tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10265027290209763202024-03-13T22:43:50.718-07:00The Very Long Road to BostonHow a less than average runner is planning to qualify for the Boston MarathonTony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-4629446030575312602011-10-03T23:41:00.000-07:002011-10-03T23:41:38.011-07:00I'd Like to Thank the AcademyI've refrained from blogging since my Vancouver Marathon race. I wanted to keep the blog pure, my attempt to get into Boston.<br />
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Since I ran Vancouver in May, I've been going through a lot of thinking.</div>
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Without a doubt, I know I did as well as I could on that particular day, but I had a nagging thought that I could still do better.</div>
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I had gone so far as signing up for another marathon about 5-6 weeks after VIM. But what I found was, my immediate enthusiasm for this race waned as it drew nearer. My tempo runs also started petering out with the rare warm days we had, and once again, the ugly word "doubt" reared its head.<br />
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In the end, I decided not to run. Instead, we had a fantastic family vacation in Oregon.<br />
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As the dates for Boston signup approached, I thought it was a pretty outside chance I'd make it. Sue signed up on the first day saying it took her 5 minutes (vs 3+ hours last year) and she received the confirmation within the hour. <br />
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Monday morning, I wake up, nice and early, to make sure my computer was ready to go. 7AM comes and I sign in/up and I'm done by 7:05. Upon reading the fine print, I find:<br />
It is no longer first come first served, but based on time and likely other small factors like placing<br />
Admittance will not be confirmed until the following week.<br />
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Getting through the week was difficult... I was thinking that if only I had run the <a href="http://www.foottraffic.us/flat/">Foot Traffic Flat</a> I wouldn't have had to go through this anxiety.<br />
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But the Monday does arrive and I'm out and about. I check my email at 11:30A and the subject line reads: <b><i>Boston Marathon Entry Confirmation</i></b><br />
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My heart starts beating like mad and I quickly scan the email to see: <i><b>has been accepted</b></i><br />
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Tears well up as I begin to comprehend the moment... the realization of having my dream coming true is just too hard for many to really understand. From being the slowest kid in the slowest gym class (i.e. "Awk Block") to qualifying for the legendary Boston Marathon.... I've come a long way.<br />
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I am so ecstatic, everyday I reflect at just how lucky I am. It was a very long road, but now I can enjoy it... the fruits of my labour. I had blogged about this before, but I knew it was going to be difficult and that's why it is even more satisfying. Nothing good comes easy.<br />
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Between the time I signed up and when I was accepted, I made a small change to my plans. I originally thought to not race Boston and enjoy the experience, take pictures, high 5 spectators etc. But in light of being chosen to run while many didn't, I've decided it would be an affront to them and embarrassing for me to not give it my all. So yeah, I'll be racing it.<br />
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I'll be doing a few shorter races in the fall (i.e. Turkey Trot, Fall Classic) and then going back to John Hill in January to prepare for my race.<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">But Charlie, don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted.... He lived happily ever after.</span>" -- Willy Wonka</div>
Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-36210156308284157872011-05-02T07:29:00.000-07:002011-05-06T20:04:20.426-07:00Woot!I'm happy.<br />
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No, I didn't get my 3:20 I was hoping for. I didn't even get 3:25. But I did PB and had fantastic support for my race.<br />
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I woke up at 4AM to start my day. A cup of beet root juice and a bowl of oatmeal with berries. The weather outside looked pretty clear by 5A and cool, but comfortable.<br />
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I picked up Chantelle and a couple of her friends and then headed to park about 1k from the start.<br />
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I made my way to the start area and stood about about 20m in and saw Kate. She invited me warmly and told me to hang on, it was going to be a fun one. As the race neared the start, I threw off my H2H hoodie and found the temperature fairly comfortable. <br />
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I started out, and immediately kept my sights on Kate.<br />
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We didn't talk much, but by 13k, she said we were going in a bit too fast. I felt pretty good, but I thought I'd heed her warning. By the time we hit Stanley Park, we were on track for a 3:20. I was still feeling pretty good.<br />
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There's a lot of rolling hills as you make your way around the park... you don't notice them much when you drive, but when you're running, it's hard not to.<br />
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At this point, I notice our time is slow for the km markers.. I decided to take advantage of the downhill sections and give it. Kate's now behind me... mistake or not? We'll see.<br />
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I make my way out of Stanley Park. I'm feeling a little tired and there's another slow incline up to the bridge. I'm excited now because my bunny, Sue, is going to meet me at 27k. By the time I get her, I'm 40 seconds off my target pace. I'm not happy, but I figure I can still reel it in...<br />
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Well, that didn't happen.<br />
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I pushed, Sue pulled, but my body was really starting to feel the effects of the pace and distance. We put another 5k or so at a pretty decent pace and I thought, 3:20 is out, but 3:25 is still there. But my body had other plans. The effects of the rolling hills in Point Grey with the stupid #@$@# U-turn up 4th Ave, the sun beating down, and going out a bit fast... my body started to really hurt. By the time we saw Eric at 36k, I was nearly all spent.<br />
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6k. That's barely a warmup.<br />
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Only problem was there's 36k before that.<br />
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</tbody></table>At this point, my body was screaming to stop, but Sue and Eric wouldn't allow me to. I trudged up the bridge and picked off a few runners. At the crest of the bridge I ran as fast as I could down.... which probably wasn't that fast. The last 100m or so, I just gave it. Caught one of the guys, but couldn't pick off the woman in black.<br />
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3:27:38.<br />
