So goes my training. Good long run Saturday of 8.5 miles, but maybe jumped mileage a bit much. Knee was sore all day. Sunday morning was first morning in a long time that my muscles did cause me to waddle for ten minutes before being able to take a pain free step. 2 miles Monday felt pretty good and was able to almost reach my toes again when stretching. 3 miles this morning. Wasn't real fun and stretching was again a "stretch".
Goal is 2 or 3 each morning and 10 for this weekends long run.
19 January 2010
13 January 2010
Week 2 delayed but underway
Well I didn't log 5 on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday - life, work, aches and pains got in the way.
Logged 5 this morning. Still issues with muscle strains across upper buttocks area. Seems to stretch out ok when stretching, but tightness before and during each run recently.
Was a time when I would have run 5 at break neck pace to punish myself or to make up for lost training days. Trying to be smarter these days, or lazier. Another 5 planned for the morning (Thurs) then probably 4 on Friday and 7 on either Sat. or Sun. (Kids BBall game at 9am on Sat....alas, life strikes again)
'bout it for now...time for bed...0530 wake up to get my miles in.
Logged 5 this morning. Still issues with muscle strains across upper buttocks area. Seems to stretch out ok when stretching, but tightness before and during each run recently.
Was a time when I would have run 5 at break neck pace to punish myself or to make up for lost training days. Trying to be smarter these days, or lazier. Another 5 planned for the morning (Thurs) then probably 4 on Friday and 7 on either Sat. or Sun. (Kids BBall game at 9am on Sat....alas, life strikes again)
'bout it for now...time for bed...0530 wake up to get my miles in.
09 January 2010
Flying chicken
Day 4 was cross training. Not something i've incorporated in the past. 30 mins of swimming. For the record, me swimming is akin to a chicken flying. Lots of exertion for little distance. Long run pushed to Sunday and will shorten due to time constraints, so did 4.6 today. Walked .25 to warm up. Ran 4. .35 cool down.
5 tomorrow. Off on Monday. 'bout it for now. First attempt at blogging via iPod. Works, but slow.
5 tomorrow. Off on Monday. 'bout it for now. First attempt at blogging via iPod. Works, but slow.
06 January 2010
Day 1, 2, & 3 of the Quest for Glory
OK,
So here we go. I will attempt to chronicle my preparations for a third marathon and my 2nd KDF Marathon, although there is some discussion of a trip to Nashville for the Country Music Marathon on the same day.
Days 1-3 are in the books...I'll update a mileage log at some point. I've done, running and walking, the falling miles 4.5, 3.5, 3.5. The walking on day 3 was only for cool down, but tightness in the muscles across my lower back (more accurately my upper buttocks) has proven problematic and I've, so far, managed to remain smart about how hard I'm pushing.
My previous marathon trainings have been undertaken with a solid mileage base and injury free. This one, the base is still in good shape, but the injuries are looking to join me from day one. Rather than a negative, this may be a positive, as I may be less likely to overtrain.
Right now I'm doing all my running (so far, all has been treadmill, not due to weather, but due to other logistical issues too lengthy to go into at this time)at an 8:30 pace. My marathon goal pace is 9:00 miles. Slower than my last effort, but I blew that one up in the first 10 miles by running to fast, so I believe by being conservative I may actually be able to shave 10 more minutes off my time and hit the 4 hr mark, without the pain and agony of my last 26.2.
That just about brings us up to date on this diary or my pursuit...wait I'm a guy...let's call it a journal, that makes it sound a bit more manly...
Today the back finally loosened up after 2 miles, and currently I'm not too sore or pained. So high hopes there.
One training note from today, just an opinion, but guys should not take a loofa...heck I don't even know how to spell it...to the gym for showering. Again just my humble opinion, but, "c'mon man!"
So here we go. I will attempt to chronicle my preparations for a third marathon and my 2nd KDF Marathon, although there is some discussion of a trip to Nashville for the Country Music Marathon on the same day.
Days 1-3 are in the books...I'll update a mileage log at some point. I've done, running and walking, the falling miles 4.5, 3.5, 3.5. The walking on day 3 was only for cool down, but tightness in the muscles across my lower back (more accurately my upper buttocks) has proven problematic and I've, so far, managed to remain smart about how hard I'm pushing.
My previous marathon trainings have been undertaken with a solid mileage base and injury free. This one, the base is still in good shape, but the injuries are looking to join me from day one. Rather than a negative, this may be a positive, as I may be less likely to overtrain.
Right now I'm doing all my running (so far, all has been treadmill, not due to weather, but due to other logistical issues too lengthy to go into at this time)at an 8:30 pace. My marathon goal pace is 9:00 miles. Slower than my last effort, but I blew that one up in the first 10 miles by running to fast, so I believe by being conservative I may actually be able to shave 10 more minutes off my time and hit the 4 hr mark, without the pain and agony of my last 26.2.
That just about brings us up to date on this diary or my pursuit...wait I'm a guy...let's call it a journal, that makes it sound a bit more manly...
Today the back finally loosened up after 2 miles, and currently I'm not too sore or pained. So high hopes there.
One training note from today, just an opinion, but guys should not take a loofa...heck I don't even know how to spell it...to the gym for showering. Again just my humble opinion, but, "c'mon man!"
14 December 2009
Evolution
The original title for this blog was Running Saved, and as the name implied, had a lot to do with my running experiences, or lack thereof, as well as sharing things from my life in Christ. The start of this blog seems an eternity ago, and while its existence does span a couple of years, at times it seems that those early days were a lifetime ago.
Earlier this year, I changed the blog's name to Fit For the King. I had, because of injury, begun to run less and lift more. My focus had shifted a bit to overall fitness and I also found that I wanted to write about some other topics, or so I thought. Not to long after I changed the name I ceased to post, having lost any motivation to do so, and finding Face Book a more welcoming environment for the quick thoughts that continued to ramble through my head, but which I never had the time to fully develop into anything of substance. Now I am stretching it a bit here, implying that anything I've ever wrote had any substance, but alas, my blog, my opinion.
Now I find myself at yet another crossroads. This year has seen growth at my job, and while grateful that as many struggle, I've been blessed, the growth has also meant an increase in responsibility and more demands on my time. This has left less time for my fitness goals, and in fact, as I write this I'm pondering how to balance travel and training for the 2010 KDF Mini-Marathon, much less my original goal of running the full again.
