Same blog, new name, new home
For those who are fascinated (or perhaps only mildly curious) about such things, I've moved here.
Running to embrace those awkward silences.
For those who are fascinated (or perhaps only mildly curious) about such things, I've moved here.
That wasn't the way I wanted to end seven months of training for a goal race, but sometimes we don't get what we ordered. It's been a pretty flawless training cycle up until the last few weeks, when lower back fatigue finally set in and hampered my ability to finish some of my longest runs.
This feels like a good time for an Internet break. I'll go online a few minutes a day to check e-mail, but that's about it.
In terms of aerobic fitness, there is no question I am peaking at about the right time for this race. I reeled off three six mile-runs Tuesday through Thursday last week that started smooth and effortless and stayed that way, no matter how much I increased my pace. If I can stay healthy through the taper, I am feeling very confident about my chances of being successful at Bandera.
Perhaps the genius of ultra-running is its supreme lack of utility. It makes no sense in a world of space ships and supercomputers to run long distances on foot … But ultra runners understand, perhaps better than anyone, that the doors to the spirit will swing open with physical effort.
Just five of us for Monday Night at the Zendo last night. Valerie mentioned how much she had been looking forward to Monday night all last week and I said, “It’s sort of like touching home base during a ferocious game of tag,” which made the others laugh. But sometimes, especially weeks where I haven’t been able to find as much time to sit on my own as I would like, Monday Night at the Zendo really does feel that way. It wasn’t until the third and final sit of the evening that I began to feel my thoughts rise and fall on their own, coming and going as easily as my breath. That’s always such a nice place to get to, if and when I finally make it there.
The two primary goals for last week’s training were (1) nursing my lower back to health and (2) running the Dallas White Rock Marathon as part of a double-dip long run weekend. For my back, I took a couple of extra days off, cancelled my two strength training sessions, cut mileage for the days I did run, and made time for a number of heat treatments. All of this seemed to be working well by late in the week, but the real test was going to be during the weekend.