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Broke my PB by 10 minutes.<br />
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Officially it's a BQ, but I realize being last in line probably won't get me in.<br />
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I thought I'd be upset. But I'm not.<br />
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It's what I tell people... all you have to do is your best. Whatever happens after that, is just that. Just make sure you have no regrets and leave nothing on the table.<br />
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I ran.<br />
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I ran as hard as I could, and can proudly say, I gave it <i>everything</i> I could. There's no woulda/coulda/shoulda's.<br />
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I socialized how I was hoping to get a 3:20. And I was. (Still am??). If I fail then I fail, but at least I gave it a shot. When my days are up, I never want to ask myself, "what if?"<br />
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Live life. No regrets.Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-8768851608562778692011-04-22T21:36:00.000-07:002011-04-22T22:16:40.698-07:00All Good Things Come to an EndThis is it.<br />
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A week to go.<br />
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I'm kinda melancholy.<br />
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Running has been my identity for the last few years. I've met so many friends, had so many experiences... I've braved the elements and soaked up the wonderful sights. It's been my security blankets on bad days it's enlightened me on good days.<br />
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Although I still plan to run, but it won't nearly be as far (ie 16k max) and certainly not with John Hill.<br />
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It's time to spread my wings with things like swimming, biking, climbing and some hiking/camping (i.e. West Coast Trails). The last few months have been difficult. I've led a sheltered life in order to get the best out for my running and not risk injuries.<br />
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My goal is to run a sub-3:30 with my stretch goal as a sub-3:20. I know it won't be easy... things are going to really have to go my way in order for me to reach my stretch.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Seven more sleeps.</div><div><br />
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I'm really going to miss you, like you wouldn't believe.Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-49332889081140187572011-04-22T15:24:00.000-07:002011-04-22T15:24:51.340-07:00Grete Would Go<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">On April 19, Grete Waitz, one of the greatest marathoners in history, passed away at age 57 from cancer. Among her many other accomplishments, she won the New York Marathon a record nine times, and during her career she repeatedly broke the women's world record, bringing it down by over nine minutes!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Grete was diagnosed with cancer in 2005. Looking at pictures of her, even after her diagnosis, it was easy to see her beauty through a glowing smile. But like all heroes, she was so much more. She never stopped promoting running and health. She also worked with Special Olympics and after being diagnosed, she helped to start a Norwegian foundation, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><i>Active against Cancer</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">.</span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">I don't view myself as being overly emotional. But this has stuck a chord with me.</span></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">How often do you take the safe route? How many times do you ask yourself, why, instead of why not?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">I challenge you to take a risk, and ask, what would Grete do? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Grete would go.</span></div>Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-24300463840112489812011-04-14T22:15:00.000-07:002011-04-14T22:15:14.266-07:00Don't QuitI know it's been awhile since my last <i>confession</i>, but it'll be a little clearer after you read the blog.<br />
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I felt so crappy after last week's JH session.<br />
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2x200m, 2x600m. Pretty short by JH standards.<br />
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The 200's went well, but on the first 600, I felt really tired and stopped at around 300m when I felt myself slipping.<br />
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John asked if I was injured, and I said no, just tired. He then told me something I hope to take with me to my grave...<br />
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<i>You don't stop. You need to complete what you set out to do, because if you allow yourself to stop once, it makes it easier to stop again.</i><br />
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I felt/feel so crappy.<br />
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I just finished telling Shawna, it doesn't matter about time/pace, just make sure your effort is there.<br />
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It's true. All of it.<br />
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It is weird, I had set such a high standard for myself, when I found myself slipping on my target I'd just give up.<br />
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It started on a tempo run in March. There was a horrible headwind blowing and after about 13k of the 18 that was planned, I started slipping to a 4:40/km. I thought, "if I can't hit 4:35, I may as well stop". So I did.<br />
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For 2 of the next 3 tempos, whenever I found my pace slowing down, I stopped.<br />
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I had never stopped before on a tempo... maybe because I didn't have high expectations, but having stopped once, it really did set a precedent making the subsequent ones that much easier.<br />
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With only a few weeks to go, I've switched back. Last week, I decided against wearing my Garmin and managed a 4:43 for 21kms... not great, but I'm actually happy because it is so much better than quitting.<br />
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Tomorrow, I'm going out for a 22k tempo. I don't know what my pace will be, but I do know I'll have run a hard 22k.Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-15823141972140855332011-02-27T21:34:00.000-08:002011-02-27T21:34:40.970-08:00Sometimes When You Win, You LoseIf ever there was a time in my journey that things are a little off, it's now.<br />
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I just hit two new PB's this week... the 2 miler and the 1 mile intervals.<br />
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My calf pains also feels like a thing of the past... the pain/discomfort has pretty much subsided.<br />
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Everything just feels like it is lining up for me. I should be ecstatic.<br />
