Words of wisdom, don't do it, you'll regret it. Tales of my life, my running, and such as...
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
12/12-12/18
Here are a few things to remember the next time you go out for a run.
- Work to put yourself in tough situations in training. If you always avoid what is difficult in practice then you will have little experience to draw upon in races. If you can sometimes make training more difficult than what you expect to happen in racing then you will increase your opportunity for success.
- Accept that negative self-talk will enter into your head in both training & racing. Once you have accepted it then throw it in the trash. It doesn’t help and only begins to send you down the path to failure. Accept that you are human and your mind is engineered to steer you away from tough situations. However, also accept that you can control which path you go down so sometimes taking the difficult road is what you need to reach new heights.
- Understand that you are an emotional being. Do not deny the role that emotions have in your life. The more you understand your emotions and how they can sway you without direction the more you will then learn how to control them. Remember that you are the driver. With practice you can change your perceptions of tough situations. So… get out there and start practicing.
- Remember that your frame of mind is everything. As my coach said to me when I was competing… “If running was that easy then everyone would do it and everyone would win. It’s not, so get out there and get tougher. It’s the best way to get you what you want out of this sport”.
- If you don’t see that the opportunity for the reward is not greater than the risk of failure than loss is imminent. The pursuit must be worth it. Think big, train hard and be ready to handle the situations that will occur.
- Nervousness, fear, anxiety are the inevitability of sport. Without these it is not exciting. Without these are adrenaline levels don’t rise and our performances will not reach their peak. Embrace these feelings as drivers towards success. Use them to give you added energy to go faster, go longer and reach new levels of performance.
- If you can’t see it you can’t do it. Start to see it happen in your mind while you are training and while you are relaxing. Mental confidence to hit a goal comes over time. It is as much a part of the training plan as the physical work. This confidence is what elevates training on a daily basis. It helps to make smart decisions on and off the track. If you can clearly see yourself reach the goal then it all becomes about connecting the dots on race day
Saturday, December 11, 2010
12/5-12/11
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
11/28-12/4
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
12/1
Saturday, November 27, 2010
11/28
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
11/14
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
11/12
Thursday, November 11, 2010
11/10
Monday, November 8, 2010
11/8
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
10/30
Friday, October 29, 2010
10/29
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
10/27
Monday, October 25, 2010
10/25
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
10/20
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
10/19
10/19
Monday, October 18, 2010
10/18
Sunday, October 17, 2010
10/17
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
10/13
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
10/6
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
10/5
10/4
Sunday, October 3, 2010
10/3
Saturday, October 2, 2010
10-2
Friday, October 1, 2010
10-1
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Terrible, just terrible
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
9/28
Monday, September 27, 2010
9/27
Sunday, September 26, 2010
9/26
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
9/20
Saturday, September 18, 2010
9/18
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
9/14
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
9/8
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
9/7
Monday, September 6, 2010
9/6
Sunday, September 5, 2010
9/5
Friday, September 3, 2010
SEVEN!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
9/2
9/1
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
8/31
Monday, August 30, 2010
8/30
Sunday, August 29, 2010
8/29
Saturday, August 28, 2010
8/28
Friday, August 27, 2010
8/26
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
8/25
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Captain's Log, Star date, 8/24/10
Monday, August 23, 2010
8/23
8/19
Thursday, August 19, 2010
8/19
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
8/18
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
8/17
8/16
Sunday, August 15, 2010
8/15
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
8/1
Thursday, July 29, 2010
7/29
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
7/28?
Friday, July 23, 2010
7/23
Thursday, July 22, 2010
7/22
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
7/21
7/21, no run. Walked 18 holes. For those who do not know (as if anyone reads this) 18 holes walking is 3 miles, give or take. It mostly depends on how good you are. With me it's more like a walk 4 or 5. then I did a killer arm, chest, back, and abs work out. Then hit 2 buckets of balls at the driving range (about 250 balls). minimal food intake today, so I am pretty exhausted. waking up at 0355 to go run though.... May try to talk my roommate into it as well... I dunno though... He walked the 18 with me today. only carried my clubs for a single hole though... so not a very good caddy. we need to work on that lol.. Keep me honest BS. haha, cause BS by definition is not honest.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
7/20
Monday, July 19, 2010
7/19
Sunday, July 18, 2010
No Run
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Terrible Start
Thursday, July 15, 2010
It's only 100 miles
So, Maybe I am skipping a few steps here, however, I have been thinking.... Why should I not run a hundred mile race. I think the date is set. The motivation is there, and there is time to train accordingly.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Armadillo Dash 2010
It was hard. It hurt. It was not fun. It took too long. I can run it faster. I have to do it again. But let me rewind to four months ago. As JedI and I were finishing up our scrapper work out (www.traingforstrength.com) by running a mile on the treadmills, JedI tells me, “Hey you know what would be a good idea, if we ran a half marathon.” As I sat and pondered, I discovered that I was indeed tired enough to agree to this splendid concept. Sure, I can run a half marathon… How long is a half marathon?
