I don’t have much on the race calendar this year, (a far cry from last year when I was constantly prepping for races to complete my NYRR 9+1) so I’m feeling a bit like a slacker.
I just registered to run the Inaugural Escape to The Palisades 5k. (They offer a half marathon, but because I’m running my 25k the following weekend, I decided against the half - obviously.) It should be the perfect solution to staving off taper madness that I’m sure will plague me that week. It’s also a gorgeous course. I ran in the Palisades when I was training for the NYC Half last year with Team In Training and really enjoyed it.
It also sounds like I will get to enjoy the company of 94monkeys, who found the race, and Alice. (We’ve got a thing for running races outside of the city I guess… First Sleepy Hollow and now the Palisades!)
I suspect I might be up for running any race with “Escape” in the title, but I also like inaugural things. Hey New Jersey, come out and play with us!
I wish there was a machine that you could input your training, paces, plans for the day and general mood into so it could spit out your daily run for you. Like “Hey, you’re going to happy hour after, make this a 2.5 miler with speed intervals.” Or today, “You really fucked up at work, go run 900 miles along the windy West Side and think about what you’ve done.”
Things I like more than self-recrimination (even justified): the sun over the piers, air-drumming to the Black Keys, pedestrians who share the sidewalks, “Death of Autotune,” wearing my half-marathon T-shirt at work after-hours with impunity.
In which I am not a finance professional of any stripe
I’m getting my taxes done and eavesdropping on the guy in the next office who became a freelance tri coach last year. (Or as I call him, Tridad From The Future.) His problems are more interesting than mine! Also if anyone knows how I can professionalize and thus write off all my race fees, et cetera… I’m not saying that sponsorship from C9 by Champion, Town Sports or the California Avocado Commission is never going to happen, but this might be easier.
Dear Coach Internet: About a year ago someone pointed out to me that when I run I twist my upper body and arms from left to right. This is really inefficient because it doesn’t propel me forward, but I let it go on at the time because I had more elementary running issues. Now I can’t seem to correct it. I can focus on it briefly, but as soon as I stop I go right back to doing the awkward twist. Got any ideas for how I can teach myself to stop?
The Supreme Court issued their opinion in Eisenstadt v. Baird, establishing the right of single, non-married persons to contraception - encompassed in the right to privacy. Justice Berger wrote the opinion of the Court, saying:
If the right of privacy means anything, it is the right of the individual, married or single, to be free from unwarranted governmental intrusion into matters so fundamentally affecting a person as the decision to bear or begat a child.
I love that language. I love it so hard. What I don’t love is that the efforts of the women and men who worked so hard to allow us legal access to birth control is being eroded by dumb people and religious whack jobs that think that me taking a hormone pill every month is destroying unborn children or me having sex with my boyfriend is destroying their religious view of what is important or anyone having sex at all for anything other than popping out more religious whack jobs is SO WRONG AND BAD RARRRR. It’s frustrating and annoying and mostly just makes me want to shake people and throw a tantrum. BIRTH CONTROL IS EXPENSIVE AND IT’S NOT YOUR BUSINESS WHY I NEED IT AND THE SUPREME COURT SAID I COULD HAVE IT SO FUCK OFF.
Of course, there is the counter argument of many that the government doesn’t have to pay for it, just like they don’t have to pay for abortion. Yes. Okay. But we’re talking about private companies that are (potentially) being exempt from it, not the government. AND FURTHER, as my boy Berger said, this intrusion is mighty unwarranted.
In summation, fuck off and gimme my pills. Oh, and HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO EISENSTADT WOOOOOOO!
Happy anniversary indeed! You won’t believe the cake I ordered…
Hi all! I came from a volunteer meeting tonight for PurpleStride New York City - a 5K run/walk on Saturday, April 21 - and we’re looking for more people to register (just $25)! Please reblog or send to any runners or walkers out there looking for a race this spring in NYC.
Hey running/ run-walking people of New York, we should do this and then go see Scott Jurek at REI. (Is this a “signal boost”? Did I do that correctly?)
People in spin class who (unconsciously) move their hips back and forth as they pedal so it looks like they’re dancing in their bike seat. Probably not the greatest form by strict standards, but it always makes me smile. Go on you, dance in your seat.
Pedestrians trying to cross over to the river side would ask the cop on duty “What’s going on here?” Two years ago I would have been that pedestrian, pretty much.
Just like in any group of runners, in the elite pack there are some who are sweating bullets and huffing out desperate breaths and some who seem to be gliding, just off on a pleasant jaunt, no urgency. The difference is that elite sweaters and gliders alike are traveling at insane speeds.
More generally, there is a much wider variety of forms and strides in running than can even be imagined.
If you are going to run a race while juggling (or "joggle") and you then stop juggling, you should be forced to go back and start over. Or, you know, just don’t do that.
This year I saw so many people I knew, I saw people I wasn’t aware were running. “Oh, you’re here too!”
If you don’t have fun spectating at a road race you’re not doing it right. (Or the weather’s terrible, which is no one’s fault.) Whatever energy I expended I feel that I got back 10fold from the runners, even if they didn’t laugh at my sign or indicate they heard me. They had to save that energy, anyway.
Someone once planted into my head that it was incorrect to say “I’m proud of you” to someone when her or his accomplishment This may or may not be accurate. But when I say I’m proud of all of you who ran today, I hope you know it’s because of your achievement, and I hope I’m not taking anything away. You did awesomely! Really, you did.
Don’t know why I was so tired last night, it’s not like I ran 13.1 miles…
Pretty lame that the NYC Half only allows you to track 3 runners by text per phone number, because I know so many more runners in it. And it’s 99 cents, whereas the L.A. Marathon tracker (ahem measuringlife) is free and will also tweet or email to you. So, uh, what are you all wearing on Sunday… not in that way…
Also if anyone wants to get together on Sunday after the race, let me know! I probably won’t put together something formal because I’m kind of organized out, but I’ll be around.
My fourth half-marathon began much like my third — inauspiciously. I was forcing myself to eat after a terrible night of sleep (NOLA neighbors decide to rage from 3:30-5AM? awesome), dry-heaving nervous at the prospect of towing the line again. It felt like an effort to just point my feet in the correct direction. Was I really going to do this again???
In one of those races, I effectively quit at Mile 6 and spent the next 7.1 miles hating myself and everything. In the other, I forged ahead, hit mile 10 with a smile and the finish line proud.
It would be simplistic to say the difference was that I just decidedNew Orleans wasn’t going to be like the last time (Philadelphia), and then I went out and made sure that it wasn’t. So let’s just say I learned a lesson about mental strength and the importance of determination, in the good, real-smile-in-the-postrace-pictures way.
Today one of my friends at work held me a “Carbo-load Celebration” for the race. I was so verklempt I had to look up the word to make sure I was using it correctly (nerdlife!) For my first half, I tried not to talk about it at work because I was a) terrified I wouldn’t finish and b) afraid that no one would really care about it. It’s all different now.
I almost missed the party because of some other people’s impolite behavior, but I’m not letting them get me down. I’m excited about the trip, I’m excited to see friends and see a new-to-me city! Life is so good. It’s easy to forget that it’s so good. Things aren’t always easy in this new life I’m building, but they’re better.