Update March 2015: No yoga. Not going to be any yoga.
Update January 2015: Microdiscectomy on L4/L5.
Update December 2014: Herniated disc in back.
One of the key benefits of getting older is that your body gets smarter. The more miles I run, the more my body has learned to use the smallest number of muscles necessary to run. This efficiency results in a few comparatively powerful muscles working like iPhone assembly wage slaves while a whole bunch of atrophied muscles sit around eating Jax and cheering on the effort. “Woot,” yells latissimus. “You go, hamstrings! Woooot!”
Eventually, however, my head will overwhelm the working muscles with increased demands without increased recovery time and the working muscles will tire and finally call upon the no-twitch muscles for some support. This ends poorly for me. Latissimus, or some other welfare-sucking muscle, jumps off the couch, spills his beer, sprints to the door, and promptly tears himself in half. Every witness nerve pisses himself. Pain wakes up, flicks open her eyes, and shouts, “holy shit! Did someone just kill Latissimus!? What the fucking fuck!?” Surrounding muscles panic and spasm. It’s a real messy shit show.
So then my back hurts and it’s hard to do anything strenuous, like stand up or lift a glass of water. After a couple days of ibuprofen or naproxen, I’ll overlook the awkwardness of my doctor’s last vigorous prostrate examination and make an appointment. We’ll see how that goes.
Yoga might be better… dark yoga. Not “am I sweating because of the workout or because it’s 90 degrees in here” yoga, but a new yoga. Which flavor of yoga throws out all of these concepts of calm ohm community and harnesses chi instead for personal gain? How does one channel chi to smite competitors? Where can I get a red light saber?
Ran the 2014 Back the Track 5K to help raise funds to build a new running track in Marblehead. Was trying to break 19 mins, but the start of the race was a bit of a crowded scene and someone fell down, so I’m blaming the extra 9 seconds on that! Finished in 19:08 for about 6:10 mile pace.
Real highlight was having a beer
with near Shalane Flanagan anyway!
Results are in from the 2014 Pre-Thanksgiving Survey. Prime Rib and oysters are a go! Almost full reporting below:
- Personal Record of 3:21:41! (Better is better.)
- Finished the race feeling a little less bad than last year!
- Was on pace for BQ until leg cramps and old age combined in a spectacular pincer movement to restore me to a more appropriate running pace.
- Great weather and occasional views of river and fast food!
- Lunch with my wife! Great support team!
- No Boston Qualifier. Missed Boston qualifying time by 6:41.
- Leg cramps came on again late in the race. I could actually hear my hamstring say to my quadricep, “there is NO grizzly or polar bear chasing us! I repeat: there is NO PREDATOR chasing us, so clearly we need to stop this foolishness! Cramp… CRAMP now!”
- Do not look at any pictures of me running this race. Every time I saw a camera person something was going wrong.
Here are the mile Splits. Can you tell where bad stuff happened?
1 – 7:21.5
2 – 7:09.5
3 – 7:20.8
4 – 7:22.2
5 – 7:27.1
6 – 7:18.3
7 – 7:18.0
8 – 7:10.4
9 – 7:09.5
10 – 7:09.9
11 – 7:18.8
12 – 7:12.3
13 – 7:10.0
14 – 7:21.8
15 – 7:21.7
16 – 7:33.0
17 – 7:43.3
18 – 7:38.4
19 – 7:16.8
20 – 7:36.1
21 – 10:33.5 (Thank you, kind spectator, for throwing me a gu!)
22 – 8:17.6
23 – 8:05.0
24 – 8:27.1
25 – 8:30.0
26 – 8:04.3
27 – 3:37.9 (forgot to stop watch at end of race).