As for the post title, Evolution, that is something I'm trying to do. Life changes, and we must change as well. It is painful at times to give up the things we love to do, as I'm reminded each time I step into my garage and see the gadgets and gear of hobbies past. It can be exciting to find ourselves engaged in new ventures and adventures. It can be stressful trying to determine where and how to spend our time and energies. Our only chance is to evolve. So today I'm doing my best to evolve, to determine how much time I can devote to running and fitness given the demands of work and family. Trying to figure out "WHO and WHAT" matters and warrants my energies and attention.
For now, I plod along, running three or four days per week, hoping at some point I will reengage with what is currently the only hobby I still hold on to, but I'm want to let it slip away. Each missed race opportunity, each morning that I wake with the notion that trying to get ahead or catch up with work is the best use of the early hours, each time I find my self ill tempered and short of patience with my family or holding little interest to interact with people in general, I ask myself "What does it matter?" Isn't it just another demand on my time. Only time will tell if I evolve and adapt or whether the current me goes the way of the dinosaur.
Either way, whether my demise as a runner, or my return, I am returning to my blogging so that if it is my end as a runner, I document it as I did my beginning.
Earlier this year, I changed the blog's name to Fit For the King. I had, because of injury, begun to run less and lift more. My focus had shifted a bit to overall fitness and I also found that I wanted to write about some other topics, or so I thought. Not to long after I changed the name I ceased to post, having lost any motivation to do so, and finding Face Book a more welcoming environment for the quick thoughts that continued to ramble through my head, but which I never had the time to fully develop into anything of substance. Now I am stretching it a bit here, implying that anything I've ever wrote had any substance, but alas, my blog, my opinion.
Now I find myself at yet another crossroads. This year has seen growth at my job, and while grateful that as many struggle, I've been blessed, the growth has also meant an increase in responsibility and more demands on my time. This has left less time for my fitness goals, and in fact, as I write this I'm pondering how to balance travel and training for the 2010 KDF Mini-Marathon, much less my original goal of running the full again.
As for the post title, Evolution, that is something I'm trying to do. Life changes, and we must change as well. It is painful at times to give up the things we love to do, as I'm reminded each time I step into my garage and see the gadgets and gear of hobbies past. It can be exciting to find ourselves engaged in new ventures and adventures. It can be stressful trying to determine where and how to spend our time and energies. Our only chance is to evolve. So today I'm doing my best to evolve, to determine how much time I can devote to running and fitness given the demands of work and family. Trying to figure out "WHO and WHAT" matters and warrants my energies and attention.
For now, I plod along, running three or four days per week, hoping at some point I will reengage with what is currently the only hobby I still hold on to, but I'm want to let it slip away. Each missed race opportunity, each morning that I wake with the notion that trying to get ahead or catch up with work is the best use of the early hours, each time I find my self ill tempered and short of patience with my family or holding little interest to interact with people in general, I ask myself "What does it matter?" Isn't it just another demand on my time. Only time will tell if I evolve and adapt or whether the current me goes the way of the dinosaur.
Either way, whether my demise as a runner, or my return, I am returning to my blogging so that if it is my end as a runner, I document it as I did my beginning.
26 June 2009
Time marches on...
While mostly unfazed by the passing of Jackson and Fawcett. I'm not one prone to attaching a lot of emotion to persons I don't know well. I did watch a scrolling picture tribute today that was accompanied by many of his songs. Songs from my preteen and teen years. As with the news yesterday of both deaths, those songs made me reflect for a moment on my aging and the passing of time.
Perhaps my age bracket is the last to remember when things changed slowly. Microwaves, VCRs, Pulse dial phones, Cell Phones, Cassette Decks...all these things came about, became afforadable, slowly for those in the lower middle class. Now, your new I-Phone is obsolete or at least "so last year" before you can pick it up off the shelf at your electronics retailer.
We waited anxiously to see the one or two shows per week that we just had to see. No chance to catch it later on your preprogramed DVR recorder.
Anyways, this isn't a good ol' days blog. I enjoy today, and yes I miss my yesterdays and that pace of life, but as I said, the events of the past 48 have led me not to morn lost icons of my childhood, or the loss of years, but rather just reminded me that our time is brief, we are responsible for how we spend it, and we best enjoy every moment, because....(sorry for the country song reference Scotty, Todd, and any other's with minimalistic musical taste...just kidding)
Perhaps my age bracket is the last to remember when things changed slowly. Microwaves, VCRs, Pulse dial phones, Cell Phones, Cassette Decks...all these things came about, became afforadable, slowly for those in the lower middle class. Now, your new I-Phone is obsolete or at least "so last year" before you can pick it up off the shelf at your electronics retailer.
We waited anxiously to see the one or two shows per week that we just had to see. No chance to catch it later on your preprogramed DVR recorder.
Anyways, this isn't a good ol' days blog. I enjoy today, and yes I miss my yesterdays and that pace of life, but as I said, the events of the past 48 have led me not to morn lost icons of my childhood, or the loss of years, but rather just reminded me that our time is brief, we are responsible for how we spend it, and we best enjoy every moment, because....(sorry for the country song reference Scotty, Todd, and any other's with minimalistic musical taste...just kidding)
Verse 1 Sister cries out, from her baby bed.Brother runs in
with feathers on his head.Mama's in her room learnin how to sew.Daddy's drinkin
beer listenen to the radio.Hank Williams sings Kaw-Liga and Dear John. Time
marches on, time marches on.Verse 2 Sister's using rouge and clear complexion
soap.Brother's wearin beads and he smokes alot of dope.Mama is depressed barely
makes a sound.Daddy's got a girlfriend in another town.Bob Dylan sings like a
Rolling Stone.Time marches on, time marches on.Bridge South moves north, North
moves south A star is born, a star burns out.the only thing that stays the same
is everything changes, everything changes.Verse 3 Sister calls herself a sexygrandma.Brother's on a diet for high cholesterol.Mama's out of touch with
reality.Daddy's in the ground beneath the maple tree.As the Angles sing an old
Hank Williams song.Time marches on, time marches on. Time marches on,
timemarches on. Time marches on. Time marches on.Ecclesiastes:
For everything there is a season,And a time for every matter under heaven:A time to be born, and a time to die;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;A time to kill, and a time to heal;A time to break down, and a time to build up;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;A time to seek, and a time to lose;A time to keep, and a time to throw away;A time to tear, and a time to sew;A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;A time to love, and a time to hate,A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
17 June 2009
Third attempt at a post today & Holiday World Rocks!
Blogger issues kept losing my posts, so
I'll post a pic of my new workout program.