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So why am I not?<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I am feeling more like a hockey team that just won their 3rd game in a best of 7 series. Good job, but no time to celebrate.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It's difficult to be happy when my "target" time doesn't guarantee me a BQ and only allows me to be the second group to register.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I realize, I need to control what I can and live in the moment. <b>Translation</b>: keep on working to improve and let the chips fall where they may.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Winning isn't everything, but the will to win is everything.</span>” - V Lombardi</div>Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-21789895982776361342011-02-18T23:27:00.001-08:002011-02-19T19:52:22.252-08:00Taking Nothing for GrantedI try to never forget how lucky I am to be chasing a dream.<br />
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Last week's long run before the First Half race was a cold wet one. But I thought, I'm so fortunate that I am doing what I want to do at this very moment. Sure, I wouldn't have minded if it was warmer and dryer, but the fact of the matter is, I'm out there with a bunch of friends and we're having a good time.<br />
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The following week, the conditions were ideal to race the First Half Marathon. Cool and dry.<br />
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I went in thinking I'd run a 15k tempo and then slow down to a 5 min/k pace, but John would have none of that.<br />
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So I gave it.<br />
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I had a terrific race.<br />
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I went out a little too strong, 4:10 for the first km and then slowing to 4:25. By kilometer 3, I was in my zone and kept my pace of 4:36 for the rest of the race.<br />
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In the end, I knocked 10 minutes off my previous half marathon PB, and came in at 1:38:07.<br />
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The time translates to a 3:25 marathon. Pretty solid into a BQing. I was stoked.<br />
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BAA had a different plan.<br />
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<ol><li>They are having a rolling/staggered admissions. Faster people get to register earlier... until the race is completely sold out.</li>
<li>2013 They are lowering qualifying times by 5 minutes across the board. But with the rolling admission, it makes the times moot.</li>
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I'm not giving up, but I am rethinking my strategy.<br />
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The balancing act of what is possible and what I'll likely need to be able to register. I'm thinking a sub 3:20 will be where I need to be. This gets me into the second group to be able to register, and is comparable to a 1:35:37 half... 2.5 minutes faster than my recent results.<br />
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On the way home from JH the other day, I was driving along the Park drive when I was rounding a bend and saw headlights headed straight for me. I jammed on the brakes and avoided a collision. I suggested to the driver he was going the wrong way on a one way street.<br />
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I really am lucky to be given the opportunity to chase a dream.Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-21823653107250087542011-02-07T09:50:00.000-08:002011-02-18T10:55:26.588-08:00The Un-NaturalSome people are born to do certain things.<br />
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Despite professing his love of golf, Mario Lemieux was made to be a hockey player. BTW, while he's one of the greatest hockey players of all time, he was only mediocre at golf.<br />
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Ken Griffey Jr was said to have the perfect swing. And nobody could argue that Samuel Wanjiru was not made to run.<br />
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Sure they train hard, but even if they didn't, they'd still be really, really, really good at their chosen profession.<br />
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I'm not like that at all.<br />
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My daughter said me that she was hoping she'd inherit my running ability. I stopped that one dead on the tracks.<br />
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I had to break the truth to her... I said, "I'm not a great runner."<br />
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My running doesn't come natural for me... everything I do is a product of hard work and my learnings. And just about the only thing she could hope to inherit from me is my math skills.<br />
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When it comes to running, I am like a sponge for information. I am willing to try anything with eyes wide open.<br />
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My stride length, posture and foot strike have all been created by me in order to run better, faster, stronger.<br />
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I used to take longer strides, but found that by shortening them, I can actually run faster. <br />
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My posture doesn't feel normal as I push my hips a bit forward so that instead of propelling my legs, I'm merely catching myself from falling and in doing so, saving energy.<br />
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And yes, I've been a heel striker since the beginning of time (roughly 44 years) and now I find I'm trying to skim the surface by landing mid-foot instead. Landing mid-foot has increased my cadence and roll over speed.<br />
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I know I'm a pretty good runner, but I'll never be a <i>great</i> runner... and that's ok.<br />
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Oh, and aside from math, the other thing I hope my daughter inherits from me is my drive, my drive to never ever give up when you're chasing a dream.Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-47784401881444525462011-02-02T04:26:00.000-08:002011-03-06T19:56:54.826-08:00Top of the WorldI normally don't say that. The title is from a <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/top-of-the-world/id357947?i=357921">song</a> by the Carpenters, and as our family lacked any <i>cool </i>genes, we were all big fans.<br />
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</div><div>I feel like everything is coming together.</div><div><br />
</div><div>My interval runs with JH are steadily improving and I've even dropped my tempo time a bit while increasing the mileage.</div><div><br />
</div><div>With the times I've been getting for the 1mi, 2mi and 14km, I can finally say, I've achieved the <a href="http://www.runningforfitness.org/calc/racepaces/rp">calculated</a> time for a BQ.</div><div><br />
</div><div>VIM. Three months left to the day.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I have two options....</div><div><br />
</div><div>1) Cut back a bit. Push, but not too hard that I increase my risk for injury. Safe strategy for a 3:30 finish.</div><div><br />
</div><div>2) Run like you stole it. Test the limits. Sub 3:25?</div><div><br />
</div><div>I gotta say, I'm leaning towards 2.</div><div><br />
