll use them as protection from the elements, but less so for all of the other conveniences.
I'm actually looking forward to hitting the pavement for 20 tomorrow. Up till now, I've spent the few days before each longer long run in nervous anticipation of the new mileage, but not this week. I'm ready to go tomorrow. Then the taper begins.
As for my treadmill . . . sorry to turn on you, old friend. I'm sure I'll see you some, but it's time for you to get your rest. I'll be back, but just for a short visit!
L'Chaim!
Monday, April 7, 2008
The Big Week Ahead
First, a recap of March, just a bit late.
Hard to believe it but I ran 134.5 miles in March. Wow, that's a big number. Goes right nicely with 5.3 pounds lost. A great month, I'd say. Year to date totals of 287 miles and 7.9 pounds loss. I'm finally above the average mileage I'll need to hit 1,000 for the year.
I'm not sure what more I can say about last week. Just 11.6 miles with a training goal of 33. Before two weeks ago, I was pecking away at my training plan deficit. I had been running about 9 miles short, almost since the first week. No, there's nothing magical about getting all of the miles in, but given the sheer number on the plan, I really wanted to get it at in. Down by 34 now, that will be tough to make up. This week's plan is 40 miles, including a 20 miler on Saturday and then its 3 weeks of taper leading up to the big day, just 27 days away.
Without the exercise, the scale went up, too. Up 0.6 pounds to 234.2. With all the miles this week, I'm hoping to take that right back off.
Deb asked me the other day "what's next?" Good question. I realize that my success has been best when I've been training for a next event. I'm sure I'll pick up a couple of little ones over the summer, but maybe I do need to shoot for another big one in the fall. I'm determined to hold off until after Frederick to see what will be next.
Thank you all for the comments on my before and after pictures. I look at them and I'm totally amazed by the change. Was I really that big? Yes, I guess I was.
L'Chaim!
Hard to believe it but I ran 134.5 miles in March. Wow, that's a big number. Goes right nicely with 5.3 pounds lost. A great month, I'd say. Year to date totals of 287 miles and 7.9 pounds loss. I'm finally above the average mileage I'll need to hit 1,000 for the year.
I'm not sure what more I can say about last week. Just 11.6 miles with a training goal of 33. Before two weeks ago, I was pecking away at my training plan deficit. I had been running about 9 miles short, almost since the first week. No, there's nothing magical about getting all of the miles in, but given the sheer number on the plan, I really wanted to get it at in. Down by 34 now, that will be tough to make up. This week's plan is 40 miles, including a 20 miler on Saturday and then its 3 weeks of taper leading up to the big day, just 27 days away.
Without the exercise, the scale went up, too. Up 0.6 pounds to 234.2. With all the miles this week, I'm hoping to take that right back off.
Deb asked me the other day "what's next?" Good question. I realize that my success has been best when I've been training for a next event. I'm sure I'll pick up a couple of little ones over the summer, but maybe I do need to shoot for another big one in the fall. I'm determined to hold off until after Frederick to see what will be next.
Thank you all for the comments on my before and after pictures. I look at them and I'm totally amazed by the change. Was I really that big? Yes, I guess I was.
L'Chaim!
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Sick Days
It's been a sick kinda week. After getting back from New Orleans with grand plans to hit the running trail hard for a scheduled 33 mile week, a nasty head cold took over and squashed that endeavor.
Wednesday was my first run after New Orleans and what started out to be my sorta long run of 9 miles turned into 5 1/4, but I still had plenty of time to get in 9, 5 and 14 on Saturday.
WRONG!
Seems my body had other ideas. I woke up Thursday feeling like crap. Stuffy nose, headache and otherwise lethargic. No running Thursday. Friday was worse, but there was too much to do at the office. What I was hoping for an early day became a late day instead. Satruday's long run was out, too, but I finally started to clear my head yesterday afternoon.
Although I'm still stuffy and have a bit of a headache, I was determined to get out or on the treadmill today. Since we had no plans for the afternoon, why waste a perfectly good morning with a run. I got out for 6 1/3 good miles this afternoon. Not bad considering I was hoping to get in just 5. Even better, the miles were non-stop, a new long for me. Although the pace was a bit slower than I had hoped for, it was good to get it in.
The marathon is just 4 weeks from today and the week to come is scheduled for 40 miles, including a 20 miler on Saturday. If all goes well, I'll slip in an extra run tomorrow, a scheduled off day, to make up some of the lost miles from last week.
L'Chaim!
Wednesday was my first run after New Orleans and what started out to be my sorta long run of 9 miles turned into 5 1/4, but I still had plenty of time to get in 9, 5 and 14 on Saturday.
WRONG!
Seems my body had other ideas. I woke up Thursday feeling like crap. Stuffy nose, headache and otherwise lethargic. No running Thursday. Friday was worse, but there was too much to do at the office. What I was hoping for an early day became a late day instead. Satruday's long run was out, too, but I finally started to clear my head yesterday afternoon.