Eat all the pizza, burgers, and ice cream you want, just be sure to lug 70 lbs worth of kids around for 4 of 5 days on the uphills at Holiday World...
Results, no weight gain, and increased endurance...LOL... and don't forget to practice you flexibility by squeezing into a 60+ year old miniature train car with your kids...
I'll post a pic of my new workout program.
Eat all the pizza, burgers, and ice cream you want, just be sure to lug 70 lbs worth of kids around for 4 of 5 days on the uphills at Holiday World...
Results, no weight gain, and increased endurance...LOL... and don't forget to practice you flexibility by squeezing into a 60+ year old miniature train car with your kids...
03 June 2009
Why Would Anyone Want the Job?
You know, maybe I'm just griping and whining? Maybe other guys don't have a problem with it? Maybe I'm just not a good dad? Either way, I know of at least one guy who agrees with me.
OK, so What's my beef? Why would anyone want to be a dad? Why does it seem guys father children and then run the other way?
Well beyond the usual reasons and lack of sense of responsibility, have you ever read the current job description? But let me back up for a second.
The other day I saw a Larry King interview with Lionel and Nichole Richie. Not my usual fare, but it was on somewhere I was at.
I was intrigued by a question that was posed. Larry King asked Lionel Richie about interview comments in which he said he didn't think he was a good dad to Nichole when she was younger. Lionel responded that it depended on how you viewed being a dad. By the standards of his father's generation, when dad was seen as a provider, then yes he felt he was a good dad, but by today's standards, when a dad is supposed to put in quality hours with their kids everyday, then no. He's right about today's standards. Heck, I even heard an ad to that affect on the radio this morning, brought to you by the Department of Health and Human Services.
Now back to my rant. My dad was a good dad. No a great dad. He gave up his dreams of farming to follow two job transfers that provided for his family. Leaving behind everything he had ever known. He juggled credit and bills to give us a good standard of living, and he coached me in Little League and supported me in every sport I played. However, he wasn't my best buddy and he didn't spend countless hours with me each week. He worked, he worked the family garden, and some of my fondest childhood memories involve me at an early age helping cut wood to fuel the family fireplace to no doubt keep down the energy bills. He was a traditional dad in every sense of the word. One that sustained and built and supported families and this country from its colonial days until the 1990's.
Now I and my counterparts are expected to shoulder those burdens, plus spend hours coloring, reinforcing how much we care, nurturing, etc., etc. You know to be honest, I've cracked a few times under the load. I love my children more than anything in this world. I would give my last breath to see them saved if it came to that, but trying to live up to the modern standards of fatherhood, while fulfilling the traditional role of a dad is fatiguing. I can't even take a night to play sports anymore without wondering if I'm taking too much of my very limited free time away from my kids.
So maybe this is just a personal rant. Perhaps it is TMI, and too honest and raw for publishing to the whole world, but its the truth. At least as it applies to me. Maybe I'm just weak, or maladjusted, or whacko. Maybe others feel the same way. I don't know, but I'm convinced that given the current expectations of fatherhood, it is no wonder that many men fail to follow up on their obligations, or even give up and run away.
For those of us who were kids in the '80s and before, our dad's were the product of a long line of dad's who provided for their families, and those provisions were an indication of their love for their families. Yes their was laughter and fun and all the other stuff mixed in, but job one was that of provider. From that model came generations that forged a new life on America's ever westward moving frontiers, that shouldered the burdens on both sides of the ideology that divided a nation, that fought two world wars and slogged through the Great Depression. From that model emerged a prosperous post war America, that fought for Civil Rights, that took a stand against a war they thought was wrong, that put a man on the moon, that stood its ground until the cold war ended and the Berlin Wall fell, and then that model was deemed a failure. That model was then replaced by the new and improved dad. A model that has gotten us to where we're at today.
It's late, I'm not spell checking or proofing, hopefully you can follow my line of thought, perhaps you agree, perhaps you disagree, but either way I've "vented my spleen" and so in the words of Forrest Gump, "That's all I've got ta say 'bout that."
Good night
OK, so What's my beef? Why would anyone want to be a dad? Why does it seem guys father children and then run the other way?
Well beyond the usual reasons and lack of sense of responsibility, have you ever read the current job description? But let me back up for a second.
The other day I saw a Larry King interview with Lionel and Nichole Richie. Not my usual fare, but it was on somewhere I was at.
I was intrigued by a question that was posed. Larry King asked Lionel Richie about interview comments in which he said he didn't think he was a good dad to Nichole when she was younger. Lionel responded that it depended on how you viewed being a dad. By the standards of his father's generation, when dad was seen as a provider, then yes he felt he was a good dad, but by today's standards, when a dad is supposed to put in quality hours with their kids everyday, then no. He's right about today's standards. Heck, I even heard an ad to that affect on the radio this morning, brought to you by the Department of Health and Human Services.
Now back to my rant. My dad was a good dad. No a great dad. He gave up his dreams of farming to follow two job transfers that provided for his family. Leaving behind everything he had ever known. He juggled credit and bills to give us a good standard of living, and he coached me in Little League and supported me in every sport I played. However, he wasn't my best buddy and he didn't spend countless hours with me each week. He worked, he worked the family garden, and some of my fondest childhood memories involve me at an early age helping cut wood to fuel the family fireplace to no doubt keep down the energy bills. He was a traditional dad in every sense of the word. One that sustained and built and supported families and this country from its colonial days until the 1990's.
Now I and my counterparts are expected to shoulder those burdens, plus spend hours coloring, reinforcing how much we care, nurturing, etc., etc. You know to be honest, I've cracked a few times under the load. I love my children more than anything in this world. I would give my last breath to see them saved if it came to that, but trying to live up to the modern standards of fatherhood, while fulfilling the traditional role of a dad is fatiguing. I can't even take a night to play sports anymore without wondering if I'm taking too much of my very limited free time away from my kids.
So maybe this is just a personal rant. Perhaps it is TMI, and too honest and raw for publishing to the whole world, but its the truth. At least as it applies to me. Maybe I'm just weak, or maladjusted, or whacko. Maybe others feel the same way. I don't know, but I'm convinced that given the current expectations of fatherhood, it is no wonder that many men fail to follow up on their obligations, or even give up and run away.
