I’m totally getting geeked up for the 2012 Olympic Track and Field events on Friday. Here’s the schedule for the middle and long distance runs. All events should be available via live stream on NBCOlympics.com.
London Time (CDT)
Friday, August 3
1:00 PM (7:00 AM) — Men’s 3,000m Steeplechase, First Round
8:05 PM (2:05 PM) — Men’s 1,500m, First Round
9:25 PM (3:25 PM) — Women’s 10,000m, Final
Saturday, August 4
11:35 AM (5:35 AM) — Women’s 3,000m Steeplechase, First Round
5:00 PM (11:00 AM) — Men’s 20K Race Walk, Final
9:15 PM (3:15 PM) — Men’s 10,000m, Final
Sunday, August 5
11:00 AM (5:00 AM) — Women’s Marathon, Final
8:15 PM (2:15 PM) — Men’s 1,500m, Semifinal
9:25 PM (3:25 PM) — Men’s 3,000m Steeplechase, Final
Monday, August 6
10:50 AM (4:50 AM) — Men’s 800m, First Round
11:45 AM (5:45 AM) — Women’s 1,500m, First Round
9:05 PM (3:05 PM) — Women’s 3,000m Steeplechase, Final
What????? Who is this girl? Does she not even care about being healthy any more?
Let me back up.
On Saturday I ran 10 miles in and around my neighborhood. I normally do my long runs on Saturdays for two reasons —
If it’s been a long week it’s more fun to chill out on Friday and then rally on Saturday, and
If something goes horribly wrong on Saturday’s run I have a “second chance” long run to use so I can stay on schedule
Truthfully, I have used #2 several times, but in the last few months the only times I ran on Sundays, I was either making up for a shorter weekday run or just shaking it out with people I don’t get a chance to run with often. Still, it’s a security blanket, I know.
This weekend I had no such because after long running (and showering and eating) I was heading up to Boston to visit my old friend J. We’d be too busy to carve out the time, so it was do work or go home.
Funny thing — I think I ran a little better under the pressure to get it done, which is not to say I went faster, but I was more determined. The 1000% humidity didn’t bother me till I got inside and discovered my very obvious sweat-lines and a bug drowned in my cleavage (sorry fellas!) My Garmin quit at 0.38 miles in, and I didn’t even think about going back to recharge, because I knew I just wouldn’t. At one point I told myself “Hey, it’s only 2 more miles. You’ve done 2 more miles a million times before,” a comforting staple of training self-talk.
And a man with a mustache said “Good work! Look at you now!” in the last .3 miles, so that was special.
Before I knew it I was curled up on the bus in my compression sox, eating trail mix before I fell asleep. On Sunday a part of me wished I had my running shoes, just to breathe a little post-rain air, just to get the cobwebs out. The last time I visited J. I ran from her apartment along the Charles River to Cambridge, just marveling at what my legs could do.
Instead we drove out to western Massachusetts, and I’m sure the place you live is pretty, but this has to be one of the top 5 prettiest places in the world. It was “Melancholia” beautiful out there. I think J. was alarmed that I kept saying “Ughhh, why is this not my life?”, “this” being “the part where I live in the remote mountains and eat Boursin cheese on baguettes and leave my cell phone off all day, and don’t get stuck on the hamsterwheel of thinking about my failings.”
But I don’t have to live there as long as I can visit.
I will be lying in bed, probably unable to move, clutching my marathon medal like a stuffed animal and hoping a bagel will magically appear in my hand.
My parents have booked their hotel. I was approved for the post-race vacation day I assume I’ll need. I got my transportation to Staten Island. And on Saturday night, for the first time in a while, I fell asleep with my compression sox on. (Sexy; knows it.)
It’s only starting to get real, but it’s also really exciting.
Tonight I went to a beginner fencing class! I always thought fencing looked awesome so when I saw a Groupon for a studio somewhat near me (Brooklyn stereotypes save time!) I jumped on it.
Before we even picked up the foils (type of swords) we practiced the stances of advancing and retreating as well as lunging to score points on your opponent (by touching her or him with your foil). Then we practiced with the foils and padded patches on the walls. Finally, we put on gear and practiced sparring, although at ridiculously slow speeds compared to what you’re probably imagining (actors in Shakespeare, Olympic athletes… not quite).
