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11/24/24

Ok so I ran 10 miles this morning. Got a late start because the cool weather made me wanna stay warm inside. It wasn’t that cool. I left at 9:30 or so. Pinellas Trail. Out and back. Nothing new. I am so tired of all the places to run here. I swear. It’s like that everywhere I’m sure. Just running alone and seeing the same stuff every time. It makes me a little sad. Mostly bored though. And it makes me want to run somewhere else. 10 miles. No pee. 9:30 pace. I haven’t run since the hill repeats I did in Greenville. That was intense. My legs were tired the next few days and I wanted to do nothing, so those things together, I just relaxed for three days. Which probably helped me have a good day out there today. I’m wearing the Ghost Max right now for long runs and recovery runs. Pillows. But not unstable like other pillows, for me anyway.

Running was less of a priority on the small mini moon honeymoon than I expected it to be. At first I had anxiety about wanting, or feeling like I needed to run a certain amount, like every day of the trip. Which is silly, and I figure out that it is silly pretty early on. So I adjust by waiting for the moment to seem right for me to leave and you know, just paying attention to what’s important, actually important. It’s like that on every trip though. Expectations and reality are not the same most of the time, not in a bad way. In a way that is reality. That being said probably unnecessarily, I did run on the Swamp Rabbit trail the first morning we were there. As far as rail trails go, this trail has to be the nicest one I’ve seen/run on. Similar to the B-line in Bloomington as far as scenic goes. Both are beautiful in the fall, I can say with experience. I started at the softball fields of Furman University. They were practicing so I heard the bat hitting the ball. I saw many people running and walking and cycling on the trail, but not so many that it was a distraction. I noticed that waving to fellow runners was not popular. There was a definite grade to the trail at all times, either up or down, where I got on anyway. Nothing crazy, but at times it was about three percent I’d say. But for a quarter mile, sometimes longer. I ran 6 miles that day. The temperature was around 50 and it was windy, but the trail was flanked by trees most of the way, so I didn’t feel much wind. Wore the Rides that day, and they stunk up Taynisha’s trunk on the way back. Oh, before that I ran in Savannah when we stayed there on the way up. From our hotel, Forsyth Park was like half a mile or something, so since I don’t know my way around there, I treated that park like it was Crescent Lake. To my delight there were other runners doing the same thing. I remember that run because I had to pee so bad on the last loop at the park, I just let it go. Sorry for saying the truth but sometimes it is not a choice. The body needs. That was a 3 mile run, or so. I drank too much coffee the entire trip.

But wow Greenville was nice. The place we stayed was where we spent most of our time. We didn’t want to leave because it was so private, intimate, pretty, everything we wanted. The photo is from our place there. When I mentioned hill repeats earlier, our place was at the bottom of a quite steep hill. From bottom to top it was about 45 feet. Part of it was stairs. Part gravel road. Part grass. I did 18 reps in 30 minutes, with short rests in between, and 10 pushups each time 10 minutes had elapsed, so thirty total. More of a rest than anything, the pushups, though they kept my heart rate up between reps, and that’s good. So that’s all the running out of the way I think. But obviously not the biggest news in my life right now.

Taynisha and I are married now. Our wedding day was one of, if not the best, days of my life. So much positivity, and all of it was like, not manufactured. Just pure joy, as unlikely as that is for me to say in seriousness. And I’m not mocking the experience or anything like that. It was surprising to me to feel such a high level of happiness for that duration of time, is like the best way I can say it. There were no hitches in any part of the planning, which I’m told is unusual. We both said our vows without losing it too badly. Trey was just amazing with his words, as expected and as always. It was such a pleasure to have him there. Myke was my guy the whole day, if I needed anything. He made me cry too. Everyone made me cry with all the things they said. But I never bawled. I kept it tight. That morning Myke and I ran on the Riverwalk. The reception was wonderful. The band was better than we imagined. Just a dream of a day. The best part is now Taynisha and I are married. It feels the same, but different. In a great way.

