Monday, August 12, 2019

She’d a made Whitefish Bay

Andrea and I put in close to 35 miles on Saturday afternoon and into just past midnight on Sunday.  The running and moving portion took 8:22:29, or better yet about 14:30 per mile.  That’s not counting all the bigger stops for aid and changes at the car.  It was Angela and straight up Tina’s 3rd year for the festival.  Probably close to 30 people running various distances.  Andrea and I started 2 hours early at 4pm.  Not sure how many went the full 50 miles.

It was not easy and required effort.  Effort I am more than willing to initiate and accept, but have learned I only have so much juice.  Why would I even consider another 100, or a last man standing event?  Outside of the erosion of skin from the surface of my body, one gets all lurched up.  I mean lurched up in the sense of creaky, stiff, old man like.  Granted, I did come in with 35-36 miles the 4 days prior, but after a lifetime of trotting around one would think this would be much easier than it was.  Andrea is training for the Superior Sawtooth 100 and is in pretty fine form.  I was pleased to be able to keep up.  I never bonked or cramped, but dang it was not easy at all.

Either way I am examining much about what the future looks like.  Running has always been a great alternate vehicle to step out of the rat race.  And that is just what it all is.  Having the energy to manage all these continuous prompts is ponderous.  One just wants to get off the merry-go-round and let some other George Jetson character take my place.  Looking to ground control to Major Tom before the circuit is dead if you are feeling me.  I’ll be 58 next month and it might be time to stop trying to win one for the Gipper.  Looking forward to the, “I think the old guy down on the corner can sharpen you blades.”  “You mean the dude I see running up in the Big Belt and the Blue with no socks?”  Yeah that dude.  The one who said he doesn’t wear sox because Bobby Orr didn’t.

Any ways I put in about 70 last week with two days off.  I’ll decide if I’m going to go do the 12 hour run for a bit of entertainment this week.  That’s August 31st.  I hope to, but it seems I’m gone so much for work and then pounding out miles that Donna should justifiably say no.  We shall see.

I want to add I just learned my great uncle is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.  He died 10/19/18 in WW1 from disease in Europe.  He was a private in the Medical Corps.  His name was Leroy Dehart.  My Dad’s middle name is Leroy.  I knew all my relatives closely on that side of the family.  You mean no one ever mentions this...ever?  My Dad was named after him and never any mention?  I find this randomly on line and no one knows squat?  My brother went out to the grave this weekend and took photos.  He does have his name on one of the Foreign Legion building back in rural PA, so maybe they have more info.  I find it interesting.  Perhaps they just did not know.

Saturday, August 3, 2019

2019 Blog Hop Challenge

2019 Blog Hop Challenge Questions
1.  Who are you? If applicable, share anything you want about your cancer (type, stage, when diagnosed, whatever.) Share something about yourself such as where you live, the name of your blog and it’s “mission” (no links here, though, or you might end up in spam), a challenge you have faced or are facing now, or whatever you want.

Dave Dehart.  I have had Polycythemia Vera since 2002.  The name of my blog is How Far To The Barn.  It is primarily about running.  I live in WI with my wife Donna and my primary challenge is work.

 2.  Have you ever participated in a blog hop before?

No I have not.

 3.  What’s your favorite sort of blog post to write and/or read – personal story, informational, how to, controversial, political, opinion, rant or other?
I stick to running based blogs, though many people ramble about just about anything.  Running blogs (especially those geared towards long distances) can be full of useful tidbits.
 4.  Describe yourself in three words. Yes, just three!

Fallible, Hungry, Dependable

 5.  Name three of your favorite books from your youth (whatever age that means to you.) that had an impact on you.

My Side of the Mountain
Self-Made Olympian
The Deerslayer

 6.  What are you reading right now, or what’s on your to-read list for when you have time?

See You at the Terminus by Brian Frain

 7.  What’s your favorite dessert of all time?

Chocolate cake with chocolate icing.

 8.  Tell us about a special pet you have, had, or would like to have. (Never wanted a pet, that’s okay too.)

ET was a kitten my very young kids found.  That cat could kill any varmint and cut rabbits in half.  There was no daily limit.  And he lived among us like he was a normal being.

 9.  What’s something people don’t know about you and might be surprised to learn?

I like to watch birds.  I like to listen to them.

10.  Do you believe healthcare is a privilege or a right?


11.  What’s your favorite thing about blogging and/or reading blogs?

It is a great way to see that many of us are the same, but at the same time so much different.  Many running blogs have individuals taking on adventures I could never accomplish.  It motivates me.  To see people do incredible things somehow motivates me to get out and run my simple few miles a day.

12.  What’s something you really suck at?


13.  What’s something you’re pretty good at?

Mowing the grass. 