</div><div>What once was thought to be impossible, is now in my hands. When I ran my first sub-hour 10k, I thought I'd achieved the impossible. And I did. But now I'm clocking a sub-45 minute. Boston was just a pipe dream a few years ago... now I am excited that it looks like it's becoming a reality.</div><div><br />
</div><div><div>But I still know I'll have challenges. Staying healthy through the hard training, dropping a few pounds, and wanting to push it 'til I feel like throwing up. Still, the challenge and fun is an exciting time.</div></div><div><br />
</div><div>I'm euphoric. I'm on top of the world.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.</span>" - P Picasso </div>Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-26487640935796728412011-01-28T19:48:00.000-08:002011-01-28T19:48:01.413-08:00Power of NowI'm a fan of the New Age Religion.<br />
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Well, having done about 2 minutes worth of reading up on "New Age", I'm not entirely sure if that label is accurate. But I do try to adhere to the philosophies within "The Power of Now".<br />
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One of my goals is, is to immerse myself in the moment.<br />
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So, be it looking at charts on a computer monitor, or playing with my kids... if I'm there, I'm there.<br />
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With running, I've been going at it pretty <i>good </i>recently. I'm setting PB's with each new interval and even JH remarked how much faster I've been.<br />
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I'm really at a loss to explain why.<br />
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Previously, when I ran hard, I'd try to focus on anything but the actual running. I would think of other people or things in order to distract myself. Heck, I even used anger to try motivate me.<br />
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Now, I'm not really thinking about anything except for what I'm doing... i.e. being present. Instead of distractions, I embrace what I'm doing... the running and of course the pain and discomfort that comes with it.<br />
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This week as we huddled around John to get our paces for the 1x2mi and 2x1mi, he looked at me and said "6:45 and 6:30". Are you f'n kidding me? The fastest I've done a 2mi is just under 14 minutes (i.e. 7 min/mile) and the fastest 1mi I've ever done is a 6:40.<br />
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Sometimes it's hard, to just stand there and take what's given to you. But that's what I did. But in all honesty, I questioned the sanity of my decision.<br />
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At the start, I didn't think... I just ran.<br />
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Thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds later I was done. Holy crap! I knocked 30 seconds off my PB. The 1 mile repeats also went well, 6:34 and 6:29.<br />
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I even "taunted" Amanda as we neared the end of the last interval. "C'mon let's go" I said to her. We sprinted to the end. I felt like throwing up as I crossed the line, but at the same time, boy did I feel great!<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Life is now. There was never a time when your life was not now, nor will there ever be.</span>" -- E TolleTony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-12799090623126440012011-01-24T06:41:00.000-08:002011-02-03T17:01:15.214-08:00Running with Ben KenobiI feel quite honoured.<br />
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I've been Facebook friends with my old marathon leader, Angela.<br />
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Back in my Running Room days, she guided me, to do what I thought was the impossible... running a marathon.<br />
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She made running fun. It was a very social atmosphere. Our long runs weren't a race, they were casual. We got to know all the people we ran with.<br />
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I met Chantelle there, and she in turn introduced me to TLT. I met Wynne, Joe, Don, Grace, Beverly... heck nearly all my (running) friends are connected to my marathon clinic. I met Sue at JH, but even that's has a RR connection, because it was Chantelle and Grace wanting to to sign up for JH because of the success stories they had heard about from people like Angela.<br />
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Angela and I had bumped into each other at coffee the week prior. She's off to Boston so our training schedules are similar. I sent her a message via Facebook and next thing you know, she's one of the gang.<br />
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I asked her to come up with a route and on Sunday morning she had 3 for us to choose from. We went with Ambleside. I am sure I mentioned this before, but I'll say it again.. I love running to the North Shore. It's cool to say you ran to West Van, it's beautiful when you get there, and the run features two bridges, so it's a nice challenge.<br />
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I had a great time chatting with her. We talked about everything under the sun. We talked about her soccer days, her Ironmans, and even her days working at a grocery store. By the time it was over, we ran about 22kms in a little over 2 hours.<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">The Force will be with you, always.</span>" - B KenobiTony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-64656133350682591812011-01-13T07:22:00.000-08:002011-01-13T07:22:48.699-08:00Livin' on the EdgeLast Sunday, I ran with a few running buddies, including TLT.<div><br />
</div><div>I love running with her. Never a dull moment.</div><div><br />
</div><div>A few weeks ago, we were out for a long run. She was pretty tired, as this was her first long one in quite some time. Near the end, she said, "do you want to see me pole dance?" I've been running for over 7 years, and I've never heard that question in the middle of a run before. She then showed me some moves and I laughed.</div><div><br />
</div><div>On Sunday we were talking about the VIM and if the pace bunnies would be doing 10s and 1s. I said, if they were, I probably wouldn't want to go with them, cause, I don't want to run that fast for 10 and then cool down for the 1. I said that you typically need to run about 10 seconds faster, per kilometer, when doing 10s and 1s.</div><div><br />
</div><div>TLT said, "don't think about it so much and just do it. You think about what you can and can't do, but you gotta run on the edge more."</div><div><br />
</div><div>What she doesn't understand is, I do.</div><div><br />
</div><div>For my intervals and tempos, I leave nothing on the table. My entire focus is doing the best I can. I used to run to my Garmin speed, but no more. While I still check it, I'm not a slave to it. I find that by looking at it less often, I put more effort in and I'm not constrained by my pace targets.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I don't set limits on what I can't do.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">So suck it up and tough it out and be the best you can.</span>" - J Mellencamp</div>Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-52671283825739122782011-01-08T09:35:00.000-08:002011-02-17T18:40:37.258-08:00What a Week I'm HavingI went back to John Hill's clinic on Wednesday.<br />
