just lurking the last few weeks as i’ve been consumed with grading, the end of the h.s. x-c season, and, of all things, running. now on thanksgiving break i’ll make up for it with this lengthy post--read or don’t read at your leisure...
i managed 60+ miles/week all of november, with 70+ the last two weeks--lots of double days and some pretty decent weekly long runs of 10-14 miles. after my poor showing at the 5k x-c race in october, i figured i can whine about my lack of fitness post-injury, or i can at least try doing something about it. i still feel like i’ll run out of time before clubs in two weeks to achieve anything close to peak fitness, but at least i can go to the race with the satisfaction that i’ve made the most of my time (within the parameters of still having a job/life) over the last 6 weeks or so. in the midst of these 70-mile weeks, i managed some decent “tracing” efforts (a non-quantifiable mix of training and race efforts): a 33:59 “10k” effort (the course was probably about a minute short at my pace, closer to a 5:40 effort pacewise) in early november, and a 16:57 5k turkey trot yesterday in the pouring rain. they ended up starting the race around 7 minutes early because of the rain and socal-cold temps (around 45 degrees), so by the time i got to the start most everyone was gone. the volunteers were there just telling people to make sure runners starting went over the timing mats so we’d get a chip-time at least. my effort was essentially a solo run with no regard for tangents as i had to run outside of the jog strollers, walkers, and leashed dogs over much of the first mile, even coming to almost a complete stop as younger kids were darting all over the course. i’d imagine i was closer to a 5:20 pace effort than the stated 5:27…
regarding the earlier discussion on poorly managed/measured road races: i never worry too much about it, even though i have that right given the price of some of these events. here in socal where you can find close to a dozen road races every weekend, i suppose the odds are that most will be mis-managed to some degree. i don’t even worry about all my garmined-teammates who will update the distances anyway--i knew my 10k time was about a minute faster than my effort before my teammate (who finished 10 seconds behind me) confirmed it. but i probably have a better sense of pace/effort than most, and i’m generally pretty bad at self-delusion (at least with running)...
regarding motivation: a support system for me has been essential (from family, to teammates, to even small-niche message board threads). recently, the prospect of a pete magill comeback (now aborted) motivated me to crosstrain with more rigor than ever this summer while hurt, as we thought the two of us could possibly help our 40s team at clubs. the fact that my kids were all runners in high school, and two running in college, kept me motivated. and the fact that my wife runs helps too. i’m not sure i agree with track-historian-extraordinaire MF with the embarrassment factor, other than it may factor into how hard you train (sometimes i broach this question when i’m working my ass off for times that used to be my easy paces) given the diminished reward. i assume there’d be a litany of reasons of which combinations of some or all apply to those of our brethren no longer toeing the line, and i won’t risk judgment since they could just as easily charge us with being “hanger-on-syndromers” foolishly and futilely trying to relive our glory days.
to some degree, i’d have to plead guilty as charged. but it’s not for the reasons “they” may think; instead, it’s for reasons i assume most of us on this thread already know, and why we come back here for reminders lest we forget. the paths of least resistance in any field are tempting, and it becomes easy to forget the risk-reward reciprocation from the work we put in. when the consequences of doing nothing (or very little) are minimal, and, being stretched out over time, not always explicit, and you’re surrounded by a majority who is doing essentially the same, doing nothing (or very little) becomes almost automatic. for myself, i’m not seeking the “glory days” that age group victories can never duplicate anyway; i’m simply reveling in the long-term endorphins that come with goal-setting and the process of achieving said goals, and i’m reveling in the daily endorphins produced with daily activity. that almost indefinable feeling we got in our youth--yeah, our glory days--from not only winning a race or just finishing a hard workout, we get to feel weekly, and sometimes for me even daily. who wouldn’t want to feel that? in fact, if you still have the ability to “feel that,” it almost seems criminal to me to not get out the door, or as pre would call it, “wasting the gift”...
hope to see some of you at clubs and in san diego in january, and as always,
carpe crepusculum,
cush