I loved how much of the sport is focused on form and having the ‘right’ positioning — in that sense it’s closer to yoga than, say, football. Posture and balance are critical to help you make your points because then you’re free to deflect your opponents’ advances. We learned how to salute our opponents before and after bouts and shake with our left hands to keep our sword hands free. Having access to real fencing gear made it feel extra serious. In my white jacket with the crotch strap, chest plate (imagine having a Barbie chest strapped over yours) and helmet I felt like an astronaut and it was really hard to manage all that and focus on my opponent advancing.
We didn’t do a lot of cardiovascular work but it was a nice rest-day still-jet-lagged-from-weekend activity. And yes, you do feel it when other people ‘hit’ you with the foils, but it doesn’t hurt.
Radar is one of the things that makes Tumblr awesome because it’s not intrusive, but it gives a window into blogs that are different from mine. I don’t plug random words into Blogger or Twitter to see who I should read or follow, but I often check out the Radar posts.
I want to see content from other users that I wouldn’t otherwise see on the Radar. So I don’t think you should allow content created by Tumblr onto the Radar.
Yes, Storyboard counts as your content. You may be shocked to find out that I already have heard of One Direction before you decided to weigh in this week, so I’m not really in the target audience for that reportage (for that and other reasons). Practically every other post on my Radar is one of yours, which makes me suspect that you aren’t shuffling that deck randomly.
I would also rather see individual users on the Radar than branded or corporate Tumblrs that are often ad-dominated dashboard hogs, but I recognize that is a losing battle.
Last night I snapped a photo of the free yoga class I took on a pier off lower Manhattan.
I really really really didn’t want to go to yoga yesterday. It was kind of an intense day and the last thing I wanted was to be alone with my thoughts. I believe I wrote to veggielife and andellasaid that I wanted to “sit in a dark room and drink many beers” instead of class, just to paint a picture. Besides, I rationalized that I had run that morning, so I had already punched my card for the day.
What made me go? Well, I don’t know. It didn’t hurt to leave the office while there was still a fair amount of sunshine, or walk along the Hudson. Or that I had taken a class with the teacher before, and really liked her. Maybe it was because I knew I probably wouldn’t have time to take another class this week, and I’ve gone every week for the past four, which is a decent streak.
I don’t need to say that I was glad I went, because of course I was.
I would never say that I force myself to exercise… but I still need a push, a lot of the time. It feels like a Thing I Do now, but still some days a Thing I’m Obligated To. It probably took me three solid months of working out not to argue with myself EVERY time before I went to the gym, and that was a lot of self-argument to wade through. Turns out, my brain doesn’t always know what’s best for me. But now I have momentum, and this is what it’s for. I don’t need it when it all feels easy. I need it when it doesn’t.
This morning I didn’t have a long run so I trekked out to Rockaway Beach for free yoga. It was tremendous, except: one shower later, still have sand on me. Everyone else just kind of brushed off and I came up from the beach looking like a monster. Must’ve been the sunscreen!
Later I’m looking forward to speedwork on the treadmill, an outdoor concert till I fry and then sweet refuge at the movies.
My team for Ragnar San Francisco-Napa Valley (Sept. 14-15) also featuring Tumblr runner katiewashere needs a few good members. If you’re interested, message me so we can talk about what kind of wine we want to have at the finish and other salient details.
Happy Fourth to my fellow “Amercians.” Three years ago today I laced up for my first 5K ever in my hometown. Unlike a lot of anniversaries, I hadn’t anticipated that I would be celebrating it as such, but here we are, and it’s good.
I couldn’t be home this year for that outing, so this morning I ran a hot10K on Roosevelt Island. The joke’s on me because there was thunder and rain in the forecast and a steady drizzle, and as I warmed up I thought, “Well, it sure would be nice if it cleared up and the sun came out.” Cut to: HEAT LAMP IN THE SKY. I added about 3 minutes to my 10K time from a month ago, but I was happy to get the time in. I even warmed up beforehand, which turned out to be a fruitless exercise, but was still a habit I wanted to get into.
I thought the race was fairly well organized except for not having anybody at the finish to point me toward WATER. Roosevelt Island is a bizarre little burg, a cross between a college built in the ’70s and the set of the ’60s TV show “The Prisoner,” but the scenery of the East River (and UN Building) and Queens on the other side was new and different. Plus, on the way home I got to ride the tram (as seen in “Spider-man 2”) back over the river. What a view!
I came home, napped, ate, drank, read outside, read in the A/C… you get the idea. I tried drinking some Nuun for the first time to see if it could make me feel less like hot garbage after a run (as I have oft been feeling). It did get me to down a 16 ounce glass of water in record time, but I’m not sure about the rest. Any good hydration tricks you want to pass along?