Although I'm still stuffy and have a bit of a headache, I was determined to get out or on the treadmill today. Since we had no plans for the afternoon, why waste a perfectly good morning with a run. I got out for 6 1/3 good miles this afternoon. Not bad considering I was hoping to get in just 5. Even better, the miles were non-stop, a new long for me. Although the pace was a bit slower than I had hoped for, it was good to get it in.
The marathon is just 4 weeks from today and the week to come is scheduled for 40 miles, including a 20 miler on Saturday. If all goes well, I'll slip in an extra run tomorrow, a scheduled off day, to make up some of the lost miles from last week.
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Before and After
A few weeks ago, Mike requested showing some before and after pictures. Finally getting around to digging some before pics up.
The next time we head to the Big Island, maybe it will be to check out Iron Man!
This picture was taken at my niece's bat mitzvah in January. (Photo credit to my niece's grandmother, Ann.)
One more -- March, 2006. Three holes in one on the 10th!
This picture was taken at the lava fields at Mt. Kilauea on the Big Island of Hawaii in March, 2004.
It's hard to believe that the guy at the left is/was me. I look at it now and barely recognize that guy. No wonder I put fear into fellow passengers on my flight as they realized they had to sit next to me.
This family shot is from the same trip.
This family shot is from the same trip.The next time we head to the Big Island, maybe it will be to check out Iron Man!
This picture was taken at my niece's bat mitzvah in January. (Photo credit to my niece's grandmother, Ann.)
Deb and the boys from the same event. (Photo credit, Ann.)
One more -- March, 2006. Three holes in one on the 10th!L'Chaim!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
New Orleans Jazzed
As an introduction, I'll say that the weekend was awesome. One of our best ever. It was great to get away for lots of grown up fun. We ate, we drank, we walked, we shopped, and some yada, yada, yada, too!I will probably include too much detail about our trip. If this sorta thing doesn't interest you, feel free to move along.
Eating Our Way Across TownI don't think there is a bad restaurant in the town. Whether it be a small dive or world class restaurant, the food is all good. I had decided that I wasn't going to worry too much about the diet this weekend and I followed through.
I wanted to take Deb to some of the places that I had enjoyed several years ago when I was down there with work doing post-Katrina recovery work.
On Thursday, we went to one of those places: Tujague's (pronounced two jack's.) The offer a pre-fixe meal that includes a shrimp appetizer, soup, brisket, a choice of four main courses and bread pudding with caramel sauce. The restaurant is almost 100 years old and I think some of the servers have been there that long. The meal is prepared creole style -- lots of sauces, a bit of spice, but not too much. The food was very good, but it's the experience there and you get to taste lots of different things. Desert? Oh, yeah, I more than tasted. Then I finished Deb's bread pudding.
On Friday, we took a trolley ride (picture of us on the trolley) up to the New Orleans Museum of Art. We figured out that in 13 years from dating to now, we had never been to an art museum. Well, it was about time.
After our visit to NOMA, we taxied to one of my favorite spots: Port of Call. This place is the perfect dive, but it serves the best burger I've ever had. One anomaly, too, no fries, just baked potatoes. (See picture of the uneaten meal above.)As you can see, I enjoyed my burger. There was nothing left on the plate when we were done.
On Saturday, we hit Cafe du Monde for coffee and beignets. What's a beignet? It's fried dough with powdered sugar on top. Now what's bad about that? Nothing! I'm not sure I could eat too many of these, but the one and a half I had were delicious.The rest of the weekend, we continued to dine well. Saturday dinner at Brightsen's was an awesome meal exceeded only by the best service we've ever had. I had the seafood platter that included one of just about every kind of seafood prepared in a different way. Couldn't resist desert of creme brulee. What a meal.
Sunday was highlighted with brunch at Commander's Palace. Another epicurean delight of a meal as we tasted all of their amazing soups, followed by eggs and finished up with their famous bread pudding casserole. The guitar player at the right played a song for us along with his trio right at our table. Very cool!
Did we really eat all of that? Yes, we did!
Running Round the Quarter
The running plan for the weekend was to get in a 4 mile short run and 12 long. We had built our schedule around the Saturday run and I figured to get the short in on Thursday afternoon or Friday.
Checking out the weather on Friday, it looked perfect for a run around the quarter. Mid-60's with lots of humidity. About 8:30, I headed out of the hotel toward the riverfront. There is a 1 mile paved path which was great for running. Lots of others out and about on the path. Once the path ran out, I headed north into the French Quarter. I'm pretty sure this was my first run through city streets. Very different animal than paved paths or even suburbia sidewalks. Lot of ups and downs, dodging people, dogs, cats, roadkill, potholes, beer trucks, bums, drunks, more potholes, cracks in the sidewalks, crack heads, more drunks, well, you get the idea. This was new to me. But it was one of the most enjoyable runs I've had. Traveling down Bourbon Street was cool. Jackson Square has four concentric circles that I ran through. I know some of the tourists walking though the square thought I was nuts running around these circles, but hey, it was there, had to be done. I finished up running round Harrah's casino searching for the dough I had lost on Thursday. No luck on that one.
In the end, 4 miles in an 11:53 average time. Not bad considering the terrain. You can see the split changes as I get further into the quarter.