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The time off was good. I had done some treadmill runs to prepare for the 2 x 2 miles, but outdoors was something else.<br />
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It was freezing. Temperature was likely in the single digits, but a strong breeze ensured uncomfort. And to add a bit, I stepped in a puddle before the intervals began. Anywho, I'm out there and happy. <br />
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I see some regular faces, but also a few new ones. I always feel a little awkward running with new people. I don't want to be out of place, nor do I like pushing the pace. We went out strong, but started too slow after 1/4 mile. By the 1/2 way mark (i.e. 1 mile) we were already about 14 seconds behind. I don't mind leading, but I don't want people to perceive I'm trying to show them up. I decided to take the lead. I always have a twinge of guilt. I finished 14:14, no PB. <br />
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The second interval, I took the lead early on. Tiffany, who was supposed to pace us for a 14 min said she was recovering from the holidays and apologized for not being able to pace us. Regardless, I still felt a bit guilty, yet I couldn't crack it, and came in at 14:06.<br />
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With JH down, I had one more event for the week. Running with my cousin (in-law), Darren. He's fast. He's sub 3:05 and shooting for a sub 3 on his next marathon.<br />
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I was pretty nervous about running with him. He's so much faster than me. 38 minute for his 10k, 46 for mine. I told him I'd be running my tempo at 4:40-4:45 / Km. His slow pace. <br />
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The day started off cold and wet, so I gathered my cold gear. By the time I start my warm-up run, the rain slows down and the sun started to break. I arrive at our meeting spot about 2 mins early and see Darren too. We have some brief chit chat and the tempo, for me, begins. Darren helped the time fly by. I'm watching him run. He's not sweating, he's hardly breathing, and he has a leisurely cadence.<br />
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We spoke afterwards. Some of the nuggets of wisdom I gleaned were:<br />
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<ul><li>Wearing less is more. If you need one, get a Value Village hoody to keep warm beforehand.</li>
<li>Enter a few races before the "big" event to get your head more comfortable/familiar around races.</li>
<li>More mileage. 80-100Km per week.</li>
</ul><br />
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I'm looking at doing the above. It's tough being close to a goal, but not quite there. I mean, if I were stuck at 4:30 marathons, I'd give up. But this is so close, I can taste it. These little things might give me the slight edge to go from a 3:31:24 to a 3:30:52.... squeak right in.Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-44156210945613518392011-01-04T21:51:00.000-08:002011-01-04T21:51:51.060-08:00The End of the HolidaysIt's tough training through the holidays.<br />
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Family, friends, and feasting.<br />
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Makes for a bit of distraction.<br />
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I chatted with my running buddies about Forerunners' speed work. I liked it and was considering going back. But the clincher was when I said, this is likely one of my last shots at BQing. They said, if that's the case, don't compromise.<br />
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On Wednesday, I'm back, with both feet in.<br />
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John Hill, here I come.<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.</span>" - unknownTony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-44038939074640619952010-12-14T12:56:00.000-08:002010-12-14T12:56:47.071-08:00How Do I Rate?Before the Haney to Harrison race, I went in line to go to the Starbucks' bathroom. I chatted with the person behind me as we waited. I told him our team had a few ringers (i.e. top 10 finishers) and I facetiously remarked that I'm happy to just finish in the top 1/2 of my category. He said, "that's fantastic!"<br />
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I'm surrounded by some really good runners but I'd never put myself in that category. It's nice to have them as a runner role models. Sue plateaued for a few weeks after the VIM but has been killing it since. I can't believe I once thought she was reachable... but at the H2H relay she showed what she was made of:<br />
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<table border="1"><tbody>
<tr> <th></th> <th>Overall</th> <th>Place in Sex</th> <th>Km Pace</th> </tr>
<tr> <td>Sue</td> <td>31/198</td> <td>7/72</td> <td>4:22</td></tr>
<tr> <td>Tony</td> <td>41/198</td> <td>29/95</td> <td>4:48</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
I was pretty respectable on my portion of the race, finishing top 21% overall, and top 30% for males. But Sue was top 16% overall and top 10% for females. Her pace for the 13.5km was 26 seconds faster than mine for 13km.<br />
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I like to have reach goals. But she's kept on getting faster.<br />
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I recently completed my speed work for the year out of Forerunners. I'd been at it for a month, I started off in the 50 minute group, but dropped down to the 45 minute one. It's been a tough transition. I'm near the back of the group and giving it my bestest. <br />
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I enjoyed running with the 50 minute group, but I knew that by leading the pack, it was not pushing me to run harder. When I dropped down to the faster group, I found I have to push hard just to avoid being last. I'm not sure if you need any more motivation than that.<br />
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When I look at myself in the mirror, I see how far I've come. But I also have that twinge of self-doubt that chips away at my ego.<br />
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Sure I've gotten faster. But then there's Sue and TLT... they have gotten much faster.<br />
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I registered for the Vancouver Marathon today. Four months to train. Mentally and physically.<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">The smaller the mind the greater the conceit.</span>" -- AesopTony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-11523710078512332862010-11-11T22:01:00.000-08:002010-11-11T22:01:36.874-08:00Trophy Hunting<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">During a recent outing, a very long time friend and I were discussing life, the universe and everything. A bit of a preface... I feel it has taken me 40+ years to just begin figuring out what life is about, so by no means am I an expert. But I said, for me, life is all about doing things that you've never done before... seeking out new experiences and getting everything you can from it.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He said I sounded like a <i>trophy hunter</i>. Trophies, for you non-PlayStation 3 gamers are "achievements" you receive for doing certain things while playing. Yes, they are virtual trophies, so they aren't tangible nor do they have any inherent value. Also, the tasks are not along the critical path to completing the game, but more of a fun aside. In summary, they are little pieces of nothing. So when my trusted old friend accused me of being a trophy hunter, I thought it made me seem a little superficial.