Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Basket Case

Preface:  By popular demand (i.e. one person) I was asked to blog about my diet and weight loss.

I am one of those, melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it.

I have lost some weight, but it was actually never my goal.  Yeah, I weigh myself multiple times a day, but overall, I'm comfortable with my weight.  What I am focussed on is losing fat.  A year ago, I was hitting nearly 20% body fat, I'm now at 13% that translates to losing 10 pounds of fat, which is funny enough the "weight" I lost.  Not to brag, but that is really quite remarkable... to lose 10 pounds and have it all fat and not any muscle mass.

As I get older, I come to the realization that I have choices to make.  On one hand, I could eat what I want without a care in the world, or in the other, eat what I need to live a healthier, fuller life.

First off, a bit of background on me.

For years, I've eaten awful.  Never a concern in the world about all the crap that goes inside me.  I used to get excited when McDonald's coupons came in the mail and I'd go through the apartment recycle box to pick up some extras.  Two Quarter Pounders, fries and wash it down with some Coke... yummy!!

This type of thinking isn't one summer, one year, or even a decade.  It was a lifetime.  In Grade 3 I would order 3 hot dogs at school, with the teacher asking me if it was for a younger sibling... um, no.  Chocolate and pop were also mainstays of my diet.

But I happened upon a book, that just seemed to make sense to me.  Michael Pollan's In Defense of Food: An Eater's Manifesto  To summarize, he says real food (i.e. not the prepackaged stuff at the supermarkets, which he labels as "edible foodlike substances") is more difficult to come by, more expensive to purchase, and more difficult to prepare.  However, it is necessary to enrich our lives, enlarge our sense of what it means to be healthy, and bring pleasure back to eating.

Nowhere in the book does he suggest eliminating animal meat.  Reducing, yes, but not eliminate.  That was of my own doing.  Since I am a very binary, I didn't want to limit animal products since the word "limit" is way too arbitrary.  I know some people that morally eliminate red meat.  I find it odd that it's okay to eat a chicken, but not okay to consume marshmallows (eg. gelatin) or heme iron (i.e. required for her health).  For me, I chose instead to eliminate all animal meats, but eggs.  I have some reservations on fish, but instead of it being strictly a moral decision, I decided to eliminate it on my concerns with overfishing and the huge repercussions that we are likely to suffer.

Was it hard?  Not really.  I tell myself, I want to see my family and loved ones for as long as I can.  If that means making small sacrifices, like what I eat, to make that happen, then it's worth it.

Here's some my thoughts/advice:
  1. Start off slow, flirt with a healthier eating.  Don't purchase the 5 pound bag of alfalfa sprouts on day 1.  Start with small changes in a healthier direction.
  2. Minimize the portion of animal meats to a couple of finger sized portions, while bulking up on the vegetables.
  3. Make sure you have plenty of your favourite fruits around all the time.  Given a choice of eating some chips or going to the store to buy an apple, the easy to access chips are going to win every time.
  4. As a runner, I don't worry to much about consuming too much carbs, but I do try to avoid simple ones (i.e. white bread, pop, etc.).  I'm anti-Atkins.
  5. Reduce unnecessary fat.  I like cream in coffee and peanut butter and that's only some of my vices.  But I do stick with tomato sauces for my pasta and mix in egg whites when possible.
  6. Watch Food Inc.  
I view losing fat/weight as a bonus to what I hope is a longer, healthier life.  A bonus in terms of letting me run faster/longer/better. I honestly don't know if this lifestyle choice is going to let me live longer.  I hope. I'll let you know when I'm on my deathbed ;)

"Eat food, not too much, mostly plants." - M Pollan

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Inevitable

Just 5 weeks until Vancouver Marathon.

I find myself in as much discomfort as last week after doing something innocuous... buckling my daughter's ski boots.