14.  How do you escape from cancer (or life in general) worries?

I'm just out pounding a few miles.  Looking for a little adventure here and there.  Last Saturday I was able to finish the Tosa Perimeter Run around the city of Wauwatosa with 9 others.  I  might sign up for a 12 hour run at the end of August.

Sunday, July 7, 2019

Angel Martin

Kayaked about 5 hours with several delays to toss the hook.  The wife and I were shutout.  Great day to get on the mighty Oconomowoc River and power our way up to Loew Lake.  Saw one person the stretch up and 34 on the way back.  Plus about 10 humans in line.  I thought we started late.  No matter twern’t no Grizz left anyway.

I did sneak in 12.1 kilometers at 5:20pm.  It was difficult the first half, but I loosened up the last half and got it in the bank to get in a 50 mile week.  Been some time since I pulled that feat off.  Ten minute miles is laying it down now-a-days.  The days of be good or be gone are a distant memory.  I think the main reason to getting out is to insure the parts still work.  My hip/back issue the past six months is not as bothersome now.  I gave up trying stretch it, get to the pain area, and strengthen the area.  Apparently all that did was aggravate the hell out of it.  Another example of just let stuff take care of itself.  Kind of like the PF.  I still wear the inserts when I’m in street shoes.  Otherwise I just walk around now, or throw another folded in half shoe liner in when I run and let it work out.  I tinker around with how much stuff I’ll throw in the shoes for a run.  Just sitting out on the porch here with dog and I have red, yellow, blue, and black ones laying around and drying up.  Good times.  So psyched to get back to work tomorrow.

So another thought about training and not getting into Big’s.  Maybe I’ll finally do that swan song 100 miler.  Either an official one or the fictitious Commando 100.  Again...not a guy who likes to go longer than 50 miles.  Ten hours is plenty long.  Thirty hours just seems like unnecessary punishment.  Not sure why people get fired up to do them.  That is a long way on foot.  Hats off to those who can consistently pull them off.

Anyway, time to watch the Rockford Files.  Good to have a bit of levity once-in-a-while.

Saturday, July 6, 2019

If I can go that distance

I could get used to these 4 day weekends.  Get some runs in, a bit of kayaking and fishing, do the stuff needed, and general walkabout.  I am getting close.  I can smell the inside of the old work truck I'll own with cool stuff inside it.  Stuff like old ball hats, gloves, and lures.  Maybe even an emergency camping set-up.  Stopped in where the Wife works today to pick up ice cream and a chicken sandwich.  She's thinking fishing later today so I may have to blow off a chore or two.  As long as I finish weeding the garden later I'm good with that.

I did 3 x 6k in 50 minute segments today.  Loop 1 road 42:54, Loop 2 trail 43:58, and Loop 3 road 41:56 in the pouring rain.  I was going to go farther, but have to save some juice.  The trail loop needed effort.  One could easily slide back to 8:00 minute 1k splits and leave a scant 2:00 before the next segment.  I recognized some work needs done here.  The deer flies were terrible, even with a Penn State stocking cap and my trusted hoodie.  They were bouncing off me they were so thick.  Even getting under my glasses and occasionally getting in behind the neck.  Worse than a German Shepherd on a rib roast bad.  So I opted for the road the last loop.  Good thing because it poured and with glasses on it is tedious.  Hated it!  Weather is always the equalizer.  In the future fantasy world where one ambles along strong as bull, one seldom considers how ponderous weather can be.  I was drenched anyway after running the first two loops.

Running slow is hard work.  For one it makes you slower.  For two it takes forever to cover a few miles.  For three you have to do an incredible amount of it to possibly make any endurance gains.  All I'm slowly accomplishing is trying to get used to mastering the time continuum.  Can I vacuum pack time?  The beatings will continue until morale improves.  Who trains like this for a race they will probably never get in? 

Reading other blogs, apparently I'm supposed to be resting quite a bit.  Look I get it.  Let your body absorb the training.  That's probably great advice for people who actually can get somewhere in running.  Thing is when you are only a running bum, all that nonsense means little.  Pile it high if you can.  Figure out the stuff that goes along with it along the way.  I figured out today I am currently way over my head for a backyard ultra.  Not sure how to overcome some of the cards I have in this hand, but if I can stay reasonably consistent, ramp up a bit of mileage, and have a few key workouts, maybe I won't be another bum from the neighborhood if I get in.

Friday, July 5, 2019

I will be your night in shining armor

A bit of banter this week amongst a few fellow runners about a possible on-the-fly 100 miler.  I was told to put it together and a few hardy folks would show up.  My ambition is there, but I'm more of a let's start here and end here.  All the stuff in between is on you.  But hey, maybe that is all that's required.  I had my Ice Age Trail book out (Thanks Dean!) and there are a lot of options.  Of course a date would need selected.  Let me know you finished over the weekend and I'll put a list together of finishers.  I could come up with some sort of hand out afterwards...or not.  The thought is in my head.  There is at least one other reason to do it, but I have to massage the brain a bit and see if I'm worthy to be trusted with the notion.  I do know people would show and people would go about as far as they wanted.  Some would indeed finish.  As is typical, I'm sure a few other hardy folks would be out supporting and checking out the small band of knuckleheads.  It would be in the latter part of 2019.