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I had originally planned to run 12 on the streets of New Orleans and had mapped out a route. I figured that it would be better to do the treadmill run Saturday and the street run on Friday. The weather was iffy and I was a bit nervous about running far from our base to get the miles in. So this would not be my first long treadmill run.
I hit the treadmill about 10 am and immediately wondered how I'd get in 2 miles, not to mention 12. I started to suffer almost immediately. Seems my legs and the stomach had other plans. Might it have been the late night Friday night? Maybe it was the most unusual diet of high fats and proteins, rather than lots of health carbs. I dunno, but whatever it was, I wasn't feeling the treadmill love. I quickly started to figure out how many miles I'd let myself get away with, even if I had to walk. Four maybe? Oy! Not good.
After a couple of miles, I started to feel some hunger pangs. Hungary? Well, gee, I haven't eaten anything but a banana in more than 12 hours. How about an early gel. That seemed to do the trick. First time I've ever gotten a jolt that I could feel from any mid run nourishment.
Anyway, not to belabor, I finished 8 of the 12 and was happy to get that in.
I'm thinking that the 2-4 miles we walked a day more than made up for any shortage of running.
Rockin' the Quarter
In all the time I had spent in NOLA on business and on our two prior visits, we've seen very little live music. This trip would most definitely be different.
Friday was going to be music night. The concierge at the hotel recommended that we go see Kermit Ruffins. I've never heard of Kermit, but he said we wouldn't be disappointed. So, we had a plan.
We got to the club early. Very early. And waited until the 10:30 show got started at 11:15. The club was not too packed at that point, but as the music got started, the place filled up. We quickly figured out that this was going to be a special show for us. The music was up beat and Kermit added a sax player to jam with them for the evening. After about 15 minutes Deb said "who's idea was it to leave the camera back at the hotel?" She then repeated the question about every 10 minutes from there on. (I don't think she ever did figure out that it was a formerly fat guy guilty of the sin.)
There was an old guy in the crowd that must have been 90 if he was a day, dressed to the nines. He was out there on the dance floor the whole evening just enjoying the music. What luck -- we ran into him in Jackson Square the next day and he was more than receptive to having his picture taken.During the show, at one point, Kermit brings up James Winfield, "The Sleeping Giant" to sing. What a voice. He sang three songs. Shortly after that, he brought up a woman to sing. No idea what her name was but she was teriffic. Deb was in love with her "Killing Me Softly" rendition.
We stayed through the first set and into the second when us old folks needed to find a bed. What a night.
After brunch on Sunday, we headed off to Bourbon Street for more music and some adult beverages.
It was a really great afternoon. Deb and I spent time in four different bars, imbibing in each and enjoying the musical offerings. Deb is enjoying one of at least one "Hand Grenade" at right. I pretty much stuck to beer.
Other than drink, we heard jazz, rock, more jazz and more rock. Dinner? Well, we weren't too concerned about eating, but a slice of pizza did for me and a gyro for Deb did the trick. Perfect to absorb the alcohol in our bodies.
What else? I'm sure I'm missing a lot, like that we shared our hotel with the Lousiville Cardinals Women's Basketball Team, playing Univ. of NC in the sweet 16, but I've also shared plenty. We had a fantastic trip and will definitely go back. New Orleans is a great town with lots to do. Not exactly kid friendly, but hey, there's plenty of other time for kid stuff.
As we headed back to the airport, we have plenty of great memories and plans to work off the weekend we had enjoyed. Thank's for sticking with me for this ultra long post. Just think, this was just four days worth!
L'Chaim!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
I'm Baaaaaack!
Deb and I got back from New Orleans yesterday. What a great trip. We had a blast and I've got lots to write about that later.
For now, thought, just a few updates on the week that was -- just the normal stuff.
I got in 26.75 miles last week, which was 3.25 below plan. On Friday, I ran 4 miles through the French Quarter. It was a great run -- temps in the 60's, very humid and a bit overcast. It was pretty cool, though, to run through the streets and avoid the potholes. I was far from alone out there as I saw runners everywhere. Saturday was my planned 12 miler. I decided to pull this one inside since that is a long way to go in an unfamiliar city and once outside the Quarter, I'm just not sure how safe the neighborhoods are. I stepped on the treadmill and immediately felt sluggish and started to wonder how my eating over the two days before was impacting my running. A lot, I believe. I had a tough time just maintaining a 12 min mile pace and getting to 8 miles was a real struggle. Even though I was 4 miles short, we walked at least 2 miles a day, and probably as much a 4 on some days, so the exercise was there, just not the running.
When I stepped on the scale this morning, I was most surprised to see just a couple of pounds up. The good news is that using a 15-day average works to my benefit this week as the average actually dropped 0.7 lbs to 233.6, a total loss of 180.4. Now, I just need to get back on the wagon and remember that vacation is over.
I have lots to share about our trip, and pictures too! Will take a couple of days to get it posted. Stay tuned.
L'Chaim!
For now, thought, just a few updates on the week that was -- just the normal stuff.