While I know I'm healing, I also know that I am far from feeling good.  I went for a run.  Wanted it slow and easy, to build my base back up.  But I'm still having issues with hard breathing.  I don't know if I'm going to be able to get many +30k runs in between now and race day.  I'm content with my speed, but not at all happy about the miles I haven't done.  

Life is so unpredictable.

On a slightly unrelated note, a friend recently said to me, "XXX was inevitable."  I replied, "what does inevitable mean?"  (Yes, I do know what it means).  The friend went on to say, that there was only ever going to be the one conclusion.

I don't like that.

I don't believe in inevitable.

I don't believe in destiny.

I suppose in life, if something was inevitable, what would we do differently?  I'd think, everything.

Instead we are fortunate that nothing in life is inevitable.  Take running for instance, especially a marathon distance, there are so variables.

Training is all about minimizing the bad, while enforcing the good.  We train for months and try to prepare our bodies for the 26 miles, but then it all may boil down to how much water we drank, how we slept or something as silly as wearing cotton socks instead of "tech" ones, which is a true story of a friend that ended up with blisters and bloody feet :P

So when I hear "inevitable", I think back of the days when I was one of the slowest kids in PE.  I'm sure many thought it'd be inevitable I'd stay the slowest.  I'm no speed demon now, but I can certainly hold my own.  But I'm not out to prove to those people or anyone, I'm out to prove to myself.

I'll end with a nice inevitable quote:  "At first, dreams seem impossible, then improbable, and eventually inevitable." - C Reeve

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Calvin and Hobbes

I laid back this week. No running. I feel good most of the time, but sneezing and coughing can make me sweat with pain.

Bev, invited me to the Long Table @ The Irish Heather. Not one to turn down a delicious meal with good company I said "yes". As luck would have it, John Hill was also invited. John espoused some of his nuggets of wisdom. "Running is different from most other sports. It takes no skill, it's just how much pain you can endure." Also, on a (partially) unrelated note, he said I should take some ibuprofen and then go for a long run on the weekend. Yikes!

So I did. It went well, well, maybe not well, but better than I thought. My innards bouncing hurt, but what really hurt was deep breathing, with the hills being the real test. I'm not a "hills" person at the best, but add the lung expansion and contraction, you get "owwie!!!"

I try to take this in stride. How lucky am I that I can run, with only a little discomfort. TLT told me about a funeral she was at last week, male, 43 years old, two kids. That's me.

TLT asked, "why do you want to live longer?" I said, "I don't want to live longer grasping on to life. I want to live life."

Sure I'm riding a wave of mid-life crisis fitness, but with a history of father, grandfather, and great-grandfather not making it beyond 70, I've got less days in front of the cart than behind.

I remember telling Fil, many times, I'd be happy, just so long as I have my memories. But when I see the ravages of Parkinson's on my friend's father, I'm no longer thinking that. Sure memories are important, but I don't want them of watching the latest sitcom, I want memories of people, places and experiences that make me richer, that fill me with the excitement and passion.

A lot has happened to me since I made the original statement to Fil. As Calvin said to Hobbes, "It's a magical world, let's go exploring."

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Running Tunes

(Note: This posting was supposed to come out before Setbacks... Again!)

I generally don't listen to music when I run. I enjoy the purity of getting attuned to my body and the different sensations that go through it. Appreciating the moment. However, the last few weekends, I've been away, and needed to resort to treadmilling for my longer runs.

Running on a treadmill is nothing like the outdoors. I'd take a nasty day running outside than inside on a treadmill. But sometimes, running on the same spot for 2 hours is more convenient than finding a 12 mile route around Sun Peaks at 8PM.

On my iPod, I have a variety of songs, most of them are pretty fast paced, but occasionally I'll throw in a slow one, for a change. But the one constant of my songs are the lyrics. I love songs that tell a story or have something deeper to offer than a good beat.

