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Sunday, May 13, 2012

Recent thoughts of a runner “this guy”


     Over the past couple years I have “run” into many kinds of runners. I have even come up with little nick names for them.

The Speedy: this runner is all about the race times how to shave that .10 of a sec. off there time. They know all there times from all there races and can tell you every sec of there PR events.

The Gadget: This runner always has the latest and greatest in running technology.   

The Free Runner: This runner never has more than the basic necessities to complete there run.

The Trainer: This runner is always training for something but you never know what.

The Steady: This runner is not fast but they can keep going at a “steady” pace for days.

The Jokester: This runner is more about having a good time instead of a fast time. 

The Brain: This runner has more knowledge about running in there pinky finger then most will know in a life time.

The Stressor: This runner gets stressed out about an event, time, course, and so on. 

The Run-a-way: This runner started running/working out to get away form something. Addiction, stress from life, a past relationship.

The Improver: This runner is always growing in the running world.

The Idol: This runner is ether very fast or extremely respected by other runners in some way. 

The Newbie:  New to the running world exited and always looking with there ears trying to soak in everything they can.

     Now I’m not saying that a runner falls into only one of these “labels” I myself fall into about 4 of them. I’m not trying to say that anyone of them are bad just some observations. I love the fact that there are so many types of people at events and I have met some amazing people and made some lifetime friends on “the run”. The truth is we may see each other once a week, month, year, but we are like a little family. We talk trash, joke, and share stories from past runs. We fight and bitch with each other sometimes, we don’t always see eye to eye on things, but we are all together for “the run” and that will keep us a family.

     I have start trying to put little events together because I love all of these types of people and I want to give back in some kind of way. Over the past month or so I have had people tell me maybe I should chill out with some of my antics that I have done in the past. That maybe it’s a bad idea for an RD to --- run necked, ware blue jeans, batman underwear, just to name some of the stuff I’ve pulled in the past. I have given that advice a lot of thought and there probably right, but knowing me I’ll probably keep doing it.

    For some reason people think I’m a lot faster than I really am and when they find out that I’m not some 3:10:00 marathon runner they always ask me “what’s your training like?” “what’s your nutrition like?” when I tell them they say you know it you backed off the crap food, do speed work, harder longer runs that you could be faster. I just smile and say “I know” but the truth is I really don’t give a crap. I think if I was to be put into ONE of the labels above I would be “The Run-a-way”. I just like to get out there and forget all the past/new problems in my life. 

    I love that there are so many kinds of people from so many back grounds out there. One thing that a running friend said not to long ago that I just love is. The great thing about the sport of running over other sports is that we are at times on the same field as out idols. We can be the slowest person but run the same course on the same day as the professionals.

    I have also fallen in love with Ultra running for many reasons. It gives me more time to forget and run-a-way. At the end of an Ultra no matter if you were first or last you are treated the same. The mindset of the ultra world is a lot different than your standard 5k or ½ Marathon running group.

The truth about my running is I have never felt as if I was/am/are a runner. Maybe it’s because it’s just a way for me to get away from myself and just be. These are just some things that float around it my little brain. 


Thursday, May 10, 2012

THE EPIC DISASTER THAT WAS LONG CANE.


     Well people this is going to be a bit too much detail about my tummy so get ready. After FHTs big DNF I was hoping to come out of Long Cane stronger than ever, but sadly that did not happen. My pace plan for this run was to run each 10 mile leg in 1hr and 30min. that would put me at the end in under 5hr with aid station stops and the extra miles that come with running one of Terri’s events. Hoping to set a new CR (course record) the old one was 5:13:00. That morning I woke up excited to get on the trail, but my BUTT was working agents me.
     As Bo and I pulled in to the park I almost puked and my stomach was in knots.  Before the race started I was able to chat with friends for a bit and see some new faces some better looking than other. No offence guys but 103 was out of site BAZINGA!!!!!!!!! The race started and I took off. Jeff took off past me and I ran up to keep up with him. I ran with him for a bit talking and joking around for a bit, but had to speed up for my pace plan. Hitting the first 10 miles in 1:33:00 I was going to have to speed it up just a bit. My gut started to cramp really bad and I could feel myself slowing down but pushed passed it as the gas pushed past me.  Sorry for anyone that was behind me at this point. At mile 15 Jeff was back behind me and dealing with the gas chamber that was coming out of me. At mile 20 it was getting over whelming. I got some paper towels from that aid station and was cramping so bad that I had to get help filling up my water bottle.  I caught back up to Jeff after yelling out HUNNY YOU SAID YOU WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME. I was hoping some joking around would take my mind off of it. The 2nd  10 miles took 1:39:00 I was slowing but not too bad. This was a really easy trail. No real rocks or roots. Smooth for the most part not any hard hill to overcome kind of boring really. I heard some people talk about how technical it was. I thought to myself “they have to be joking” but it’s all relative to what they are used to. If they think that trail was technical they have a rude awaking if they keep running trails. (not to offend anyone) that was the 2nd smoothest trail 50k I have ever been on. At mile 22 my gut took over and I could not hold it anymore. Jeff said something along the lines of dude I have to go around you. I moved over and then hell hit. I ducked into the woods and it was game on. I was able to walk/run to aid station 5. When I got there I sat there for about 30 min hoping that my gut would chill out. I got some more paper towels and took off. As I was leaving I saw Dan coming up and he put his hand out as to pat my gut. I think he may have seen the fear in my eyes and pulled his hand back. It he would have given me a good game tap that would have been the end. At mile at mile 27 back in the woods squatting. I walked the next 2 miles trying to keep it tight if you know what I mean. At mile 28 it hit again but was all out of TP. Looking at my socks I was thinking well gonna have to finish sockless. I hit mile 29 and there was Allison. I remember looking up and thinking God. I asked if she had any TP and she handed me a little that he had and backing in the woods I went. It was so bad tears started coming out of my eyes. It was one of those soft serve kind of days. As I hit mile 31 I remember thinking well here comes the Terri miles. Hoping to be at the end soon I ended up coming up on Viktor’s mom as she was out on the trail taking pictures. I knew I was close to the end and so happy.
     When I got to the end I sat down and tried to get my gut under control. A couple more bathroom breaks and I seemed to have gotten past the worst of it all. My final time was  6:31:52 I ended up 21st overall. So in the end it took me longer to walk/run/poo the last 10 miles than it did to run the first 22. Jeff ended up first and setting a new CR with a time of 5:08:02 not sure if I would have gotten past him in the end but would have loved to see a sprint for 1st. There were a lot of new Ultra runners out there and it’s always good to see the sport grow. I had a good time just sitting around and talking with everyone and watching our friends finish there runs. In the END it was a good day. I can look back now and find it funny but at the time I was using A LOT of four letter words.