I got in 26.75 miles last week, which was 3.25 below plan. On Friday, I ran 4 miles through the French Quarter. It was a great run -- temps in the 60's, very humid and a bit overcast. It was pretty cool, though, to run through the streets and avoid the potholes. I was far from alone out there as I saw runners everywhere. Saturday was my planned 12 miler. I decided to pull this one inside since that is a long way to go in an unfamiliar city and once outside the Quarter, I'm just not sure how safe the neighborhoods are. I stepped on the treadmill and immediately felt sluggish and started to wonder how my eating over the two days before was impacting my running. A lot, I believe. I had a tough time just maintaining a 12 min mile pace and getting to 8 miles was a real struggle. Even though I was 4 miles short, we walked at least 2 miles a day, and probably as much a 4 on some days, so the exercise was there, just not the running.
When I stepped on the scale this morning, I was most surprised to see just a couple of pounds up. The good news is that using a 15-day average works to my benefit this week as the average actually dropped 0.7 lbs to 233.6, a total loss of 180.4. Now, I just need to get back on the wagon and remember that vacation is over.
I have lots to share about our trip, and pictures too! Will take a couple of days to get it posted. Stay tuned.
L'Chaim!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
And We're Off. . .
This is a short week and trying to get everything in is tough.
Yesterday was a quick business trip to Boston and back. Today is my only day in the office. Deb and I leave early tomorrow for New Orleans for the weekend.
So far, I've been able to get a couple of runs in. 6 at home on Monday and 9 at the gym before work this morning. Looking forward to a 12 mile long run on Saturday through the French Quarter. Hope I'll be able to run right past those 2 for 1 beer signs on Bourbon Street!
What else will we do there? Eat. I don't think there is a bad restaurant in the city. There are a few that we're gonna try out from previous visits. We'll have to be careful not to let it all get away from us, but we'll be sure to have lots of fun, regardless. Looking forward to getting to a jazz club while we're there.
We come back Monday, just in time for opening day at the Orioles. It's an annual tradition that I go with my dad and brother. The way the O's have been playing the last few years, we also look forward to being tied for first place at least until the game is over.
Counting down to flight time. Have a great weekend, all. Full report next week.
L'Chaim!
Yesterday was a quick business trip to Boston and back. Today is my only day in the office. Deb and I leave early tomorrow for New Orleans for the weekend.
So far, I've been able to get a couple of runs in. 6 at home on Monday and 9 at the gym before work this morning. Looking forward to a 12 mile long run on Saturday through the French Quarter. Hope I'll be able to run right past those 2 for 1 beer signs on Bourbon Street!
What else will we do there? Eat. I don't think there is a bad restaurant in the city. There are a few that we're gonna try out from previous visits. We'll have to be careful not to let it all get away from us, but we'll be sure to have lots of fun, regardless. Looking forward to getting to a jazz club while we're there.
We come back Monday, just in time for opening day at the Orioles. It's an annual tradition that I go with my dad and brother. The way the O's have been playing the last few years, we also look forward to being tied for first place at least until the game is over.
Counting down to flight time. Have a great weekend, all. Full report next week.
L'Chaim!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Leftovers
A whole bunch of stuff to get through so I'll just pick up where I left off.
Saturday
The weather was iffy for the big run Saturday, but I couldn't fathom 18 miles on the treadmill. The weatherman was calling for a 50% chance of rain and temps in the upper 30's to get started. In order to get all the miles in and not keep one of the Team-In-Training coaches there until mid-afternoon, I hit the park early to get in 4 miles before the group arrived. As the sun came up, there was no sign of rain.
About 2 miles in, the local running club guys flew buy me, not even an acknowledgement to a fellow runner. Hrumph! As I finished my 4, the group was assembled for the morning introductions and instructions. One of the alum running with the group, Kelly, had run her first marathon 4 years ago and in her 11th, last weekend, she Boston Qualified. The coaches were very proud of her and it was exciting to see their excitement. Maybe in a few years, they'll be cheering for me!
Shortly after 8, we were off. I was feeling very strong and made it to the 4 mile point (8 miles total) in pretty good time. At that point, I started to run with one of the other runners at my pace doing 12 for the day. We were able to to keep each other paced pretty well at a 12 minute pace or so until we hit the worst of the hills.
I decided to run with her for the duration and then pick up the last mile and a half that I'd be short back at the park. As we approached the last hill, 2/3 mile uphill to the park, I started to feel some pain in my right big toe. I suspected a blister. We got to the park and parted ways and I was off to try to get in the rest of the mileage, but I didn't think it was worth trying to push it.
In the end, it was 16.65 miles in 3:30:56 running time, a 12:40 pace. It shows a bit slower than last week, but I'm sure my breaks (social water stops, that is) were shorter, so it's tough to compare.
I headed home and got in the tub. Soon after, I developed a charlie horse in my right inner thigh. OMG, that was painful. Tough part was getting out of the tub. Ultimately, it was short lived and I recovered pretty well through the rest of the day.
For the afternoon, we didn't do much. More accurately, I didn't do much. For dinner, we headed out to eat Mexican. I love Mexican, but it's tough to find much low carb or low fat there. On long run day, I'll eat it all. It was great.
