...I was thinking this same thought while I was doing a workout on Tuesday. "Man I am feeling really good". I was running 6 x800 and was hitting them around 2:33. I was taking about two minutes of rest and was feeling it. It was a good feeling. Then later that night I found out I could run the half marathon on Saturday and was ready to go run it and go for a fast time. Then later that night, I woke up at 1:30 and felt awful.
I hadn't felt this bad since I had the flu in December. I thought maybe I could pass through this and be in the clear by 5 and then go out for my run. That didn't happen. I felt worse as the minutes passed. I ended up sleeping in the bathroom for a couple minutes. The cold tiles on the floor made me put towels down and sleep on them. Finally I went back to bed. I stayed in bed, but felt awful. I then knew it was about to hit. I went back in the bathroom and then dry heaved or wet heaved. Oh if this is it I will be somewhat displeased. And then full release. A tannish mixture with spaghetti noodles evacuating rather violently. I was feeling the effects of food poison. I had to believe it was the food that I had that evening. A chicken and pasta pre-made Harris Teeter meal. And with that I was done.
I made it to work and felt better (but a slightly exaggerated term) as the day went on. I got home around 4:30 and was debating whether to run, and realized that it would be an awful idea and went to bed to take a two hour nap. The next day I waited to the afternoon to run. I went out about a half mile and realized that this wouldn't be a good idea.
It wasn't until Friday that I ran 8 miles where I was feeling better. I'm still not feeling 100%, but at least I don't have that pit in my stomach feel anymore.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
B-Mac the clown: St. Patrick's Day 8k
...for the past couple days I've been thinking about something that has really gotten to the forefront of my head. It's something that has really consumed my thoughts when I'm not daydreaming, when I'm lying in bed about to go to sleep, it's something that pops up and I express it those around me. My co-teacher even said it was something that I had been thinking about, because it was the first thing I said to her. And it has been something that I have been thinking about for the past four days. It's something that I have to say, I have to be 100% sure. And right now I'm not 100% sure. I'm more like 80% sure. And that's not good enough. It's something where it's 100% or not.
It's also one of those things that I can't really say on this blog what it is, due to it's nature. It's something that I would be loathed to write about it in an email. It's something that I wouldn't even think about sending a text about it or writing about it on a direct message on twitter or facebook. Honestly the only way I would talk to someone about it, from the outside world, is through face to face contact or over the phone. It's one of those things where the slightest trepidation could result in dire consequences either way. If I'm right and wait then it's on me. If I'm wrong then I've shattered the illusion of normalcy. It's not a thing where you can hedge it. My gut is telling me what I hope is not the truth. I'll talk to someone that can do more about it tomorrow.
And then it got me thinking to something else I was talking to my co-teacher about, and that was Joe Paterno. I honestly believe that he was full of it from the beginning. Coming as a former coach, you should know, that all coaches have some sort of psychopathic symptoms. We strive for something that is unattainable but you still fight for it. It's a quest for perfection. Everything running in the right direction. I had a team that had an individual state champion, a top ten finish in a track championship, a third place relay team, and I was still miserable and thinking about what else I could have done. And going back to JoePa and the dereliction of his duty, not as a coach, but as a human being. It's one of those things where you wonder what you would do in the moment. Granted he did what he was suppose to. But it was the bare minimum. Being in a situation, I don't want to look back in a couple months and regretfully think, why did I do that?
...oh pardon me. Were you thinking that this was going to be like all the other blog posts, the status updates, the jokes that I tell. And that's the problem that one enters. I was reading a profile on the Newtown shooter and it got me thinking, all the people that were being interviewed about him had only meet him for a brief moment. Imagine that your life was summed up by someone that you talked to for five minutes. It's the projections that we give out to people. It's how we want people to see us. The insecurity, the whatever we call it, we don't really want people to truly see how we are. Nobody knows us except for ourselves. It's the projection that we put out and become comfortable with. It's one of those thing that we do to ourselves. That's what happens. You tell crass sophomoric jokes enough, you get stuck with a label that defines you. No matter if this is how you truly are. You become it. That's what happens. No matter if that is really the true personality. It's something that we put up with, because it's the only way we know how.
-the happiest clown with the biggest frown.
...now for the race recap
I would say the highlight of my Saturday was:
a) writing lesson plans
b) finishing my laundry
c) turning my ottoman chair sideways into a makeshift couch.
I'm going to say it was c, because not having a couch is one of the glaring holes in my apartment.
You know what else, daylight savings can eat a hog. I truly love having an extra hour of sunlight, but the morning felt like I was walking on a barren alien planet. Where am I? Why is it so dark now?
I hopped on the metro, got my packet, and stood around like I knew what was going on, when in reality that's not true. I ended up spotting Megan Needlo in Freedom Plaza. She was with her parents who were visiting DC. She looked at how I was dressed, in my grunge skateboard shorts and a try sports long sleeve shirt, and was wondering if I was going to run the race. Once again I do not look like someone who runs or maybe I should quote Jay Cutler for this "DOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNN'TTTT CAAAAARRRREEEEE".
I did my warm up at 8:10 and did the first mile of the course. I really wasn't feeling that great. My legs were a bit heavy, but anyway I was going to give it my go. The gun went off and I wasn't feeling awesome. The pace was face and I wasn't feeling awesome. I would say at the .75 mark of the first mile, my right shoelace came untied and I wasn't feeling awesome.
I hit the first mile in 5:18. Eh it was ok. I wasn't really running with anyone. At this point in the race my right shin was absolutely killing me. If this was a long race, like a marathon I would seriously consider pulling out. It was painful the entire time. I would say that it effected me and my time.