For those of us who were kids in the '80s and before, our dad's were the product of a long line of dad's who provided for their families, and those provisions were an indication of their love for their families. Yes their was laughter and fun and all the other stuff mixed in, but job one was that of provider. From that model came generations that forged a new life on America's ever westward moving frontiers, that shouldered the burdens on both sides of the ideology that divided a nation, that fought two world wars and slogged through the Great Depression. From that model emerged a prosperous post war America, that fought for Civil Rights, that took a stand against a war they thought was wrong, that put a man on the moon, that stood its ground until the cold war ended and the Berlin Wall fell, and then that model was deemed a failure. That model was then replaced by the new and improved dad. A model that has gotten us to where we're at today.
It's late, I'm not spell checking or proofing, hopefully you can follow my line of thought, perhaps you agree, perhaps you disagree, but either way I've "vented my spleen" and so in the words of Forrest Gump, "That's all I've got ta say 'bout that."
Good night
29 May 2009
I'm alive and kickin'
Work, family (fun stuff - like camping), and other priorities have kept me away from the computer (except for work stuff) for a while now.
Looks like will be that way for another couple of months...new managers to hire, old ones to transfer, huge account coming on line in Minneapolis...hectic.
Since last weekend...no respiratory issues. 3 workouts and a 35 minute run outdoors here in Columbia, SC without feeling like I was a fish out of water...perhaps I'm back..
Still lifting and running, but staying very loose in structure, kinda doing what my body tells me it wants to do. Oh and the hammy hasn't been acting up...maybe I'm healed..
Anyway bye for now, hope this finds all well.
Oh and I've made it through the first two books of the New Testament in my effort to read all the way through the Bible. Amazing little tidbits of stories you don't remember or aren't always in the general messages of sermons and Sunday School lessons. Nothing that affects the theology, just little facts. Also, amazing how reading a chapter can set the tone for your whole day.
To that end, finally a use for my "crackberry", www.biblegateway.com mobile friendly site allows me to read the Bible on my "crackberry" at breakfast, or dinner, or airport, or waiting to take off....perhaps these things aren't entirely evil....but, the verdict is still out.
Looks like will be that way for another couple of months...new managers to hire, old ones to transfer, huge account coming on line in Minneapolis...hectic.
Since last weekend...no respiratory issues. 3 workouts and a 35 minute run outdoors here in Columbia, SC without feeling like I was a fish out of water...perhaps I'm back..
Still lifting and running, but staying very loose in structure, kinda doing what my body tells me it wants to do. Oh and the hammy hasn't been acting up...maybe I'm healed..
Anyway bye for now, hope this finds all well.
Oh and I've made it through the first two books of the New Testament in my effort to read all the way through the Bible. Amazing little tidbits of stories you don't remember or aren't always in the general messages of sermons and Sunday School lessons. Nothing that affects the theology, just little facts. Also, amazing how reading a chapter can set the tone for your whole day.
To that end, finally a use for my "crackberry", www.biblegateway.com mobile friendly site allows me to read the Bible on my "crackberry" at breakfast, or dinner, or airport, or waiting to take off....perhaps these things aren't entirely evil....but, the verdict is still out.
12 May 2009
My wife got "Fortied Up" on Mother's Day
OK,
She'll probably kill me for the post title, but it's kinda true.
After most everyone had left our house, the boys, Jina, my parents and brother, and I were out front. My oldest went in the house and came out with a "Happy Meal" stop watch and wanted me to time how fast he could run from our drive way to the street sign and back (about 90 yards).
After a couple of times, he wanted me to do it. I then badgered Jina about doing it. She finally caved (she can be very competitive at times) and went in to change. While she was doing this, I measured the sidewalk sections and figured out how many it took to equal 40 yards.
After she ran the timed out and back, we started running timed 4o's. All three boys got in on it, my dad (75 y.o.) ran with the twins, and Jina and I kept running them, with me arguing that the stop watch or the operator had to be off, as there was no way she could stay that close to me in a 40 yard sprint. She returned the smack talk...and so the afternoon wore on.
Mom and Dad left and I decided that the curving path of the cul de sac's sidewalk was prohibitive to good times, so we marked off a start and finish line in the street, retrieved my stop watch for more accurate measures and ran even more, with my son throwing in a 200 yard run +/- to my parents house and back. I tried, but respiratory issues made anything longer than the 100 yards to their house an impossibility.
I'm sure the neighbors had a good laugh, some might be mad I painted two small orange lines on the street, but who cares, everyone slept well that night.
It is great to see my wife set a positive example for our kids. Jared was even doing pushups in between sprints. She didn't take Mother's Day off, she continued the fine job she does everyday. Despite her need for a Forty.
She'll probably kill me for the post title, but it's kinda true.
After most everyone had left our house, the boys, Jina, my parents and brother, and I were out front. My oldest went in the house and came out with a "Happy Meal" stop watch and wanted me to time how fast he could run from our drive way to the street sign and back (about 90 yards).
After a couple of times, he wanted me to do it. I then badgered Jina about doing it. She finally caved (she can be very competitive at times) and went in to change. While she was doing this, I measured the sidewalk sections and figured out how many it took to equal 40 yards.
After she ran the timed out and back, we started running timed 4o's. All three boys got in on it, my dad (75 y.o.) ran with the twins, and Jina and I kept running them, with me arguing that the stop watch or the operator had to be off, as there was no way she could stay that close to me in a 40 yard sprint. She returned the smack talk...and so the afternoon wore on.
Mom and Dad left and I decided that the curving path of the cul de sac's sidewalk was prohibitive to good times, so we marked off a start and finish line in the street, retrieved my stop watch for more accurate measures and ran even more, with my son throwing in a 200 yard run +/- to my parents house and back. I tried, but respiratory issues made anything longer than the 100 yards to their house an impossibility.
I'm sure the neighbors had a good laugh, some might be mad I painted two small orange lines on the street, but who cares, everyone slept well that night.
It is great to see my wife set a positive example for our kids. Jared was even doing pushups in between sprints. She didn't take Mother's Day off, she continued the fine job she does everyday. Despite her need for a Forty.
05 May 2009
Whew!
Been awhile since I blogged last.
Since then, I've ticked off another year of longevity and logged a run in a new city...Minneapolis, MN. (I've got to get my list back up of places I've run)
It has been a stressful 7 to 10 days, I didn't even get out of work on time on my Birthday....waahhhh!
As I said, I've been loggin a few miles and still hitting the weights. Not much else to share.
Hope this finds everyone well!
Since then, I've ticked off another year of longevity and logged a run in a new city...Minneapolis, MN. (I've got to get my list back up of places I've run)
It has been a stressful 7 to 10 days, I didn't even get out of work on time on my Birthday....waahhhh!