Sunday
We didn't have much planned on Sunday until later in the day. I spent the morning working on taxes and catching up on blogging. We had tickets to go to a place called Medieval Times. The idea is a two hour show with dinner, medieval style. They tell you to get there early. The tickets say an hours and when I called, they said an hour and a half. "There's plenty to do!" Well, that's what they said.
I'll start by saying that the show and dinner were very good. There are knights, bad guys, kings, a prince and princess, jousting (Maryland's state sport -- bet you didn't know that!). The meal was also good -- served with no utensils. Half a baked chicken, one rib, and a bowl of soup. Service was good, too, once Deb begged our server to check for Diet Pepsi after he insisted three times that they had regular only. Amazing that he was able to track the diet down.
The issue I had was getting to the show. When you arrive, you are immediately bombarded with with every kind of huckstering known to man. The Disney folks could learn something from these guys. Before you get in, they take your picture. My kid walked up to a stockade for me to take a picture -- oh, no, the photographer will be right back. You can get knighted. Drinks? I bought three drinks -- two virgin, one not -- thirty-six bucks, plus tip. When we finally were allowed to go to our seats, there was a constant stream of hucksters walking around selling light sabers and flags and roses. You name it. It was worse than the circus. It was exhausting.
If you're still interested, you can find the link on your own. I'm not giving them a free ride.
Monday
Today, of course, is recap day.
33.9 miles of running -- a bit short of the target due to Saturday's run cut short, but still a lot of miles. Total miles for the month are now over 113, a new record for me, still with a week to go.
The scale was down today 1.6 pounds (15-day average) to 234.3. A new total loss of 179.7.
We spent the rest of the day doing errands and getting ready for school to get back in session tomorrow. (Yeay!)
Well, I'm sure you've heard more than enough from me. Looking forward to a short week as Deb and I are heading off on a grown up weekend in The Big Easy, where we plan to do lots of grown up stuff. Just 59 hours from now and we'll be on our flight, but who's counting.
L'Chaim!
Saturday
The weather was iffy for the big run Saturday, but I couldn't fathom 18 miles on the treadmill. The weatherman was calling for a 50% chance of rain and temps in the upper 30's to get started. In order to get all the miles in and not keep one of the Team-In-Training coaches there until mid-afternoon, I hit the park early to get in 4 miles before the group arrived. As the sun came up, there was no sign of rain.
About 2 miles in, the local running club guys flew buy me, not even an acknowledgement to a fellow runner. Hrumph! As I finished my 4, the group was assembled for the morning introductions and instructions. One of the alum running with the group, Kelly, had run her first marathon 4 years ago and in her 11th, last weekend, she Boston Qualified. The coaches were very proud of her and it was exciting to see their excitement. Maybe in a few years, they'll be cheering for me!
Shortly after 8, we were off. I was feeling very strong and made it to the 4 mile point (8 miles total) in pretty good time. At that point, I started to run with one of the other runners at my pace doing 12 for the day. We were able to to keep each other paced pretty well at a 12 minute pace or so until we hit the worst of the hills.
I decided to run with her for the duration and then pick up the last mile and a half that I'd be short back at the park. As we approached the last hill, 2/3 mile uphill to the park, I started to feel some pain in my right big toe. I suspected a blister. We got to the park and parted ways and I was off to try to get in the rest of the mileage, but I didn't think it was worth trying to push it.
In the end, it was 16.65 miles in 3:30:56 running time, a 12:40 pace. It shows a bit slower than last week, but I'm sure my breaks (social water stops, that is) were shorter, so it's tough to compare.
I headed home and got in the tub. Soon after, I developed a charlie horse in my right inner thigh. OMG, that was painful. Tough part was getting out of the tub. Ultimately, it was short lived and I recovered pretty well through the rest of the day.
For the afternoon, we didn't do much. More accurately, I didn't do much. For dinner, we headed out to eat Mexican. I love Mexican, but it's tough to find much low carb or low fat there. On long run day, I'll eat it all. It was great.
Sunday
We didn't have much planned on Sunday until later in the day. I spent the morning working on taxes and catching up on blogging. We had tickets to go to a place called Medieval Times. The idea is a two hour show with dinner, medieval style. They tell you to get there early. The tickets say an hours and when I called, they said an hour and a half. "There's plenty to do!" Well, that's what they said.
I'll start by saying that the show and dinner were very good. There are knights, bad guys, kings, a prince and princess, jousting (Maryland's state sport -- bet you didn't know that!). The meal was also good -- served with no utensils. Half a baked chicken, one rib, and a bowl of soup. Service was good, too, once Deb begged our server to check for Diet Pepsi after he insisted three times that they had regular only. Amazing that he was able to track the diet down.
The issue I had was getting to the show. When you arrive, you are immediately bombarded with with every kind of huckstering known to man. The Disney folks could learn something from these guys. Before you get in, they take your picture. My kid walked up to a stockade for me to take a picture -- oh, no, the photographer will be right back. You can get knighted. Drinks? I bought three drinks -- two virgin, one not -- thirty-six bucks, plus tip. When we finally were allowed to go to our seats, there was a constant stream of hucksters walking around selling light sabers and flags and roses. You name it. It was worse than the circus. It was exhausting.