8/18/24

Sunday long run was a thing today. I’ve been trying to run 10 miles on a Sunday for like two months now without success. Heat just unbearable until this last week. The humidity dropped a little I guess. Also, I’ve increased mileage in the past few weeks, running more slowly and focusing on form. I don’t really ever worry about pace anymore, but if I don’t pay attention, I will gradually run faster and faster, maybe to get it over with I guess. This happens during after-work runs. And the next morning I wake up and my legs hurt, then I walk 12-13 miles. I don’t like that. My form gets out of whack doing that, as well. So focusing on form and basically just doing zone 2, with a little tempo thrown in when I feel like it. I’m not trying overdo it at this point. I’m feeling my age now. Saving what I got left you know. I still would like to do another 100, which is a realization I’ve come to after learning of the Tampa 100. But that got me thinking about like, I don’t have to do that one. There are so many out there. It would be cool to do that one however, because it covers this whole area, and I’ve done the PTC so I could claim both of those, being a “local.” Sad to say I am a local.

But the run though. 10 miles out and back on the Pinellas Trail. I wore Saucony Triumphs. I had Maurten 160 in my bottle. I took and ate a whole pack of Skratch Labs Sour Cherry. Peed at mile 3.75. Sweating was profuse from mile 4 to 8. Pace was let’s say 10. Had a good time. I started using LMNT during work and have seen my sneaky debilitating cramps go away. So I use that for recovery. And I had a coffee later. Ate pisto for dinner, in honor of the Vuelta, same as last night. There was so much. We finished it. It’s gone. I am gone too, I am tired.

I should not make any promises about how often I will write here, because I cannot keep them. I can say that I will try. Wedding is soon. Bachelor trip sooner. Good night.

2/11/24

Okay so I ran 10 miles today. More eventful than usual. This is not the first time, probably the eighth or ninth, that I’ve run into some race I didn’t know was going on. Looked like it was a marathon. People at the aid stations were offering me refreshments and cheering me on. Random people cheering me on. Such an indulgence on my routine Sunday long run. I had my own water and gels so I was good. It was not hot today, relative to how hot it will get here soon, but it was hot by any other standard. Second thing that happened was I fell. I was running pretty quick across a busy street to get out of the path of traffic. Crosswalk of course. I had the walk sign and all that. I just like to be out of the way. But anyway I was moving too fast to take the turn of the sidewalk. I chose to take the short cut over. It just didn’t go as I planned. Kind of impossible to describe with any accuracy, and still keep the vibe. Some guy on a bike asked if I was okay as he rode by. I got up and started moving. Finished the run of course. I remembered the people cheering and it was game back on. No more events after that. I went back a different way so as not to disturb any more runners who paid to run on the trail. I’ll do the Pinellas Trail Challenge again, which is free, but I’m not paying to run on the Pinellas Trail. It was a good run. I had a good time. I guess it had to balance out you know? People cheering for me. Falling.

Later, we went out for real pizza, with gluten. Then, took a little drive to a place where we took a little walk. Next week we have engagement photos. Hopefully I get my entire long weekend plus President’s Day. See you next month. Hopefully sooner.

1/31/24

Last year I made one post. That’s not enough. No one asked but I maybe will try to make one post a month this year. Seems doable but here I am on the last day, of the first month.

We just got back from Daytona for the Rolex 24. This was our third consecutive year. (The cars turn right in this race if you’re unfamiliar.) The beach and beachfront structures, mostly hotels, are still being repaired from damage caused by the hurricane 1-2 combo in 2022, which affected the 100 I did. Like I said, one post last year so it’s not a very lengthy scroll down if you wanna read about that. While we were there this past weekend I ran twice on A1A, and was reminded of how annoying and potentially painful that can be, on that stretch anyway. There are long, extremely long curb inlets that are slanted at what is about forty-five degrees. Sucks for the legs, but I did 5 mile out and back, both runs. Crazy how much running early in the day improves my ability to sit still. Our first stint at the race on Saturday was about five and a half hours.