As I said, I've been loggin a few miles and still hitting the weights. Not much else to share.
Hope this finds everyone well!
29 April 2009
How Healthy are You?
Being Fit for the King, isn't just about physical fitness. We need to strive to be fit in every aspect of our life.
Found this test on CNNMoney and found it interesting and potentially useful for a quick check up.
http://cgi.money.cnn.com/tools/financialhealth/index.html
See my poll at the right and if you don't mind answering it, anonymous of course, let's see how we all are doing.
Found this test on CNNMoney and found it interesting and potentially useful for a quick check up.
http://cgi.money.cnn.com/tools/financialhealth/index.html
See my poll at the right and if you don't mind answering it, anonymous of course, let's see how we all are doing.
28 April 2009
Trip South Confirms Discrimination
I sit here tonight distraught, perplexed, angered, disappointed, and saddened. This country has come a long way, but now I'm convinced that discrimination is alive and well even today.
I first went to Home Depot and witnessed it there, then a trip to Target and I find the same thing. I'm walking the store to burn up some time and to have something to do and then as I'm looking at bathroom accessories to put in the RV, I'm confronted with the blatent discrimination. A discrimination that first surfaced, although I had tried to not believe it, when we were looking at accomodations for Disney.
My wife and I are discriminated against because we have 3 kids. Seriously, if you have more than 2 kids you are not allowed the same benefits that a couple with four kids receives. Disney's great vacation packages...designed for four people...add a fifth and they will not allow you stay in the lowest priced resorts and don't forget you've got to tack on an additional full price ticket package. Worse yet, try to find a toothbrush holder that is designed for more than four toothbrushes.
Don't hate us because we've got more than two kids, try it for yourself...
I first went to Home Depot and witnessed it there, then a trip to Target and I find the same thing. I'm walking the store to burn up some time and to have something to do and then as I'm looking at bathroom accessories to put in the RV, I'm confronted with the blatent discrimination. A discrimination that first surfaced, although I had tried to not believe it, when we were looking at accomodations for Disney.
My wife and I are discriminated against because we have 3 kids. Seriously, if you have more than 2 kids you are not allowed the same benefits that a couple with four kids receives. Disney's great vacation packages...designed for four people...add a fifth and they will not allow you stay in the lowest priced resorts and don't forget you've got to tack on an additional full price ticket package. Worse yet, try to find a toothbrush holder that is designed for more than four toothbrushes.
Don't hate us because we've got more than two kids, try it for yourself...
22 April 2009
FIT ain't HEALTHY!
Huh?
Yep, being fit doesn't equate to being healthy. I've had to learn that the hard way. For three years I've run and exercised through pains, strains, and illness with constant fear that not doing so would cause me to lose my fitness level.
I am now currently convinced that the nagging hammy and upper respiratory issues that I'm still trying to shake all come down to assuming I could "FIT" my way through anything and come out OK on the other side. Bottom line, just because I was FIT, didn't mean I was HEALTHY and my drive to be FIT, actually has caused me now to be UNHEALTHY.
Anyway, I've resumed cardio on the elliptical machine and I find that thing monotonous. I've altered my lifting routine to be a modified circuit training, hitting all muscle groups in the same workout, three days per week, with cardio planned for the other three.
As it currently stands, I've increased the weight in my final and heaviest set on the bench press by 30 lbs since the first of the year, my weight is staying in the same range as when I was running every day, I've added definition to my arms and shoulders, and best of all, I don't spend all day Saturday dreading that my kids will ask me to play something that requires the energy I burned up on the morning's long run.
At this time, I doubt I will ever return to the level of mileage I was logging before. I will do more marathons, but I will do them to complete them with little thought give to doing them fast. One of my friends who is running the KDF mini this weekend has the annoying habit of bounding up hills with a smile and energy that irritates her two running partners. I'm one of them, and though her weekly mileage has never come close to mine, she handles the hills better. I'm convinced it's the extra 8 years of experience my body has on it...crud...almost 9 years, forgot I've got a birthday coming up. OK, she doesn't log the miles, but she does log tons of time teaching and taking Jazzercise. The result, I believe, is that she maintains her cardio level, but never beats her body up with repetitive running, and running, and more running. She works different muscle groups throughout the week so that overall she stays fresh. Me, when I was running every day, I was always dragging.
Now before any hard core runners jump on me about this, let me say, some individual's physique, genetics, lifestyle, and life obligations allow them to train with high mileage. Personally, I've found that 60-65 hr work weeks, 5 to 6 hours of sleep per night, 9 meals of forced eating out each week, and other demands on my time and energy just are not conducive to me logging the miles that I was and not breaking down. No, 25 miles a week, is not very many, but given everything else, it was too much.
Well, another lesson learned the hard way. I should have paid attention. I had a co-worker who was a former tri-athlete and ultra-marathoner who still logged 20 milers for fitness and recreation every weekend. He was a fine example of the shape I hope to be in when I turn 60. Well, that is except for the throat and prostate cancer he was diagnosed with. Both, slow growing and doctors told him old age would get him before the cancer would, but still, he wasn't entirely healthy. Fit, yes. Healthy, no.
Postscript: I apologize if my writings are not always grammatically correct. I used to read and reread to try to organize my thoughts. Currently, I'm just typing my thoughts as they roll out of my head..yep, like a BB in a box car...anyway, I'm trying to cram in posting along with everything else. Speaking of which, time to go pack to go home tomorrow.
Yep, being fit doesn't equate to being healthy. I've had to learn that the hard way. For three years I've run and exercised through pains, strains, and illness with constant fear that not doing so would cause me to lose my fitness level.
I am now currently convinced that the nagging hammy and upper respiratory issues that I'm still trying to shake all come down to assuming I could "FIT" my way through anything and come out OK on the other side. Bottom line, just because I was FIT, didn't mean I was HEALTHY and my drive to be FIT, actually has caused me now to be UNHEALTHY.
Anyway, I've resumed cardio on the elliptical machine and I find that thing monotonous. I've altered my lifting routine to be a modified circuit training, hitting all muscle groups in the same workout, three days per week, with cardio planned for the other three.
As it currently stands, I've increased the weight in my final and heaviest set on the bench press by 30 lbs since the first of the year, my weight is staying in the same range as when I was running every day, I've added definition to my arms and shoulders, and best of all, I don't spend all day Saturday dreading that my kids will ask me to play something that requires the energy I burned up on the morning's long run.