If you're still interested, you can find the link on your own. I'm not giving them a free ride.
Monday
Today, of course, is recap day.
33.9 miles of running -- a bit short of the target due to Saturday's run cut short, but still a lot of miles. Total miles for the month are now over 113, a new record for me, still with a week to go.
The scale was down today 1.6 pounds (15-day average) to 234.3. A new total loss of 179.7.
We spent the rest of the day doing errands and getting ready for school to get back in session tomorrow. (Yeay!)
Well, I'm sure you've heard more than enough from me. Looking forward to a short week as Deb and I are heading off on a grown up weekend in The Big Easy, where we plan to do lots of grown up stuff. Just 59 hours from now and we'll be on our flight, but who's counting.
L'Chaim!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Propel Taste Test
I got an email about a week ago from a woman that works for the ad agency for Propel Fit Water. Immediately, it looked like more than just spam, it refereced very specific things from my blog. She had done some homework.
I have really struggled with the whole activity, beverage, gel, etc, calorie thing. What do you drink or eat, when do you do it, yada yada. My whole dieting life, I've thought Sugar=Bad and not much beyond that. Of course, I know more now, but it's still a struggle.
In her email, she said: "I wanted to share with you and your community some surprising information regarding the range of calories found in many vitamin enhanced waters. Propel contains 25 calories per 20 oz bottle while other vitamin enhanced waters can contain 125 calories per 20 oz bottle."
So, I didn't just ignore the note. Maybe I could learn something more here. After a few emails back and forth, she said she'd send me some Propel to try. Now, first I'm thinking she'll send me some coupons. I guess the coupon thing leaves too much wiggle room. No certainty that the prouct will ever make it into my hands. She was mailing them.
When I got home from my run on Thursday, Deb said that I had received a package from Fed Ex. Sure enough, the Propel folks had overnighted me some stuff. (I couldn't help but to think that there must be a better way to get this stuff to me rather than spending thirty bucks on FedEx, but who am I to complain.)
The sticker on the side of the box reads "Thirsty for something new? Look inside." Okay, I can follow instructions.
Inside the box are three bottles of Propel: Lemon, Grape and Kiwi-Strawberry. And, another box labeled "New" with a G2 logo. Wow, that's a lot of packaging! It sure looks pretty, though, don't you think? Couldn't wait to see the inside of the box.
I opened the box inside and there is a bottle of Gatorade (Lemon Lime) and G2 (Fruit Punch). There was also all kinds of information on the products themselves. Calories, when to use, stuff like that.
After my shower, I took the time to do the offical taste test of the Propel. (I skipped the Gatorade, since I find the lemon lime original flavor barely drinkable. The G2 is my preferred beverage and flavor as well.)
I was most skeptical of the lemon flavor. I don't like lemon in my water and always appreciate the when the server in a restaurant asks if I'd like it. I tried this first and was surprised to find that the flavor was mild, but sweet enough that it didn't leave the drink tart. Next up was the Grape. This flavor was strong, too sweet for me. The kiwi-strawberry was okay, but I'm not a strawberry guy.
All in all, I was surprised how light the drinks tasted. I expected a thicker taste, more like gatorade, but these were much different that I expected. For me, the lemon was best and with just 25 calories in a 20 oz bottle, it's low enough to get instead of a diet soda.
This morning, I did the taste test with the kids and Deb. We came out united -- like lemon best, grape the least (including one official "yuck!)
So there you have it for what it's worth.
L'Chaim!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Spring Break Part II
Friday was a pretty quiet day with a rest day scheduled for me. By mid-afternoon, it was time to get out with the kids.
Bowling is another acitivty that the kids ask about often. I had some free bowling coupons from Brunswick so we were off the bowl the big balls. We had a nice couple of games and I might have been convinced to bowl a third, if not for the constant back and forth to the arcade during the last 5 frames. In the second game, my eldest pulled off a two bumper strike early in the game and held me off until the last frame, when I managed a strike to pull ahead by a few pins.
We came home to Friday pasta night. With my long runs on Saturday, we've started this weekly tradtion to get the proper carb load for running.
Deb made a batch of chicken parm and a batch of eggplant parm. We all went to town. The eggplant was out of this world. Probably ate too much, too. I'm thinking she's got some I-talyin in her blood some where. Tasted just like Mama Mia!
The rest of the evening was spent watching the NCAA Tournament. No better sports entertainment, I'm sure of that. The numerous upsets coming out of the Tampa games kept me up WAY too late for long run Saturday.
L'Chaim!
Bowling is another acitivty that the kids ask about often. I had some free bowling coupons from Brunswick so we were off the bowl the big balls. We had a nice couple of games and I might have been convinced to bowl a third, if not for the constant back and forth to the arcade during the last 5 frames. In the second game, my eldest pulled off a two bumper strike early in the game and held me off until the last frame, when I managed a strike to pull ahead by a few pins.