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Well for me, my big pursuit is obvious.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">In 2009, Boston sold out in late January, at the time it surprised many how quickly. For 2010, it sold out in November 2009. And now for 2011, it sold out in 8 hours. My confidence of running a 3:30 is pretty high, as long as I can stay healthy, but with the accelerating pace of the sellouts, it seems that I may have to do better.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I bumped into a couple of running buddies last week and we had a quick discussion about it. Beverly thought they should charge more rather than raising the bar. I don't agree with that. At $135, it is on par with the a major marathon, but 1/2 the cost of NY. But I believe that Boston should be "good" runners and not just OK runners with money.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">If Boston raises the qualifying times, I don't know whether my best will be good enough. I do know that come May 1 (VIM) I'll be prepared to give it my all. I also know, when I'm done, and nothing is left on the table, I'll be proud of what I've done, where I came from, and what I went through. Sure, it might not be enough, but in the end, I'll be delighted knowing how much I've gained, and the only thing I've lost??? Well, just a <i>trophy</i>.</div><div><br />
</div></div>Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-73105922547374857232010-10-15T22:58:00.000-07:002011-02-17T18:35:27.534-08:00When One Door Closes, Another is Opened...It's been an interesting last few days....<br />
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Monday, I went down to watch a few friends race the Turkey Trot. The cool dry weather made me wish I had run it too, but alas I had a coffee in hand stood on the sidelines. My running buddy, Sue, had a killer run and came in 3rd overall for women and 2nd in her age group with a time of 42 minutes!<br />
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After a brief running/training hiatus, she's been back with a vengeance. I marvel at the fact that I once ran beside her doing speed work...<br />
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On Wednesday, Sharon, my coveted neighbour, told me she's tired of running. I'm a little disheartened to hear her say that. She's been really pushing the pace the last month or so, and she's started to show signs of wear. I suggested she take a break from running for a week. Fitness wise, it won't change much for her December 6 marathon, but it might allow her to recharge her batteries. I think she could learn a lot from what Sue did.<br />
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So for me, I am a big fan of John Hill. He transformed me from a mediocre runner to... well, something a little faster than mediocre.<br />
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The clinic restarted in September, but I was injured and decided against rejoining, and with my Victoria dreams gone, I wanted to commit to taking a couple months off "hard" running.<br />
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Wednesday evening, I planned for my first workout with Forerunners. I was very nervous going in. It's hard to explain why, but it feels like when you're back in school... and whether you made the cut to be on the "good" team. With much trepidation, I ventured forth. <br />
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I arrived and quickly scanned the store. About 50 people, pretty fit/young crowd. I paid my $5 and was given a brief summary of what to expect. Thankfully, there was a wide range of pace groups making me feel I'd be comfortable in my group. As the groups were broken down by 10k race pace, I selected the "50 minute" group as I didn't want to push it on my first speed work in a month.<br />
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There were 6 or 7 in our group and we headed out for a quick warm-up and some light stretching. I am not a big believer in pre-workout stretching, but I followed along... "when in Rome..." But you just can't look cool doing horsey kicks!<br />
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The run was a pyramid, running for a short time, to a longer time, back to a short time, with equal breaks in between. Pretty straight forward. I didn't want to kill myself so I took it down a notch.<br />
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At the end, I said "hi/bye" to a few people and went home. A nice change from hanging out in the wet/cold for 30+ minutes at JH.<br />
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I'm happy that I went and I'm already planning to be a regular.Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-18645408423546862742010-10-07T21:05:00.000-07:002010-10-08T01:58:01.436-07:00The Joy of RunningI like to run.<br />
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Running is just me versus myself. No stupid games, no drama, no hidden agendas. If only life were that simple.<br />
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This is an especially nice time for me. I'm not in <i>serious </i>training mode, so I can explore more. Tuesday morning I trained with my daughters' XC team and then went for a jaunt through the endowment lands with some of the moms. After the main run, I proposed an interval run of 1 mile to a splinter group. The top finisher seemed very happy with herself and why not? She hadn't run that fast since her college days... (she was actually 2 minutes faster then!) The following day, CM and I were supposed to do some speed work, but instead we did a 6 miler at a "no man's land" pace[1]. But it felt great.<br />
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When the weight of goal oriented training is lifted, albeit temporarily, it's like a breath of fresh air.<br />
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I still don't believe in doing anything half-assed. If I'm doing anything, I'm all in. It's just now, I'm all into the relaxing/casual running. It's kinda nice.<br />
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But in the back of my mind, I know that this ride is going to end. And when it does, I'll be ready to jump in with both feet.<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">The achievement of your goal is assured the moment you commit yourself to it.</span>” M Douglas<br />
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[1] The pace between a long slow distance and tempo has marginal benefits for training.Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-22907606539158474312010-09-29T23:16:00.000-07:002011-06-29T06:56:16.799-07:00Sarah PalinPardon this quasi-dyslexic post... that's just how my mind is working right now<br />
<div><br />
One of Sarah's[1] many contributions... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I'm not retreating, I'm reloading.</span><br />
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I've decided I will not be running the Victoria Marathon.<br />
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It was a difficult decision. Weighing my running ability versus my injury versus my age versus my desire to get a BQ versus eating tofurkey for Thanksgiving... well, maybe not the last one.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It's disappointing.</div><div><br />