More about running. I don’t know if I said it last time, and if I did, maybe I’ll say it better this time. Since the 100, I haven’t trained for anything. I’m running how much and how fast/medium/slow I want to. Like whatever feels right on that day. Maybe not running at all. But probably running. And I find that following that path leaves me feeling the way I want to feel, physically. I’ve been running 30-40 miles a week consistently, for about 6 months if not longer. If I think about where this leaves me fitness-wise, it’s hard to know for sure, but I feel stronger than I ever did in that long training cycle leading up to the 100. I know that the deep fatigue I experienced then was necessary for me to adapt but damn. It’s got me thinking about changing up my training next go around. Maybe not doing so many super long runs. I feel like the return on investment from a 24 mile run is low, especially when it’s followed by a 14 mile run. Just an example but again, damn, that’s a lot of wear and tear. I do enough walking at work. I feel like when I run I should only run. Stringbean says just get into the best shape you can, regardless of pace or whatever. Obviously I’m paraphrasing. I’m also kind of losing focus with this subject right now. Next time I train for something I will try something new. There is my vague declaration.

I ran 11 miles this morning on the trail. Nice weather here still. It will get hot soon, though. I bought some GU liquid energy recently. They are fine. I used one before and one during. Again fine. Today I was just running and thinking. Listening to music, but not thinking about the music, more thinking about life stuff. And those are always the best runs for me. Because I’m not thinking about running and that makes running automatic, easy, in the background. A nice morning.

11/25/23

Okay so I ran 8 miles this morning. Left a little after 8. I wore a shirt, which I could’ve gotten away with not doing that, but it was still great weather. Dew point 54 this morning. I did the part A addendum to the OG St. Pete route and then added the Pier out and back and then came home on the Trail. Did what felt like tempo for most of the run but I think I am a little tired from not sleeping great a couple nights in a row. And it was super windy too. I did get a tailwind every time I was heading west though. Left the water bottle home and ate a gel at the bathroom at North Shore Park, which was the halfway point. Got a drink at the fountain. Carried on. A large number of vendors were setting up in Vinoy Park for something I’m 100% sure I don’t care about. Also a large number of e-bikes everywhere. I had big goggles on for this run is all I’m saying. I was happy to get to the Pier and find it mostly empty. As empty as it gets anyway. There’s this plastic drain built into the sidewalk if you go all the way to the right of the walkway on your way out to the end of the Pier. I run on that because it feels like some kind of magic carpet. It’s really grippy but somehow the impact feels cushioned. So I finished at the Pier then passed by the Saturday morning market headed back on the Trail towards home. I was hitting all the lights. After that, there are no more cool things to describe, at least as far as sights. Strava says it was 8:40 pace.

I ate my banana and bar and drank my Gatorade and then took my shower. And then I laid down for an hour. And then I took forever to figure out what to wear. Taynisha and I planned to walk downtown today because we haven’t done it in a while and the weather was going to be nice. So we did that. It was nice. Lots of people everywhere. And e-bikes. More than normal. This holiday nonsense. People should take turns seeing their families, not everyone do it at the same time. Also backloaded on the end of the year makes no sense. I’m up past my bedtime.

I plan to run at least 10 tomorrow. I’m trying to take advantage of these days off because work is getting to that point right now. I’d like to do a half if I feel good, but I don’t have any time in mind. Only to cover the distance in the way that feels best to me.

I will try to write more, here. I am writing plenty but mostly for me. Still enjoying the benefits of both writing and running. Thankful for that.

12/11/22

Another photo of the Atlantic Ocean from an Airbnb, but this time at an angle. What you can’t see is all of the storm damage. We weren’t able to use the pool (because it crumbled into the ocean). And we weren’t able to access the beach, either (Myke informed me; I was in no condition to walk). Not that we were going to. But this photo was taken after the race.

I don’t wanna go into too much detail, but I did create this website just for this type of thing, so forgive me if I indulge myself in telling some details. Not like any more than twenty five people are reading this anyway (you’re all important). As of now, I have no good race photos of myself. There were a few race day photos on the race’s Facebook page that I was in, but definitely not the subject of. So, Atlantic Ocean photo it is. Am I backtracking?

Morning of the race, I woke up at three am and first thing, made the Maurten 320 drink, while simultaneously… too many details.