We came home to Friday pasta night. With my long runs on Saturday, we've started this weekly tradtion to get the proper carb load for running.
Deb made a batch of chicken parm and a batch of eggplant parm. We all went to town. The eggplant was out of this world. Probably ate too much, too. I'm thinking she's got some I-talyin in her blood some where. Tasted just like Mama Mia!
The rest of the evening was spent watching the NCAA Tournament. No better sports entertainment, I'm sure of that. The numerous upsets coming out of the Tampa games kept me up WAY too late for long run Saturday.
L'Chaim!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Spring Break
The kids have been on spring break all week, so I took off a few days to hang around with them.
On Thursday, after deciding that sleep would be more enjoyable than getting my morning run it, I got the privilege of taking the boys to the dentist. For some reason, Deb was most excited about my opportunity to handle this activity solo. It was pretty uneventful, other than my little one fearing the application of fluoride. Kept trying to get out of the chair. Otherwise, they did great. The hygienist even said my older one's teeth looked better than they had. Of course, more flossing and brushing for both would be good.
From there, we began one of several "yes" activities. What's a "yes" activity? Well, it's one of those things that the kids ask if we can do that Deb and I are constantly say "no" to, or maybe lying with a "maybe" when we know in our mind that maybe=no. (I think that's a parental prerogative, isn't it? I figured out when I was like 12 that maybe never meant maybe yes, it always turned out to be maybe no.)
Anyway, our "yes" activity for Thursday was a trip to Dave and Busters. If you've never been to a D&B's, it's a bar, restaurant and huge arcade, designed to separate parents from their wallets. On this particular day, the NCAA Basketball Tourney was set to start and one of the local sports talk shows was broadcasting live from the restaurant/bar in front of their giant tv's. I listen to The Mark Viviano Show pretty regularly when I'm at lunch, but my kid's had no clue who they were. Mark's sidekick is nicknamed "The Bulldog" and my eldest happened to be wearing a Georgia Bulldog ball cap. I was amazed that he went up and talked to Bulldog during a commercial break. After he came back to our table, Bulldog called him back up and handed him a tourney bracket to fill out. If Stanford makes it to the championship game, my kid's a sure winner!
After a healthy lunch of chicken fingers and cheese burgers, it was off to the arcade. The hardest part for dear old dad was to keep track of both kids heading off in separate directions. I think I logged 2 miles of walking just looking for one, then the other. Finally, after an hour or so, their "Power Cards" were used and it was shopping time. I was able to convince the kids to save their points for the next visit. This, however, is good news/bad news. Good news is there is no added plastic crap for them to leave around the house, today. Bad news is I'm committed to taking them back. I'm sure something will come up when bribery is in order to take them back. (Or, wait a minute, maybe I can con my folks to taking them there. Hmm, great idea! Better keep that one to myself.)
Next was an unscheduled loop around the mall. I saw a deal in the Bass outlet and the kids were amazingly behaved as I tried on shoes and walked out with a couple of pretty nice pair for a great deal. From there we came upon their new favorite store, Five Below. Now, I hate Five Below. Personally, I think it's a scam. The have all the stuff that a dollar store has and sells for a buck and they can charge two or three. Yes, I suppose that there are some deals, but just start adding up all the $5's. So dad "yessed" to Five Below. I gave them each five bucks and told them to enjoy. And they did.
Finally done with Arundel Mills mall, we were off to the next "yes" location: Rita's Italian Ice. Rita's was running a first day of spring free ice promotion, so not too much convincing was needed. Just a "no" to the upgrade that the kids requested, but hey, they still got their treat.
Off to home, at last, where Deb's peaceful day was about to come to an end. She suggested that I go get in my 5 miles. Temps were in the low 50's, perfect for a rare neighborhood run.
After getting geared up, I headed out the door and into the wind. Yeah, didn't realize what a stiff wind was blowing until I headed right up the street directly into it. Made for a very slow uphill start. I was surprised to see my first mile at 11:14, a pretty good pace for me considering the uphill and the winds. As I continued around the 'hood, my times looked very strong. I knew when I hit the driveway with 5.01 miles in under 55 minutes, I'd finally broken through the 11 minute/mile barrier. In addition, this is the farthest I'd ever run non-stop. Not a single walk break. I walked into the house and announced to Deb that "I rocked!"
On Thursday, after deciding that sleep would be more enjoyable than getting my morning run it, I got the privilege of taking the boys to the dentist. For some reason, Deb was most excited about my opportunity to handle this activity solo. It was pretty uneventful, other than my little one fearing the application of fluoride. Kept trying to get out of the chair. Otherwise, they did great. The hygienist even said my older one's teeth looked better than they had. Of course, more flossing and brushing for both would be good.
From there, we began one of several "yes" activities. What's a "yes" activity? Well, it's one of those things that the kids ask if we can do that Deb and I are constantly say "no" to, or maybe lying with a "maybe" when we know in our mind that maybe=no. (I think that's a parental prerogative, isn't it? I figured out when I was like 12 that maybe never meant maybe yes, it always turned out to be maybe no.)