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I'm not entirely sure what I'll be doing now. I know I want to take some time away from "hard" training... but I also realize that I can't slack too much. I want to hit the ground running in January, literally.<br />
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I might do a race... maybe the Fall Classic or something... not sure at this moment.<br />
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Hindsight:<br />
I wanted that little boost of speed that I was hoping to get it through the racing flats... and I have no doubt, that had I been able to adapt to them, I would have killed the marathon... instead, I got killed by them.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">In a way, it I feel like Icarus... got a little too close to the sun.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">[1] To be clear, I despise Sarah Palin. She is everything that is wrong with western culture... but that's for another blog.</div></div>Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-25797606672396940232010-09-12T17:30:00.000-07:002010-09-12T17:30:28.741-07:00Busted Coveting My Neighbour's WifeThat's an attention getting title. <br />
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<u><b>Coveting</b></u>:<br />
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No, I don't covet <i>her</i> in the 10 Commandments way, but I certainly would want her running prowess.<br />
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A few weeks ago, we switched over to running flats and hence a modified gait. I've struggled getting it down and I find myself still unable to naturally run landing on the mid-sole. After the run on Wednesday, my calves were sore, again. Not as sore as the first time, but sore nonetheless. We did 12 x 400m and even with the short interval time, I found myself slipping in and out of the mid-sole vs heel strike. I had to consciously think "oh no, I'm heel striking" and then correct myself to mid-sole, only to repeat the pattern many times.<br />
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Sharon on the other hand is running great. She bought the Nike flats and has taken to them like a fish to water. She naturally is running landing on her mid-soles, has no soreness afterwards and is steadily getting faster.<br />
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<b><u>Busted</u></b>:<br />
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I can't run.<br />
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Today's long run with Grace and Sue ended at 15.5mi of the 22 I had planned.<br />
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I had some shooting pains during the first 6 miles but stretched it out. Then along the Spanish Banks beach run, the pain started coming back. The hill up to UBC killed me off. It was pouring rain and I was busted. I asked G&S to go on without me. They went to pick up my vehicle as I walked on. I made it to an ATM and took refuge. Along the freezing cold walk, I thought, of all the days to be lame, why one with pouring rain.<br />
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After a lot of suffering, we made it back to Starbucks and had a great story to share... or so I think ;)Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-26028901007072683172010-09-05T13:05:00.000-07:002010-09-05T13:05:54.484-07:00HumilityI think I'm pretty humble. Or by saying that, am I bragging?!?<br />
<div><br />
I've ran with some pretty fast people and there's certainly 2 different paths you can take here.<br />
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I ran with sub-3 hour marathoners that can run beside you and just enjoy the company (occasionally, I can be viewed as socially tolerable on some long runs, but only if I want to be). They don't try to push the pace. Take Grace's fiancée, he is very modest. He runs with her (she's my pace for LSD) and has never mentioned anything about his impressive racing accomplishments to me unless asked... even then he seems genuinely embarrassed to talk about them.<br />
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I was at Forerunners recently, buying my racing flats. I was chatting about running with the gentlemen helping me. He mentioned he has run a few marathons, but nothing more. Just an all round nice guy. Later, I'm chatting with John Hill, the guy turns out to be <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art_Boileau">Art Boileau</a>... Canadian Olympic marathoner, won the LA Marathon twice and came in 2nd for the Boston, PR of 2:13!!!! BTW, I ended up buying the same pair he races in :D<br />
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And then I've run with others that have said, "this pace isn't natural, I'll need to run faster". On another occasion, I've overheard one guy, to paraphrase, "finisher medals are for losers, you need to at least place in your age group".<br />
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I hope I'll never have the arrogance to make a proclamation that insulting. Hell, I'm just happy I can finish some races. I don't care if you walk the whole marathon, you're out there. That's all that counts.<br />
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I know everyone runs for different reasons. Some like to get more fit, others like the social aspect, some may even like the introspection running solo provides, whatever the reason, running can and does welcome you. It's not about being gifted, or comparing effort, or any comparisons for that matter. When someone in our group has run a BQ, we're all happy, there's not an ounce of jealousy.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">It is always the secure who are humble.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;">" - Gilbert Keith Chesterton</span></div>Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-20812163875300833832010-08-30T04:56:00.000-07:002010-08-30T04:56:38.468-07:00The Pain of Racing FlatsAt the urging of John, we all showed up in on Wednesday's clinic with racing flats. Amanda, Walter, and I actually had the same pair of Mizunos.<br />
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We ran 2x2mi. I found myself slipping in and out of landing on my heels vs balls of my feet. When I remembered, I danced across the seawall, other times, I felt myself plodding along as normal. It felt a bit awkward but I was running great and hit my target pace of 7 min/mile. First time in nearly 2 months.<br />
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But afterwards, driving home, both my calves seized up, anyone watching me making the short walk from the car to my home must have thought I was twice my age.<br />
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Friday came and my calves were even more sore. I was supposed to go for my tempo, but knew that I'd be upset if I didn't meet the pace target and would probably use my calves as the excuse. Saturday, they were still sore, bearable but sore. I elected to give myself one more day off.<br />
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Sunday, I ran my tempo. 11 miles at 8 min/mile. Happy I hit it and I'm once again feeling more positive about Victoria. I'd like to get my tempo pace down to 7:45/mile... that'd make me feel I have a fighting chance of BQing.<br />