Now here is something that grinds my gear. Either my garmin measured the second mile off or it was off. My garmin measured at .94. I looked at the Jingle All the Way race and the second mile was measured at .98 so it is off. Anyway that mile was clicked at 5:08 for .94. Then the third mile was measured at 1.04 and in 5:37.
At this point my shin was killing me. I got passed by the first place woman and three guys. It was haunting not to have much. Also at this point my left shoelace came untied. Both shoes untied. Typical. The fourth mile was measured in 1.03 and I clicked 5:46. Then I hit the last mile and got some dignity and pulled in with a 5:26 and finished in 27:18. My second fastest 8k and 1 second faster than what I ran at the beginning of the September. There is room for improvement. There is room for new flats. I thought that maybe the pain I have been having in my shins when I race was not doing hard workouts on the road, but that's not the case now. Probably has to be due to the fact that these shoes are worn down and three or four years old.
Here are some pictures from the race:
It's also one of those things that I can't really say on this blog what it is, due to it's nature. It's something that I would be loathed to write about it in an email. It's something that I wouldn't even think about sending a text about it or writing about it on a direct message on twitter or facebook. Honestly the only way I would talk to someone about it, from the outside world, is through face to face contact or over the phone. It's one of those things where the slightest trepidation could result in dire consequences either way. If I'm right and wait then it's on me. If I'm wrong then I've shattered the illusion of normalcy. It's not a thing where you can hedge it. My gut is telling me what I hope is not the truth. I'll talk to someone that can do more about it tomorrow.
And then it got me thinking to something else I was talking to my co-teacher about, and that was Joe Paterno. I honestly believe that he was full of it from the beginning. Coming as a former coach, you should know, that all coaches have some sort of psychopathic symptoms. We strive for something that is unattainable but you still fight for it. It's a quest for perfection. Everything running in the right direction. I had a team that had an individual state champion, a top ten finish in a track championship, a third place relay team, and I was still miserable and thinking about what else I could have done. And going back to JoePa and the dereliction of his duty, not as a coach, but as a human being. It's one of those things where you wonder what you would do in the moment. Granted he did what he was suppose to. But it was the bare minimum. Being in a situation, I don't want to look back in a couple months and regretfully think, why did I do that?
...oh pardon me. Were you thinking that this was going to be like all the other blog posts, the status updates, the jokes that I tell. And that's the problem that one enters. I was reading a profile on the Newtown shooter and it got me thinking, all the people that were being interviewed about him had only meet him for a brief moment. Imagine that your life was summed up by someone that you talked to for five minutes. It's the projections that we give out to people. It's how we want people to see us. The insecurity, the whatever we call it, we don't really want people to truly see how we are. Nobody knows us except for ourselves. It's the projection that we put out and become comfortable with. It's one of those thing that we do to ourselves. That's what happens. You tell crass sophomoric jokes enough, you get stuck with a label that defines you. No matter if this is how you truly are. You become it. That's what happens. No matter if that is really the true personality. It's something that we put up with, because it's the only way we know how.
-the happiest clown with the biggest frown.
...now for the race recap
I would say the highlight of my Saturday was:
a) writing lesson plans
b) finishing my laundry
c) turning my ottoman chair sideways into a makeshift couch.
I'm going to say it was c, because not having a couch is one of the glaring holes in my apartment.
You know what else, daylight savings can eat a hog. I truly love having an extra hour of sunlight, but the morning felt like I was walking on a barren alien planet. Where am I? Why is it so dark now?
I hopped on the metro, got my packet, and stood around like I knew what was going on, when in reality that's not true. I ended up spotting Megan Needlo in Freedom Plaza. She was with her parents who were visiting DC. She looked at how I was dressed, in my grunge skateboard shorts and a try sports long sleeve shirt, and was wondering if I was going to run the race. Once again I do not look like someone who runs or maybe I should quote Jay Cutler for this "DOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNN'TTTT CAAAAARRRREEEEE".
I did my warm up at 8:10 and did the first mile of the course. I really wasn't feeling that great. My legs were a bit heavy, but anyway I was going to give it my go. The gun went off and I wasn't feeling awesome. The pace was face and I wasn't feeling awesome. I would say at the .75 mark of the first mile, my right shoelace came untied and I wasn't feeling awesome.
I hit the first mile in 5:18. Eh it was ok. I wasn't really running with anyone. At this point in the race my right shin was absolutely killing me. If this was a long race, like a marathon I would seriously consider pulling out. It was painful the entire time. I would say that it effected me and my time.
Now here is something that grinds my gear. Either my garmin measured the second mile off or it was off. My garmin measured at .94. I looked at the Jingle All the Way race and the second mile was measured at .98 so it is off. Anyway that mile was clicked at 5:08 for .94. Then the third mile was measured at 1.04 and in 5:37.
At this point my shin was killing me. I got passed by the first place woman and three guys. It was haunting not to have much. Also at this point my left shoelace came untied. Both shoes untied. Typical. The fourth mile was measured in 1.03 and I clicked 5:46. Then I hit the last mile and got some dignity and pulled in with a 5:26 and finished in 27:18. My second fastest 8k and 1 second faster than what I ran at the beginning of the September. There is room for improvement. There is room for new flats. I thought that maybe the pain I have been having in my shins when I race was not doing hard workouts on the road, but that's not the case now. Probably has to be due to the fact that these shoes are worn down and three or four years old.
Here are some pictures from the race:
Last U-turn and about a 1/4 mile from the finish.
Right after mile two.
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