I watched the weather forecast for the week prior to the race and saw that I’d probably have to slow down and take it easy from around ten-thirty am to about five pm, reason being is the feels like was supposed to be eighty degrees in that stretch of time. So, I did what I had been doing for six months of training, and I attempted to adapt to the conditions (actual beginning of race events begin with the next sentence). I went out at my normal eleven to twelve minute pace, and stayed smooth through mile sixteen, where I met my crew for the first time, for real. The for fake first time was at mile 7. That was a warm-up lap. I saw them again at the marathon mark (got there in about 5:15), and I’d been holding pretty steady at the twelve-fifteen to twelve-thirty range before then. It was warm at that point. We were past all the huge mansions, and onto the nature preserve I think (my only focus was running, who knows what I saw). From mile 26 (okay I’ll start using the numbers) to mile 36, I was still mostly in the 12s, but those miles were close being low 13s. For this entire time so far, I felt pretty good. No low points. My hip flexors gave me trouble all day and night, but that was something I was able to deal with, and almost shrug off. Like, it hurt, but not enough to get in the way at all. And my right big toe was a problem the whole day. Actually, it’s more of a problem now. But so go my toes. It’s not a surprise. Working up to the 50 mile mark, I was steady in the low 13s besides meeting the crew once more. I hit the 50 mile mark close to 11 hours, which scared the shit out of me, because it meant I had a lot of work to do. I was uneasy going slow and holding back in the heat of the day, but I was about to see if the strategy worked because the sun was going down.

I feel like the second 50 was a different race for me. The idea that I would quit never really entered my mind, but the thought that I would be over 24 hours again was front and center, like demanding all of my attention. From mile 51 to mile 75, I kept it under 15 minute miles (besides miles where I met my crew), and most of those miles were well under 15 minute per. Myke started pacing me somewhere in there, starting around 7:30 pm, and went 13 miles with me. He got me through what was probably my lowest point in the race. I couldn’t go very fast when I could go, and I couldn’t go very often. But we were talking and just having fun. The easiest way to sum up my race, at a definitely awkward point in the narrative, is to say that I never walked a full mile. Anyway, I was hurting tremendously during the later miles, specifically when I would start to run after walking. From mile 75 to 85, I was super solid in the twelves and low thirteens. I could not believe I was able to get my legs to “run” (think more hobble) at this late stage in the race. These miles are the ones that saved my race goal. From mile 85 to mile 100, the splits are sporadic with no mile under 13 minute pace. Myke paced me again from mile 92 to the end, and we had to work to get to the finish line in time, but we enjoyed it (I was tired as f*&@) when we could tell it was not only in reach, but was going to happen. At around the 97 mile mark, Taynisha texted Myke that if we kept our pace where it was, we would finish in the top 30. So that was something to kind of fight for. It felt like I started moving pretty fast, but we were doing 15 minute miles. And of course, I did the obligatory sprint finish, which is really 100 meters of 10 minute pace, and kind of embarrassing when you think about how everyone knows you weren’t running that way for very long. Otherwise, you would have been at the finish line way sooner. But still, you do it.

My goal was to finish under 24 hours. I did it in 23:37. I’m rounding up a few tenths of a second. Honestly, it’s not too close for my comfort. I’m fine with it. I said before the race, anything under 24, even if it’s 23:59.59, would be okay. And it is. I’m good. I finished in the dark.

There is no way I could possibly have done this without you, Taynisha and Myke. I know it was hard for all of us but I love the time we spent together and I will always remember it. I won’t ask either of you (Myke, you volunteered) to do this again (I’m saying this now) for a long time. Thank you both.

Bye for now. (Maybe there are some typos. I’ll fix them later.)

11/24/22

It’s almost that time. Hay is in the barn. (I’ve been waiting to say that.) I started training in June for this race and it is about to be time to go.

The photo above is from Crescent Lake a few weeks ago. Most of my miles training for this race have been run, or shuffled, or jogged, yogged, logged, whatever, covered, at Crescent Lake Park and on the Pinellas Trail. I am so sick of running at these places, but their convenience, which is mostly proximity, has won time after time over any other routes, or god forbid, driving somewhere to run. Training has been a massive time sink, so the locale didn’t matter at all, just the miles. For example, November 14th was a Monday, and I had 20 miles that day. I also had to work, so I didn’t get started running until about 7, which is nuts. My race pace is 12 minutes a mile, so 20 miles takes four hours. I went a little faster than race pace at the end and got in the door a few minutes before 11. I was eating hot food right around midnight. This is no kind of life.