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I won't be running for a week, but thankfully I'll still be having a very good cardio workout while I backpack the West Coast Trails.Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-11975579979345600782010-08-21T23:11:00.000-07:002010-08-25T22:43:53.136-07:00Drinking Kool-Aid?Everything familiar has disappeared. Once in awhile, I'm thrown for a loop.<br />
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Nearly every Sunday I go out for a long run. When the mileage starts getting longer, I start packing some Gu. For 16k and longer, I liked to start consuming them at the rate of 1 every 5 miles. I felt stronger for having taken them, so I was pretty sure I was on the right track.<br />
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But a few weeks ago, I'm out for a 18 miler. Sue had come out with me, and I remarked that she wasn't packing any gels, but I would give her one of mine. She responded a bit hesitantly, but said, if she needed it, she'd let me know. By the end of the run, she hadn't. So I asked her why she's not taking any. She said, John had told her that for our LSD runs, we shouldn't be needing them. This was confirmed by him later. He said, by taking them, we stand a good chance of upsetting our stomachs etc. Although he did agree, we need them for racing.<br />
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Now at our last clinic run, he wants us running more efficiently. He said we should all get some "lightweight racing flats" He said they offer minimal support and promote landing on the mid or ball of our feet. He spoke about running with our normal shoes we are braking every time we strike with our heels and further, the motion control weakens our natural gait.<br />
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Sharon and I went to Forerunners to look for some racing flats. They had a bunch of Nike, 2 Asics, and 2 Mizunos. Price range was $110-150... not exactly "cheap". I really liked the look of the Nike... neon green, but they didn't feel nice. The Asics felt great, but looked too similar to my normal running shoes. I ended up buying some flashy Mizunos for $109 (or 119??). They fit nearly as well as the Asics but looked cooler... and as you know, I'm all about image.<br />
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Last week's 20 miler, I took in 2 gels, down from my regular of 4. I'll be doing another 20 miles tomorrow. I'm not nervous about dropping down to 1. What has me a little anxious is converting to the new running style. While I heard of Chi running, I just took that the heel strike was better at reducing injury. It gives me an unsettling feeling that what I thought was right... wasn't.<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">With most men, unbelief in one thing springs from blind belief in another</span></span>."- Georg Christoph LichtenbergTony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-51661784980009566272010-08-19T23:34:00.000-07:002011-02-17T18:51:40.707-08:00You've Got Some 'Splainin'I'm at a loss.<br />
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About a month ago, I came back from my Eastern Canada road trip. While I was there, a heat wave going on and the running was extremely hard. I attempted all of my scheduled runs, but found I could not complete them at the targeted pace. I accepted that.<br />
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My first week back, I nailed the tempo. All was good. Or so I thought.<br />
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Since that time, 4 weeks, I haven't been able to hit my targets, finishing up 15-25 secs/mile off... instead of a 7:45, I'm now hitting a 8:10/mile.<br />
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I'm looking back at the last few months wondering what happened. I'm not sure what changed. My diet was interrupted during the trip, but has returned to mostly the same. The temperature has been warm, but others in the clinic are hitting or getting close to their targets. I don't feel my level of effort has changed and I continue to push through each of the runs.<br />
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After VIM I felt so confident I'd get my BQ for Victoria. Following my return from Peru, I was nailing my tempo runs and PB'ing some of my speed workouts. But, these last few weeks have been very difficult for me mentally.<br />
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Tomorrow, I'm changing up my venue for my tempo. I'm doing a beach run instead of the regular UBC area. I'm targeting a 8:05... not great, but better than I've done in a month.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Finally, I've been reluctant to blog, as the impetus was to be an inspiration. I didn't see my current performance to be at all inspirational. But after speaking to a reader about this capturing the ups and downs, I decided to pen this entry.<br />
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Note: I'm planning to do a quick update after my tempo run.<br />
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Update: I did my 10 mile tempo run. Went down to Jericho/Kits area, nice cool-ish day. I ended up with 8:00. I'm pretty happy. I have some ways to go, but at least it's an improvement from my previous efforts.</div>Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026502729020976320.post-71885083886862935792010-07-29T08:22:00.000-07:002010-07-29T09:16:13.055-07:00I HurtIt's been a tough week...<br />
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<ul><li><b>Wednesday</b>, track workout. I did well, but my legs were very sore for days. </li>
<li><b>Friday</b>, tempo run. I was supposed to do 9 miles, but could only muster 6 miles. I'm blaming my soreness and the heat. It's good to find excuses :P</li>
<li><b>Saturday</b>, Grouse Grind with my girls. They both hit PBs of 1:09 (R) and 1:10 (C)!</li>
<li><b>Sunday</b>, an 18 mile run</li>
<li><b>Tuesday</b>, BCMC trail solo. ~1 hour</li>
<li><b>Wednesday</b>, track workout again</li>
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Why do I put myself through this?<br />
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I sometimes wonder what makes me tick.<br />
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I'm pretty sure I'm not "normal". I don't wear that label with honour, it's just a fact. I don't make an effort to <i>think different</i>. <br />
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I do know I am willing to take some risks if the downside is pain. I enjoy going mountain biking on the edge of my skill, I like to push my luck snowboarding. Injuries? Hmm... two sprained ankles, broken fingers, broken hand, 2x bruised ribs, and of course countless bruises, cuts, and a few near concussions (i.e. strained neck from my head hitting the snow so hard). <br />
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I view life as a collection of experiences, not a collection of goods. The saying, <i>he who dies with the most toys still dies</i>, strikes a chord with me. Sure, not all experiences are pleasant, but from each new one, you learn some.<br />
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But what is the alternative? Biking or riding at a leisurely pace??? I've tried and just can't do it, it's too boring. I don't understand why people hold back. If I'm in something, I'm in. <i>In for a penny, in for a pound</i>.<br />
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I am different. I accept pain and discomfort as a price to pay for living life. So yeah, I hurt, but I have no regrets.Tony Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197316356893769316noreply@blogger.com0