My All-Time Top Running Songs:

Bleed it Out - Linkin Park: I gotta admit, the lyrics aren't about running, they're actually about writing a song(?!?) But with lines like "I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away" and "F*ck this hurts, I won't lie, doesn't matter how hard I try", how can a runner not like this song?

Mr Brightside - The Killers: This song is very special to me. RVM played this song as I started my inaugural marathon. I originally thought part of the lyrics were "I just can't run, it's killing me", so I was relieved to find out it was look. It's a great story nonetheless, two-word synopsis: unrequited love. I have a thing for sad/depressing songs and this one, despite the good running beat, fits the bill. Oh, and I love to sing this for Rock Band.

Brilliant Disguise - Bruce Springsteen: This is a weird one. It's fairly slow, but I just love the story. I remember when Springsteen engaged, married, and divorced Julianne Phillips. The story starts off with woman that on the outside shows what everyone expects her to be, a loving wife, but she is having doubts about her marriage/love. But then the story takes a bit of a turn, when he, admits he is living the lie and has the same doubts.

Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down: Similar to Bleed it Out, this one has nothing to do with running hard and/or being Superman, it's a about drug addiction. But nonetheless, I like to fool myself about the lyrics and apply them to my run.

I change up my tunes from time to time. For instance, right now I have a bunch of Green Day (She, makes honourable mention) and Maroon 5 (Won't Go Home Without You). While I'm far from being a iPod listening runner, I do recognize they have a time and place. "If I ever am a hypocrite, it only proves I am still thinking." - Gordon S

Monday, March 15, 2010

Setback... Again!!!

If you've been following my blog, you'll know that for the last 5 weeks or so, I've had a tough time putting in consecutive weeks of mileage. Cold/flu/calf/Whistler/Sun Peaks, but it all was all coming to a head and there seemed to be a clearing. Well almost...

This past weekend we stayed at Sun Peaks from Thursday - Sunday. While I was looking forward to the fun snowboarding weekend, I was also looking forward to having the end so that I could start my regularly scheduled running.

I suppose this is where planning doesn't help. I'm a planner. I made plans for a sub 3:40 VIM, but then I get it yanked from under my feet, literally.

I was racing my snowboard trying to play catchup and I cut a gate too close. But instead of falling like I have a hundred times before, I fell hard on the side of my ribs, I sat on the snow and couldn't breathe. I thought for a moment that I'd be blacking out. But after awhile, I was able to do short gasps. I figured I was going to live and had only bruised my ribs. 3-4 weeks for recovery!

This is the second time in a few months where I have been dealt a major setback.

It's challenging for me to deal with... making plans for a goal, seeing it in my sights, but then have it yanked away just as I get near it.

I hurt. I hurt when I walk, shower, or even sleep. I don't know when I'll be running again. But one thing I do know, I will get up, brush the self-pity off myself and enjoy what life has to offer. So for planning, maybe I'll take a piece of a Bushism: "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me... You can't get fooled again."

Monday, March 8, 2010

Gattaca

I love watching movies. Funny, action, fantasy, or even an occasional girly movie like Julie & Julia. One of my favourite movies is Gattaca. It is a story, set in the future, where parents can engineer the DNA of their child to make them more or less perfect. Most parents then decide to make their children perfect, but not all. One of the normal kids, Vincent, grows up and is relegated to second class status. His brother Anton, on the other hand is engineered. What Anton can't understand is why he always loses in their swimming contests, which is to swim out as far and fast as they can in the open water. Vincent answers, "You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it, Anton: I never saved anything for the swim back."

That's what I felt like after my last tempo run. Three weeks ago, JH assigned me 9 miles at 7:45 pace. I didn't hit it. I finished at a 7:47 pace. I hadn't done a tempo since, so when I received my new homework and saw 11 miles @ 7:45, I was anxious. Friday was a beautiful cool day and I managed to eek out a successful run. But In the end, I was pretty exhausted. I felt just like Vincent.

That's been my running philosophy...
"Wherever you go, go with all your heart" Confucius