Today was my last speed workout before the race. 8 miles, 5.5 of those at basically 9 minute pace and the last 2.5 progressively faster to the point of just, death I guess. I wanted to be going very hard at the end, in other words, on tired legs, not just from this run in particular, but from the 6 months of assault on my legs (and psyche), seeing as this run was the last chance I had to get my legs moving at a faster-than-race pace. In normal times, this workout would be much faster (Strava excuse), but I’m extremely pleased with how my legs responded in their current state. (If I had written more during this training period, I would have said similar things about 75 percent of my speed workouts. My legs have been solid.) The last time I trained for this race, I was so busy with work I wasn’t able to do anywhere near all of the workouts, so I had to prioritize the long runs. This time though, I’ve done every single workout (I missed two miles of an 8 mile run in the second week of training). I feel ready. It’s still 100 miles, though.

My next post will be from the other side. Hopefully the sub-24 hour side.

2/21/22

It’s always been too long these days. Not because anything unfortunate has happened. Just because I do more nowadays. When I started this blog, I didn’t have a job and I was training pretty hard, and that’s the energy that I tried to bring here, just enthusiasm for writing and running. Not like those things have faded away. In fact, I have quite a bit of enthusiasm and excitement about writing what I’m writing now, or at least the fact that I’m writing anything at all, is what I’m enthused and excited about. La la la.

So anyway, I’m probably going to have to go and edit the “about me” page that no one has ever viewed, with perfectly good reason. I haven’t decided yet, but the fact that I’m mulling it over and have already discussed the logistics with the people who would be involved means that I will most likely decide in favor of doing it. “It” is the Daytona 100. The same 100 miler I did in December 2018 and finished 49 minutes past 24 hours. I just want to finish a 100 mile race in less than 24 hours and I will be done with that distance. I don’t care if it takes me 23 hours 59 minutes and 59 seconds. Just finish under a day and I will be happy.

Now, having trained for a 50 miler last year, I know the challenge, or at least half of the challenge facing me. The last time I trained for a 100, I had the same job, but I was going in at 9:30 and working til 6. Plus, my legs only had a few months of carrying mail on them. Now they have over three years on them, and trust me, they don’t feel like my 2018 legs. The upside of that is that my legs are tough and can endure a lot of distance and strain. So that helps. But I still have one of the same problems I had back then; I rarely ever have Saturday and Sunday off, to do my back to back long runs. My plan is just to do one of the long runs on Sunday and the other I’ll do on my day off, whatever that is. And when I do have a long weekend, it’ll just be business as usual. Of course though, the heat. I don’t really think there’s any new ground I can cover talking about heat and running and the combination of the two, in Florida, and how horrible it can be. I’ve made it clear how I feel about it. And maybe I shouldn’t complain anymore because I’m making a choice to continue the behavior…

So I’m not sure if I’m waiting for some kind of sign to tell me it’s a go, or what. I’m just not 100 percent sure I want to commit to it yet. What will probably happen is, I will keep pretending that I’m mulling it over instead of admitting that I’ve already admitted to myself that I’m going to do it. I’ve told the people that I’ve told, “I’m not getting any younger.” This use of this phrase, in this context, is the most practical use of this phrase I have ever come across.

I have been enjoying running very much lately. The weather is beginning to turn hot again, in the afternoons. It’s the kind of weather where the sunlight feels so good on your skin, because most days there’s a cool breeze, and the contrast of the two is pleasing. Today I ran 10 miles at 9 minute pace and enjoyed almost every minute of it (I need a new shoe rotation). It’s likely that I will continue this kind of blissful relationship with running, until the summer when I begin to train. Then it will be a love/hate relationship. Right now it’s all love.

I will write again when there is some news that seems big enough to share, or maybe just because I feel like it, but most likely the former.