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Sick and quick

Thursday, March 12th, 2015

I am a huge proponent of the concept of listening to your body. If your body says don’t do something you probably shouldn’t. This goes against the nike logic of “just do it” and listening to your body has the potential to keep one from doing what they should and want to do. Our bodies and minds should be the best indicator of whether or not we should or can do something. Our bodies and minds should know better about most things than any doctor, real or googled. If only we’d just listen.

So today I woke up from a crumby night’s sleep after an evening when I overate late with the feeling of a cold’s onset squeezing my head like a dog’s squeaky toy. I hadn’t run yesterday and I didn’t want to start falling into the pattern that I have been of late of missing several days, then weeks, then… in a row. So against my better judgement, with my body saying don’t run and head throbbing from sinus pressure, I geared up and walked out the door to hit the streets. How does this jive with my emphasis on listening to my body? Doesn’t. At all. Obviously the decision to run was a blatant slap in the face of my exercise/health philosophy. But my desire to run had won out. Valid mind and body arguments to take it easy be damned! So I decided to embrace the fool-hardy nature of pushing my body and just go with it. What the hell, a slow sloggy run would at least amount to something good. If I took it easy on my run, then maybe the destruction I would wrought wouldn’t be so bad. I had some good arguments in mind as I took those first initial steps along my route.

The first thing I should say is that it was a beautiful day out. The kind of day that has no place in the Pacific NW in early March. The kind of day that we and the region will be paying for this summer when the droughts hit from no winter rain/snow. But for the moment (and aren’t we all supposed to live in the moment? Who cares if it rocks right now?) So embracing the now and ignoring the future I relished the warmth and soon stripped off my jacket after the first mile or so. My pace at the start of the run felt ok. Nothing great but it certainly didn’t feel “sloggy” (whatever that is?) I took a peak at my watch and it said I was clipping along at 9:15 pace! WTF? I am supposed to feel crappy. Why am I moving so well? I thought it was an anomaly, perhaps brought on by the slight downward slope into East Moreland. Then my first mile past and I got notice from the watch that I had done it at 9:36. Huh? Second mile came through even quicker as I was now embracing my quickness rather than a potential bonk, 9:18. Damn, I was cooking, so I just kept it up. Third mile – 9:18 again. Consistency seemed to now be the word of the day. Great, but my fourth mile was coming up, a normally slower paced portion of my normal route due to some twists and turns, exhaustion and unaware students at reed. All I had to do was keep it up until the hill out of the reed campus and up to Woodstock. I had decided that would walk that as I have been prone to do of late. I hit the hill portion with a few tenths to go before I hit a mile marker to check my pace and what did I see?



After the walk up the hill I just had to crush the final mile. The first portion of it was up hill and the watch said I was on track for an 11 minute mile. While I would certainly come in under 10 (first time in awhile) I really wanted better, so I pushed it. It didn’t take long before my avg pace dipped below 10, then below 9:30. And as I made my way through Woodstock Park and the fifth mile clocked I was at 9:14. Wow. The last quarter mile back to the house dropped me even further overall as I managed a 8:21 pace (didn’t seem like I was trying that hard, I just mostly wanted to get home). Overall for the day, a 2015 PR on 10k(ish) of 48:18 with an avg pace of 9:20.

All I have to say is that today my mind and body listened to me instead of the other way around. I had no idea I was speaking so loudly.

5k on 3 hours sleep

Sunday, September 25th, 2011

Saturday was race day and I really shouldn’t have been there. The night before my new band had a big gig at Doug Fir, a local venue here is Portland. We did really well and stayed for the main attraction. I got home late and was up even later getting to bed at 3 at which point I decided to shut off my alarm and bag the run. A cat fight outside my window at the same time of my shut-off alarm woke me anyway so I decided I could do the race. So I dragged myself out of bed, guzzled some coffee and a 5-hour energy drink and away I went. I was still in a haze after the previous night’s fun, but I made it.

The good thing about the race is that it was a 5k and my first 5k ever so I was destined to set a PR. I have always shied away from the shorter faster 5k races as I am more about the long slow distance. But I thought a fast run would be fun and I was looking forward to the challenge. I placed myself towards the rear of the starting pack as I knew I wouldn’t be too fast. Big mistake, it was a really slow crowd. I spent the first mile or so getting past slow runners and walkers and I noticed a guy sticking right on my heels the whole way. During the second mile or so we went back and forth taking turns doing the pacing. I figured I’d take him on the hills, but as it turned out he had been doing hill training and we stayed neck and neck. On the last mile he crept up on me again and I told him “I see you there!” We high-fived and powered up the last hill. The last stretch of a couple blocks to the end I said “OK let’s go!” and we sprinted to the finish. I just beat him out by a hair! It was really nice to make a race friend! We hung out and chatted and waited for his wife to finish up before going to out pancake breakfast.

I am really glad I made it to the run, but a little bummed cause I missed a friends b-day party after. The sleep I had instead was really needed and today I have a concert to play for my swing band. I’m sure that will be better on rest!