13.1 miles. We began training, I’ll skip the details here, just know that during the course of training I lost somewhere in the range of 50-60 lbs. Did I mention that I’m fat. That’s kinda important to the story.
Race day arrives, my own “D-Day,” I found that getting to the race… ha… Race, what a funny concept. Let me veto the very thought of this being a race. Maybe it was a race for some, for myself, it was a run. A very, very long run. A Very Long Run. “Run” day came, and I found that making my way to the start finish line, may have been more difficult that initially expected. My wonderful Mother drove into town to watch me run, or rather, to be there for me when I finish the race, er I mean run, and Wonderful Mother brought my dog. Who’s very presence inspired me to go back to bed, or throw the tennis ball and forego the race, I mean run. Traffic getting to race site had not been seen by many. A larger turn out than expected. Who, in their right mind, would wake up a 0500 to go and pay $60 to run 13.1 miles. More people than anyone thought would. Of course I made the mistake of assuming that these people were or are in fact in their right mind. These people were/are not in their right mind. They are crazy, they… Are runners. Wonderful Mother and I park the vehicle and exit towards the mass crowd, where I assume the start line is. Heidi (the dog) in tow and full of rambunctious spunk. Excited to be alive. Me, less so at this point. I pinpoint JedI in the crowd, and our pre-race picture was taken, obviously staged, because we were smiling. Neither of us were happy to be awake this early.
As JedI and I make our general small talk about the morning, and how there should not be a 7 o’clock am. The gun goes off. Wait, was that for us? Sure let’s go for a run.
The first mile went by largely uneventful. I saw several of my co-workers from the local law enforcement agency who were working traffic direction. Part of me wanted to hide in the crowd, the other part of me wanted to run over and talk with them, and another part of me wanted to watch that cute ass that just ran by. Damn, gotta catch up. One mile down.
The second mile is a different story. With the iPod playing, the patter of feet around me, and cars going by, I was unable to concentrate on my breathing. I got winded lost my rhythm, and gave up. I had to stop and walk, regroup and rethink. JedI was pissed. So I decided to make him happy, I’d start running again.
The next couple of miles went by with more of the same, then it hit me. I hope there is a toilet around here somewhere. What luck. At the next water station, the boy scouts were there. Seriously, the boy scouts had a water stop with Johnny-On-The-Spots. I had to pee. It was a nice rest, but with it being only ¼ through the race, I mean run, it had to go on. But thank you to the boy scouts. Always Prepared.
Coming up on mile 6, JedI and I could hear something. Was that… could it be… it was. There was a live band, playing Journey, “Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, she took the midnight train going anywhere.” we ran through the water stop picking up a cup along the way, all the while singing karaoke to with this band. That kept us entertained for the next couple of minutes. By the way… it’s really hard to drink water while running.
Sometime around mile number 6.5 I began to feel a baseball develop in my left calf. This bothered me. This cramp did not go away for the rest of the run. My feet were hurting, every step walking on broken glass, this is what I get for not doing any road work in my training.
Coming up on mile #8 I began to see signs, I had no idea that people liked to watch others run. Sick sick people. A couple of the signs that made me laugh, “If your feet are hurting, it means you’re kicking “ass”fault. And as I rounded a corner, I noticed a young little girl, possibly 8 or 9 years old, holding a sign that said, “Run Bitch J” I laughed until mile 10 over that one.
The next several miles blended together as we kept trucking along, and me still running with the previously baseball sized, now softball sized cramp in my left calf. I made the last right turn towards the home stretch. I could see the big blow up finish line. I made the decision to sprint my last mile there. My fastest pace, mind you, is a quick walk at this point, although it feels as if I am running faster than Pre, (HA!).
The last 200 ft of the race, (yes it turned into a race now), were inspiring. Crowds of people cheering you on as you raise your hands in victory, the Rocky Theme playing, not only in your head, but it seems as if the entire arena is singing, along with Bil Conti and his orchestra. Every step is on a plate of cool whip, there is no pain, no broken glass, there is still a basketball in my left calf, and that does not feel good. But I am now 100 ft from the finish line, I see Wonderful Mother and lazy dog with a tennis ball in her mouth, I hope she is not expecting me to play fetch after this. 50 ft, John Williams is now in my head, I am superman, I am 25 ft from the finish. I can see the finish line, my calf hurts, I want to take a nice hot shower, wait did I just cross over the finish line, I missed my moment of glory, oh she’s handing me a medal. This is my anti-climactic finish. Eh, I made it.
I found out later, my official time is 2hrs 35min 35sec. Not bad for my first ever run. Next up is 5/1/10 in Beaumont, TX, The Gusher Half Marathon and Marathon. Maybe I’ll go for the real Marathon. Or maybe I should just try to better my half time. We shall soon find out, same Matt-Time, Same Matt-channel.