Anyway, our "yes" activity for Thursday was a trip to Dave and Busters. If you've never been to a D&B's, it's a bar, restaurant and huge arcade, designed to separate parents from their wallets. On this particular day, the NCAA Basketball Tourney was set to start and one of the local sports talk shows was broadcasting live from the restaurant/bar in front of their giant tv's. I listen to The Mark Viviano Show pretty regularly when I'm at lunch, but my kid's had no clue who they were. Mark's sidekick is nicknamed "The Bulldog" and my eldest happened to be wearing a Georgia Bulldog ball cap. I was amazed that he went up and talked to Bulldog during a commercial break. After he came back to our table, Bulldog called him back up and handed him a tourney bracket to fill out. If Stanford makes it to the championship game, my kid's a sure winner!
After a healthy lunch of chicken fingers and cheese burgers, it was off to the arcade. The hardest part for dear old dad was to keep track of both kids heading off in separate directions. I think I logged 2 miles of walking just looking for one, then the other. Finally, after an hour or so, their "Power Cards" were used and it was shopping time. I was able to convince the kids to save their points for the next visit. This, however, is good news/bad news. Good news is there is no added plastic crap for them to leave around the house, today. Bad news is I'm committed to taking them back. I'm sure something will come up when bribery is in order to take them back. (Or, wait a minute, maybe I can con my folks to taking them there. Hmm, great idea! Better keep that one to myself.)
Next was an unscheduled loop around the mall. I saw a deal in the Bass outlet and the kids were amazingly behaved as I tried on shoes and walked out with a couple of pretty nice pair for a great deal. From there we came upon their new favorite store, Five Below. Now, I hate Five Below. Personally, I think it's a scam. The have all the stuff that a dollar store has and sells for a buck and they can charge two or three. Yes, I suppose that there are some deals, but just start adding up all the $5's. So dad "yessed" to Five Below. I gave them each five bucks and told them to enjoy. And they did.
Finally done with Arundel Mills mall, we were off to the next "yes" location: Rita's Italian Ice. Rita's was running a first day of spring free ice promotion, so not too much convincing was needed. Just a "no" to the upgrade that the kids requested, but hey, they still got their treat.
Off to home, at last, where Deb's peaceful day was about to come to an end. She suggested that I go get in my 5 miles. Temps were in the low 50's, perfect for a rare neighborhood run.
After getting geared up, I headed out the door and into the wind. Yeah, didn't realize what a stiff wind was blowing until I headed right up the street directly into it. Made for a very slow uphill start. I was surprised to see my first mile at 11:14, a pretty good pace for me considering the uphill and the winds. As I continued around the 'hood, my times looked very strong. I knew when I hit the driveway with 5.01 miles in under 55 minutes, I'd finally broken through the 11 minute/mile barrier. In addition, this is the farthest I'd ever run non-stop. Not a single walk break. I walked into the house and announced to Deb that "I rocked!"
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It was a great run with splits of 11:14, 10:43, 10:38, 10:55 and 10:41. I was totally jazzed. Finnaly broke through that wall on the street runs with negative splits and all.
I finished the day with a bit of a "yes" for me. I joined my brother and some of his friends to celebrate his 41st birthday at Ruth's Chris for much wine and red meat. Not a bad topper to a most busy day.
Well, that was enough for one day, I think. More from Spring Break to come.
L'Chaim!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Big Week Done, Big Week to Come
Big mileage numbers this week as I ran almost 33 miles including Saturday's 16 miler. I am amazed how quickly the miles are adding up, but I must admit, I am feeling fatigued today. Woke up early to hit the treadmill and never made it out of the house. Right now, I'm in the meat of the training plan with the second of five consecutive 30 mile weeks on tap this week.
Those miles, along with one spin class and control over my eating led me to a loss this week of 2.0 pounds, down to 235.9. A total loss of 178.1 pounds. I'd like to think that I can continue these losses right up until the big race to get into the 220's.
I'm really missing the other activities that I was doing. Just one spin last week. I'd like to do more. No weights. I need to do more. 33 miles is just 6 hours of running (assuming I kept an 11 minute pace, which I did not), but add in the early hours, the travel to and from the gym and it adds up. As the weather gets better, I know I'm gonna want to be on my bike.
What's on tap this week -- just 35 miles, including 18 on Saturday.
C'mon, May 4 -- Just 48 days and counting!
L'Chaim!
Those miles, along with one spin class and control over my eating led me to a loss this week of 2.0 pounds, down to 235.9. A total loss of 178.1 pounds. I'd like to think that I can continue these losses right up until the big race to get into the 220's.
I'm really missing the other activities that I was doing. Just one spin last week. I'd like to do more. No weights. I need to do more. 33 miles is just 6 hours of running (assuming I kept an 11 minute pace, which I did not), but add in the early hours, the travel to and from the gym and it adds up. As the weather gets better, I know I'm gonna want to be on my bike.
What's on tap this week -- just 35 miles, including 18 on Saturday.
C'mon, May 4 -- Just 48 days and counting!
L'Chaim!
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