At this time, I doubt I will ever return to the level of mileage I was logging before. I will do more marathons, but I will do them to complete them with little thought give to doing them fast. One of my friends who is running the KDF mini this weekend has the annoying habit of bounding up hills with a smile and energy that irritates her two running partners. I'm one of them, and though her weekly mileage has never come close to mine, she handles the hills better. I'm convinced it's the extra 8 years of experience my body has on it...crud...almost 9 years, forgot I've got a birthday coming up. OK, she doesn't log the miles, but she does log tons of time teaching and taking Jazzercise. The result, I believe, is that she maintains her cardio level, but never beats her body up with repetitive running, and running, and more running. She works different muscle groups throughout the week so that overall she stays fresh. Me, when I was running every day, I was always dragging.
Now before any hard core runners jump on me about this, let me say, some individual's physique, genetics, lifestyle, and life obligations allow them to train with high mileage. Personally, I've found that 60-65 hr work weeks, 5 to 6 hours of sleep per night, 9 meals of forced eating out each week, and other demands on my time and energy just are not conducive to me logging the miles that I was and not breaking down. No, 25 miles a week, is not very many, but given everything else, it was too much.
Well, another lesson learned the hard way. I should have paid attention. I had a co-worker who was a former tri-athlete and ultra-marathoner who still logged 20 milers for fitness and recreation every weekend. He was a fine example of the shape I hope to be in when I turn 60. Well, that is except for the throat and prostate cancer he was diagnosed with. Both, slow growing and doctors told him old age would get him before the cancer would, but still, he wasn't entirely healthy. Fit, yes. Healthy, no.
Postscript: I apologize if my writings are not always grammatically correct. I used to read and reread to try to organize my thoughts. Currently, I'm just typing my thoughts as they roll out of my head..yep, like a BB in a box car...anyway, I'm trying to cram in posting along with everything else. Speaking of which, time to go pack to go home tomorrow.
With Gilligan, the Skipper too...
I don't remember whether it was the original show or a made for TV movie, "Return to Gilligan's Island"????, but I remember the start of a boat trip, once they are well underway, that the Skipper inquires as to whether every thing was prepared and made ready before they left. Gilligan proudly talks about how well he cleaned and prepared everything, even cleaning and fixing the compass and getting a little black rock (the magnet) out of it. Well, if you know the premise of the show, and subsequent made for TV events, you know what happens.
Why did I remember this? Seems in releasing the documents concerning CIA interrogation techniques our President referenced that the country had lost its "moral bearings" in allowing such things to go on. Man I'm glad it only happened in the last 8 years and now things have been set straight again.
You see, I had feared... that in a country where we kill an unborn child, for reasons of convenience, a "choice" and the killing of unwanted dogs a crime, where government can spend billions on an airplane or a community hundreds of thousands on fireworks, yet we can't figure out a way to provide even basic affordable health care for our children, or where some will rally to show support for a "wayward" youth turned to piracy on the high seas, while condemning our soldiers for actions they take under the pressures of combat deployment (poor decisions and choices are made in every war, yes even WWII, which the News Reels sanitized and left us all to believe each one of our grandfathers and fathers were Angelic Heroes. Heroes yes, Angels, No. It was WAR and WAR is Hell no matter what they show back home)...well I had feared we were already a bit lost.
Mr. President, I had high hopes when you were elected, that just maybe, it wouldn't be politics as usual, that a new wind might sweep across this country. Well it did....it was hot air....seems that all politicians are full of it.
May God Bless the USA. Because we sure need it.
Why did I remember this? Seems in releasing the documents concerning CIA interrogation techniques our President referenced that the country had lost its "moral bearings" in allowing such things to go on. Man I'm glad it only happened in the last 8 years and now things have been set straight again.
You see, I had feared... that in a country where we kill an unborn child, for reasons of convenience, a "choice" and the killing of unwanted dogs a crime, where government can spend billions on an airplane or a community hundreds of thousands on fireworks, yet we can't figure out a way to provide even basic affordable health care for our children, or where some will rally to show support for a "wayward" youth turned to piracy on the high seas, while condemning our soldiers for actions they take under the pressures of combat deployment (poor decisions and choices are made in every war, yes even WWII, which the News Reels sanitized and left us all to believe each one of our grandfathers and fathers were Angelic Heroes. Heroes yes, Angels, No. It was WAR and WAR is Hell no matter what they show back home)...well I had feared we were already a bit lost.
Mr. President, I had high hopes when you were elected, that just maybe, it wouldn't be politics as usual, that a new wind might sweep across this country. Well it did....it was hot air....seems that all politicians are full of it.
May God Bless the USA. Because we sure need it.
19 April 2009
Renovations...help please!
Same useless info, new blog name!
As I struggle to determine what path my fitness future will take, I'm confident that I still want to be fit, I'm just struggling with whether I will continue to have a heavy emphasis on running or any single fitness activity in near exclusion of others.
Here is a tidbit of my struggle, in case you're curious. Saturday morning: Do I run? or, Do I rise early, fix breakfast for the family and then commit my day to tasks such as working on our old RV (a necessity when your RV is almost as old as you are.)?
I chose the latter option. That would have been a stressful decision just 3 months ago.
Anyway, I thought I'd change things up a bit, but in doing so, I lost some information importing a template I thought I wanted. That info included the links to many blogs that I previously had listed....Sooooo...
If your blog was listed on my site before, please shoot me the link. I was able to google up some, others I linked from the comments box on older posts, but alas, some of you don't have your blog link on your profile....please help me.
Thanks, and I promise to try to post things of relevance, interest, or hopefully humor as I move ahead.
James
As I struggle to determine what path my fitness future will take, I'm confident that I still want to be fit, I'm just struggling with whether I will continue to have a heavy emphasis on running or any single fitness activity in near exclusion of others.
Here is a tidbit of my struggle, in case you're curious. Saturday morning: Do I run? or, Do I rise early, fix breakfast for the family and then commit my day to tasks such as working on our old RV (a necessity when your RV is almost as old as you are.)?
I chose the latter option. That would have been a stressful decision just 3 months ago.
Anyway, I thought I'd change things up a bit, but in doing so, I lost some information importing a template I thought I wanted. That info included the links to many blogs that I previously had listed....Sooooo...
If your blog was listed on my site before, please shoot me the link. I was able to google up some, others I linked from the comments box on older posts, but alas, some of you don't have your blog link on your profile....please help me.
Thanks, and I promise to try to post things of relevance, interest, or hopefully humor as I move ahead.
