Jimmy crack corn

Got out Sunday and kicked up some dirt with Dewey and Tim. Actually more snow than dirt. No need for the fire trucks to be on Devcon 3 as the 11.5 miles only averaged 11:58 per mile. The 2 time state champ has agreed to another year of running. Moves pretty good at 67. Dewey and I just try and gather the crumbs of wisdom that fall by the way side. Mostly discussed who played who on old TV shows. I think we even knew Florence Bush was the hair stylist on Leave it to Beaver and that Earl Hagen the Music Score for Andy Griffith. I chewed copenhagen so that was easy to remember. Especially when we called putting one in as an "Earl." After weeks of 72.8, 86.3, and 80.2 I ended this week at 55.6. Struggled this Monday AM as I averaged 12:15 per mile over the 6.3. That was w/o any walking. A bit more determined in the PM I covered 4.3 total with 4 x .35 miles in 2:41, 2:41, 2:33, and 2:31. It felt fast, but that is mile paces of 7:40, 7:40, 7:17, and 7:11. Stand aside. We can't risk another frontal assault.

Motorhead

Did not feel a long effort today so the plan was to get at least 10.5 in. I plodded along out toward the back roads and actually saw a few people out weaving the magic. As I was cranking it up to a solid 11:50 pace I saw a guy up ahead wave and move steadily away from me. Motivated, I churned out a 3 mile tempo hitting 10:20, 10:02, and 9:15 miles. I grinned and finished 10.7 miles averaging 11:15. I definately need to lose 10 pounds. That starts today. I can't be the Larry Allen of distance running (reference to the retired Cowboys O-Line)and rumble along as smooth as a Chrysler Newport. Something needs to change, which is basically put the fork down. Damn. Let me see how this all goes. A new year is almost here so time for some wholesale changes.

Marlin Perkins

Been thinking about my last post and there is no chance I will ever get near 8 hours ever again at Ice Age. This is what happens when you slip into the protoplasma of your own mind. It's like the kid in high school, not elementary school who claims they are going to be an astronaut. Or the hundreds of kids who told me they would have made the pros if they'd have went on to play in college. The people who claim they scored 1360 on the SAT, but don't know who Boog Powell was. Though I made a mental lapse, I still want to run well. The base knowledge of believing you can train to any peak performance is entertaining, but the numbers don't lie. I enjoy numbers and no person who is pumping out 5mph routinely for 16 hours a week has any shot. Don't read that wrong. In some daft way it makes me feel like I'm doing something. But that something has changed in that I have zero desire now to try a last man standing. It is time to figure out a new plan. I have learned to pile up slow miles. So now I am older and slower than ever. Faced with the choice of going out a second time today, or perhaps resting up a bit, I will head back out and probably grind my bones down to the nub. One knows this because there is a cup of coffee 17" away. Plus I am giddily off work which I hope to make permanent as soon as we print another few trillion dollars. Now I funny too. I think I could hang around busy parking lots all day and watch the magic unfold. So many dynamics and hypothesis to conjure up. This is where you see America in real life. On par with the old Mutual of Omaha show Wild Kingdom. The one place left where everyone entering believes they are on equal ground. You even get to apply your own rules. Later...sorry for the lame post.

Have you seen the size of me

Some time ago I watched a piece on Jimmy Connors. His mother was his tennis coach. I recall as a youngster coming up, she only allowed him to practice/train like 10-20 minutes a day. The idea was to keep him hungry to come back and do as much as he could in that short period of time. There is something to learn in there. A year ago I advised myself that I would go out and pile up miles. My deal was that I would go as slow as I needed. This would include walking a fair bit at times. This year will yield close to 3,500 miles for me. Even with a knee rehab. I have also went to a new drug therapy as the former chemo type meds I was taking I became resistant to. The good news is my plattlets are in a much better range, but my hematocrit has been lower than its probably been my whole life. Again in the past month that has started to get up to about 38% so I feel a bit better running wise. All the slow moving has been enjoyable. It is a huge time commitment as 10 miles can be a 2 hour investment. This means going out twice a day. Just recently I began thinking about Ice Age. Typically in May, it was cancelled twice last year. It is difficult for me to use the just get a finsh language. When one is blazing 11:20 miles it is difficult not to drift off into the bizzaro world of dreaming how to break 8:00 out there one more time. Now look, I am not looking for false glory here. It is a real question I ask myself. As easy as it is to have virtually no running goals, I have been through similar scenarios 2-3 times in the past. Things can on occasion line up for me. I just don't control when good things happen (or challenging times), but I believe it is time to start busting away at the edges. If you 5 people who read this are up for it, I am going to start chipping away at new training. I'll write about it here. I have responded to virtually any training I have ever done. If one ran 9:30 pace at Ice Age (including all stops) this yields a 7:55. There is a very very slim chance this would ever happen. The thing is unless you try nothing good ever matriculates. I already train about 14 hours a week so I just need to adjust some paces. I will go against conventional wisdom and run tired all the time. I will still be the bum in last position in all jogging sessions, but I do not care. I will be working on increasing my working pace a couple times a week. When the time comes I will start transitioning to appropriate paces on the trails. I will know what is appropriate and what those paces should be for that day. It's in the vault.