So the idea of Big's wasn't released from the brain.  It takes on activity outside of my normal list of things I do or do not particularly want to do.  Most reading this know the typical crap, but if you are new to life and life past 50 years old it is along the lines of laundry, fishing, work, grocery shopping, work, mowing grass, work, weeding the garden, walk dog, work, grocery shopping, work, painting projects, burn stuff, fishing, work.  A true master can select the one item that is on the like to do list.  Of course I didn't list running because you already know running is sorta what this blog is about most times.  My big brain told me as I laid in bed at 11:00pm putting up with the fireworks, that here are some great ideas on how to consider training for Big's.  In no particular order:

-Consider doing 12 hours at Robert's event witch is a flat 1 mile trail loop on 8/31.  Aim for 50 miles.  Run 5 miles the first two loops and 4 miles the last 10 loops.  Any extra time left on the hour I wait until the next hour starts.
-Consider doing all of Tina and Angela's What the Funk 80k through the night on 8/10.  Practice covering the distance with power jogging and emotional rescue walking.
-Actually practice 4.167 mile loops every hour as the race has on select weekends.
-Randomly practice 3.5 mile loops in 50 minute bites during the work week to mimic process.  Best when wife leaves for work at 3:45am days. I could squeeze in 4 circuits in 3:10 before work.
-Occasionally risk confrontation by wife by making use of middle of the night can't sleep and putting shoes on and running a 4.167 mile circuit. 

Looks like work to me, but it helped me go back to sleep around midnight.

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Fort Nuts

I remembered that I am about 17th on the wait list for Big's Backyard on October 19th.  I've averaged about 150 miles the past few months.  I better start looking to double that mileage.  Did I say double mileage?  Is that by Fort Nuts?  I check in regularly and there is a lot of movement on the list.  The true runners.  The ones winning other Backyard events for Golden Tickets into Big's are being added to the race.  I'm just hoping to dumb into this thing.  Having said that, I best be prepared to stumble bum around for a long time.  I'm not someone with a resume that smacks of "distance king."  I have finished a total of one 100 miler.  I'm hoping this is something different.  Most of us want to believe we are special is some unforeseen way at something.  I signed up for this thing so if I get in I better be able to save face.  My goal would be to go as long as I could.  Not sure how that will play out at 58 years old, but for now it sounds better than doing any fast running.  Is that by Fort Nuts as well?

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Damage report Mr. Sulu!

Blasted out a solid 7.4 miles with Dewey today on the bugline.  Powered it out at about 10:49 pace.  They had to call the water trucks in to tamp down the fire trail we were leaving behind.  Not everyone has the same talent pool to draw from.  So lucky to be alive and able to catch small glimpses of life as it whizzed by.

Other than that another loosely put together week of fun running.  You come to learn in the greater scheme of using the same fairways as a human form or animal to move along that everyone has a different set of rules.  I traverse in 3 primary ways.  Driving, running, and dog walking.  When I drive I get annoyed at bikes that refuse to move over to the side.  They are right, but 15 mph and claiming the lane seems like a defiant move.  I also am amazed at parents with strollers very close to highways that are 55mph.  When I run I get annoyed at folks driving and looking at the phone.  This would be especially annoying and dangerous if I rode a bike.  I just don't feel safe biking.  When I walk the dog the best part is other dogs leaving their yard to get a sniff of my dog at full speed.  She loves confrontation, or at least lets on like it is no big deal.  Of course I have her on a leash, but if you cross over the road it is all fair game.  I don't like this because somehow we are the annoying factor.  Here comes that gray haired guy with the white T on.  Not sure why he lets his semi-toothless dog bite our dog in the face.  Out Doberman and Irish Setter are really sweet dogs.  People tend not to say crap either, so I don't bother.  "Winston...Winston!"  Too late then Braaah.  I did have to tell one lady last year in the best language I could to basically call her dog back.  When people know you are fired up they don't want to say squat.

Look I drive more than I run on the roads.  Do everyone a favor if you are on it for another reason other than driving and stay out of the way.  I truly get it, but from my view many people don't.  Trust me, a week does not guy by when it seems like someone...sends me a message.  My favorite is running through 4 ways in rural areas and people would rather run you over than give you a turn to ramble through the intersection.  If I ever wanted to pull someone through a car window then that is the time.  Again it is a small percentage of people, but they exist.  It's just easier to wait to everyone is gone and go back to laying down 10:30 miles and vanish out of sight.