James
16 April 2009
T-Ball, Baseball, Christianity
T-ball isn't baseball. Yes, the premise is the same, but batting through the line up, not counting outs or runs, non-existent fielding for most kids, and coaches roaming the fields providing instruction at every turn is not a game, it is instruction or practice.
Now, don't get me wrong, I loved coaching T-ball, and it serves a genuine need to help kids learn the game of baseball, but in reality, at the end of the day most parents just want to see their kids playing something and the general consensus is that everyone should get a participation medal or trophy.
My oldest has moved up to machine pitch. A league in which a pitching machine is used to deliver consistent pitches that allow the game to flow and the kids to continue to develop hitting skills without the inconsistency of 6, 7, and 8 year olds trying to throw strikes.
Beyond the machine part of it, and a few rules to ensure the games flow efficiently without punishing the kids for having undeveloped skills, the game is baseball. Outs count, runs count, their is a winner and a loser, there is elation and disappointment. The building blocks of character.
Here's where my problem lies. I never possessed the physical stature or athletic prowess to be successful in baseball during my teen years. I did, however, learn the skills, and as I moved into adult softball leagues, I played, I think, fairly well. I'm not a flashy fielder, with the arm needed to make plays from deep in the hole at short, but hit 'em as hard as you like, I'll stay in front and make the play.
Where my adherence to the skills of baseball becomes a problem is when I work with Jared. I push for the same perfection and adherence to skills. Skills that he hasn't developed yet, and skills that are not always fun to learn, particularly when you're 7 and you can't see where endless ground balls and corrective batting practice is leading. Before I go on, know that I'm trying to change, and at games, I'm supportive, not bashing mine or any other kid for mistakes or miscues...that's for the ride home...just kidding.
Anyway, I got to thinking this week, and hence the blog, that unfortunately the parent's approach to T-ball and my approach to my son's baseball skills are perfect examples of the way too many approach Christianity.
On one end of the spectrum are those who fall into the participation crowd. They believe that we can't tell anyone their beliefs are inconsistent with God's word and that "good" people go to heaven as long as they "love" one another. They like to point out that Christ's message was about love and that Old Testament laws pointing out what God finds distasteful were replaced by Christ's message of "love". Seems they miss the whole passage when Christ says he came to fulfill the law, not abolish it.
Matthew 5:17-20
The Fulfillment of the Law
17"Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them. 18I tell you the truth, until heaven and earth disappear, not the smallest letter, not the least stroke of a pen, will by any means disappear from the Law until everything is accomplished. 19Anyone who breaks one of the least of these commandments and teaches others to do the same will be called least in the kingdom of heaven, but whoever practices and teaches these commands will be called great in the kingdom of heaven. 20For I tell you that unless your righteousness surpasses that of the Pharisees and the teachers of the law, you will certainly not enter the kingdom of heaven.
On the other end of the spectrum are those who approach Christianity in the same manner I approach my sons baseball play. Anything short of their vision of perfection is unacceptable. They insist on arguing every aspect of doctrine, debating to "no end" what is right or wrong and insisting that others are less faithful, dare I say, maybe even less Christian, if they choose to worship differently or view doctrinal issues differently.
Christ covers this end of the spectrum as well.
Matthew 23:13-15 (read the entire chapter for more references)
13"Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You shut the kingdom of heaven in men's faces. You yourselves do not enter, nor will you let those enter who are trying to.[c]
15"Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You travel over land and sea to win a single convert, and when he becomes one, you make him twice as much a son of hell as you are.
Neither is right! Just as T-ball taught my son little about the game of baseball and created no love for the genuine article, just as my insistence on my son learning and performing skills at a level far beyond his years strips him of any budding love for the game, so also these two approaches to our Christian faith provide little reason for people to want to experience what we know to be true.
Now, don't get me wrong, I loved coaching T-ball, and it serves a genuine need to help kids learn the game of baseball, but in reality, at the end of the day most parents just want to see their kids playing something and the general consensus is that everyone should get a participation medal or trophy.
My oldest has moved up to machine pitch. A league in which a pitching machine is used to deliver consistent pitches that allow the game to flow and the kids to continue to develop hitting skills without the inconsistency of 6, 7, and 8 year olds trying to throw strikes.
Beyond the machine part of it, and a few rules to ensure the games flow efficiently without punishing the kids for having undeveloped skills, the game is baseball. Outs count, runs count, their is a winner and a loser, there is elation and disappointment. The building blocks of character.
Here's where my problem lies. I never possessed the physical stature or athletic prowess to be successful in baseball during my teen years. I did, however, learn the skills, and as I moved into adult softball leagues, I played, I think, fairly well. I'm not a flashy fielder, with the arm needed to make plays from deep in the hole at short, but hit 'em as hard as you like, I'll stay in front and make the play.
Where my adherence to the skills of baseball becomes a problem is when I work with Jared. I push for the same perfection and adherence to skills. Skills that he hasn't developed yet, and skills that are not always fun to learn, particularly when you're 7 and you can't see where endless ground balls and corrective batting practice is leading. Before I go on, know that I'm trying to change, and at games, I'm supportive, not bashing mine or any other kid for mistakes or miscues...that's for the ride home...just kidding.
Anyway, I got to thinking this week, and hence the blog, that unfortunately the parent's approach to T-ball and my approach to my son's baseball skills are perfect examples of the way too many approach Christianity.
On one end of the spectrum are those who fall into the participation crowd. They believe that we can't tell anyone their beliefs are inconsistent with God's word and that "good" people go to heaven as long as they "love" one another. They like to point out that Christ's message was about love and that Old Testament laws pointing out what God finds distasteful were replaced by Christ's message of "love". Seems they miss the whole passage when Christ says he came to fulfill the law, not abolish it.
Matthew 5:17-20
The Fulfillment of the Law
17"Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them. 18I tell you the truth, until heaven and earth disappear, not the smallest letter, not the least stroke of a pen, will by any means disappear from the Law until everything is accomplished. 19Anyone who breaks one of the least of these commandments and teaches others to do the same will be called least in the kingdom of heaven, but whoever practices and teaches these commands will be called great in the kingdom of heaven. 20For I tell you that unless your righteousness surpasses that of the Pharisees and the teachers of the law, you will certainly not enter the kingdom of heaven.
On the other end of the spectrum are those who approach Christianity in the same manner I approach my sons baseball play. Anything short of their vision of perfection is unacceptable. They insist on arguing every aspect of doctrine, debating to "no end" what is right or wrong and insisting that others are less faithful, dare I say, maybe even less Christian, if they choose to worship differently or view doctrinal issues differently.
