Monday, August 10, 2015

Mr. Cranky Pants Needs a Runsy Wunsy.

               Today I had a case of the Mondays like none other. I hadn't run in 3 days. Now any runner will tell exactly what happened here. I know and you probably know. But for whatever reason, this time was way worse. I felt like I was going to explode. My anxiety was ridiculous. Now there are a few things going on to exacerbate that, like financial isuues, the start of the fall semester looming, my first race in 2 years approaching, 40-middle-age-thought-processes-why-am-I-here-I-am-a-stranger-to-my-own-family-I'm-unmarried-with-no-kids-what's-wrong-with-me-blah-blah-blah kinds of stuff. But, damn. This one nearly knocked me about. I had a full 8 hours of sleep, so I thought, 'What the fuck?' Oh ya, I haven't been able to run in 3 freakin' days. I did a fun 12.7 to ease the tension over some bike path that leads to some beautiful single track along the north side of Picnic Point to Shorewood on beautiful Lake Mendota. It was a learning experience. What ever happens, get a run in at least every other day, even if you're busy, even if it is 3 miles. Life is to short to miss a run and ruin everyone's day around me. They don't deserve Rabidman, and I deserve to be in my happy place. Run happy, my friends.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Relentless Forward Progress....a recurring theme.

               This week is going to be a big week for me. It will be the first week I have run more than 50 miles since my broken leg. Also this race I am preparing for, The North Face Endurance Challenge 50, is my first in 2 years. Incidentally, my last race was also a North Face 50. My body is starting to feel the effects of being a 'runner' again, and I feel like I am coming home.
               I got to run with Rob Krar last Tuesday and it was fantastic. I met him, talked to him along the run, asked him questions about TransRockies and about his ultra running training camp he and his wife runs. He is a genuinely happy man at this point of his life, as he should be. He is happily married to what sounds to be a wonderful woman that loves him very much, he just won Western States 100 for the second year in a row, he lives in Flagstaff, AZ in the mountains, there are a lot of reasons, and he radiates it. I also learned that maybe I should run with someone more often. I was running a healthy sub-8 and barely noticed it. It felt awesome.
               I get to run with Dean Karnazes on this coming Tuesday. I have met Dean before at the Speaker Series in 2011. He is a rather impressive man with a terrific story. He once ran 30 milers on his thirtieth birthday moderately drunk, with no more running experience than high school. Here is today with at least 3 books under his belt and the longest time running at one time. Last I read it was 300 miles, but I think he has since passed that.
               My first attempt at fundraising has all but dried up. I have been raising money to run in the New York Marathon and raise money for the New York Road Runners Community Champions. Apparently social media is not the be-all end-all that it's made out to be. I will need to come up with a new strategy, probably more hands on.
               I am looking for a race before October rolls around. I need to know what it feels like to toe that line again. Something smaller. I'd even consider a 5k. A half marathon I think would be about perfect, My rest days have been a bit trying since all I really want to do is run. Remembering what happened keeps me focused though. I do not want to go through another 2 year unscheduled hiatus. That was one of the darkest periods in my adult life. So, when my body says 'HEY! Jackass!' I listen, albeit rather cranky in the process. Every time I lay eyes on a trail or a curve in the brush I want to charge it. It is much like the rush I would get when I was young and skateboarded. As a skater you would eye pavement, stairs, rails, curbs, and it would call to you and beg you to attack it. Trails do that for me. The roll and twist of a trail would tell me to speed up, slow down, take the bank by force, and at once I am a kid again, and I am having a brand of fun long forgotten to most, and I realize just how much I've missed my friends, the trails.