Christ covers this end of the spectrum as well.
Matthew 23:13-15 (read the entire chapter for more references)
13"Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You shut the kingdom of heaven in men's faces. You yourselves do not enter, nor will you let those enter who are trying to.[c]
15"Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You travel over land and sea to win a single convert, and when he becomes one, you make him twice as much a son of hell as you are.
Neither is right! Just as T-ball taught my son little about the game of baseball and created no love for the genuine article, just as my insistence on my son learning and performing skills at a level far beyond his years strips him of any budding love for the game, so also these two approaches to our Christian faith provide little reason for people to want to experience what we know to be true.
12 April 2009
Road To Recovery
As I sit here and enjoy a cup of coffee and scan the news stories, I took a moment to check the Papa Johns 10 miler results to check on some friends and aquaintances. The times weren't up yet.
Great job by Daniel, Alicia, and Tammy who ran the 10 miler. I got to see them all at the Easter Egg hunt yesterday, and it was a bit strange not to be part of the group. Sitting out and not running will prove to be a wise decision, but it has also begun to spark my desire to run again.
Perhaps, as I draw a few days closer to my final year in my thirties, running is my identity, at least the one I can control. My wife makes me a husband, my kids make me a dad, my job an employee, but gone are the days when I considered myself a hunter, a fisherman, or a ball player. All these were identities I held because of what I chose to do.
Well anyway, I wax philosophically this morning, and I'm not a philosopher, so I'll put on my shirt and tie to join the family for church. Actually, being a runner is great, but I think being a husband and dad is most important, and I control that as well. Being "married" doesn't make me a husband, and fathering kids doesn't make me a dad. Both I have to choose to be.
Happy Easter!
Matthew 28:5-7
5The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. 6He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. 7Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."
Great job by Daniel, Alicia, and Tammy who ran the 10 miler. I got to see them all at the Easter Egg hunt yesterday, and it was a bit strange not to be part of the group. Sitting out and not running will prove to be a wise decision, but it has also begun to spark my desire to run again.
Perhaps, as I draw a few days closer to my final year in my thirties, running is my identity, at least the one I can control. My wife makes me a husband, my kids make me a dad, my job an employee, but gone are the days when I considered myself a hunter, a fisherman, or a ball player. All these were identities I held because of what I chose to do.
Well anyway, I wax philosophically this morning, and I'm not a philosopher, so I'll put on my shirt and tie to join the family for church. Actually, being a runner is great, but I think being a husband and dad is most important, and I control that as well. Being "married" doesn't make me a husband, and fathering kids doesn't make me a dad. Both I have to choose to be.
Happy Easter!
Matthew 28:5-7
5The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. 6He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. 7Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."
06 April 2009
KDF MINI
As I sit here trying to suck in a full breath through chest congestion that has plagued me since Thanksgiving, I had originally planned to blog tonight on whether or not I was going to follow through with another KDF Mini.
This morning was a struggle to breath well enough to run 2.5 miles and walk another half. In the past couple of months, I've pushed through days and weeks like today, an I'm starting to wonder at what cost. Currently I'm battling daily fatigue, a nagging hamstring, and I'm so worn down, I don't even suffer OLS anymore...I don't think I could be excited or competitive about much of anything right now.
With that in mind, I got my Mini question answered for me tonight. As I lay watching the Channel 9, news at 9 broadcast, waiting for the NCAA Championship, the news flashed...KDF Mini and Marathon registration closed, two weeks earlier than anticipated. Guess what? I wasn't registered.
Part of me is sad, because I have friends who will be running and because I've been involved with the race for the past three years. Part of me elated, I don't have to feel like I wimped out. Part of me, a big part, just wants to be rested and well.
Anyway, I want to do a fall marathon...I think...for now, that's a long way off. I think I'm gonna let my lungs rest, and put in hour long lifting sessions for a few weeks instead of my usual 30 minutes of cardio and 30 minutes of weights.
Well enough for now, I'm gonna go watch the game.
This morning was a struggle to breath well enough to run 2.5 miles and walk another half. In the past couple of months, I've pushed through days and weeks like today, an I'm starting to wonder at what cost. Currently I'm battling daily fatigue, a nagging hamstring, and I'm so worn down, I don't even suffer OLS anymore...I don't think I could be excited or competitive about much of anything right now.
With that in mind, I got my Mini question answered for me tonight. As I lay watching the Channel 9, news at 9 broadcast, waiting for the NCAA Championship, the news flashed...KDF Mini and Marathon registration closed, two weeks earlier than anticipated. Guess what? I wasn't registered.
Part of me is sad, because I have friends who will be running and because I've been involved with the race for the past three years. Part of me elated, I don't have to feel like I wimped out. Part of me, a big part, just wants to be rested and well.
Anyway, I want to do a fall marathon...I think...for now, that's a long way off. I think I'm gonna let my lungs rest, and put in hour long lifting sessions for a few weeks instead of my usual 30 minutes of cardio and 30 minutes of weights.
Well enough for now, I'm gonna go watch the game.
02 April 2009
Jackson Mississippi
Well, our operations are up and going. Always hectic when we start a new one, but hey, we're still growing. Nothing to sneeze at these days.
No early morning run, early morning was spent on my regular duties, dashed off to the office at 7 and worked until 5. Ok, we finally had lunch at 4 and used the time to review some schedule changes, so maybe I actually only worked until 4????
Back to the hotel, changed clothes, back downtown, and log another city in the places I've run category. 4 miles. Great news was that there is a YMCA just down the interstate from my hotel. Man did they have some old equipment. Still managed to get in an upper body circuit. Back to hotel, shower, hit Wal-mart for supplies, then dinner at 8:30 back to hotel by 9:30, emails 'til 10:45, blog 'til 11...good night....(for what it's worth, all times are central..my body hates central time!)
No early morning run, early morning was spent on my regular duties, dashed off to the office at 7 and worked until 5. Ok, we finally had lunch at 4 and used the time to review some schedule changes, so maybe I actually only worked until 4????
Back to the hotel, changed clothes, back downtown, and log another city in the places I've run category. 4 miles. Great news was that there is a YMCA just down the interstate from my hotel. Man did they have some old equipment. Still managed to get in an upper body circuit. Back to hotel, shower, hit Wal-mart for supplies, then dinner at 8:30 back to hotel by 9:30, emails 'til 10:45, blog 'til 11...good night....(for what it's worth, all times are central..my body hates central time!)
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