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Monday, August 2, 2010

Cheering on the Lunatics

Yesterday morning, the Enthusiast and I decided to be a mobile support crew for the Burning River 100.

I had 18 miles on deck, and we had a busy day ahead. It just made sense to start my run at the Memorial Parkway trail head for the Towpath, which is a mile from our apartment and just happened to be where one of the last aid stations was for the 100-mile race.

We were down there by 7:30 a.m. The runners we saw had been running for 27 and a half hours -- about 95 miles. Sadly, most of them looked better than I would look when I finished my meek three-hour run.

For the first six miles, we saw dozens of runners and cheered on each one as they trudged along. That first hour of my run felt like nothing. Those ultra-runners provided a huge dose of perspective and a powerful boost of motivation, along with a great distraction.

[Drunkard's note: Congrats to JoJa Jogger for finishing in 29 hours, 39 minutes!]

The Enthusiast helped me stay on pace for the final miles as she biked along. My bonked 18-miler in Week 7 is just a faded memory.

Akron Marathon Training Week 9:
  • Tuesday was a five-mile recovery run to exorcise Week 8 and my longest barefoot run to date (9:30 pace).
  • Thursday's race pace run was an eight-miler in the hippy shoes, another milestone (8:56 pace).
  • Friday was an easy four miles in my new shoes (9:50 pace).
  • Saturday was a tough nine-miler on the final leg of the Burning River course (11:03 pace).
  • Sunday's 18-miler was aforementioned (10:37 pace).
My weekly total was 44 miles, a new high. This week contains my first of three 20-milers with a total of 48 miles. Sunday's 18-miler gives me a good start on August's running, after a strong July. Here is last month's statistical rundown:
  • Total Miles: 151 miles (21 runs)
  • Highest Weekly: 44 miles (40, if Sunday doesn't count)
  • Average Weekly: 37 miles
  • Average Pace: 10:04.27 per mile
  • Longest/Fastest Run: 16 miles @ 10:14 pace
  • The Monthly Dif: +32 miles (119 miles in June)
My average speed took another slight dive this month, as I continue to pack on the mileage. We're ignoring this trend and trusting that the speed is there when we need it.

Friday, March 6, 2026

Flashback Friday: Celebrating 20 years of running even though I don't post here anymore


My running life was sparked in September 2005, when I gathered with some friends to watch the Akron Marathon. My eventual training buddy Martini was running for the third straight year, having begun when the race was established in 2003. I stood out front of an apartment building a block away from my own and drank a Yuengling Porter as I watched hundreds of runners of all shapes and sizes plod past, and I thought to myself, “That might be cool.”

I had tried running a couple times in my life. The first being a kid's turkey trot at Plum Creek in my hometown of Kent, Ohio. I was about to finish third and win a prize when this girl came from behind and beat me to the finish line. That was my first lesson in finishing strong. I tried running a few times in college with my friend and roommate J, but it never stuck. I grew up playing hockey, so I did a lot of ice skating and rollerblading for fitness. But when that was over, I became kind of sedentary.

Aside from Martini, my other main running influence was my dad. I believe he was the same age as I was when he began running in the 1970s. I have early memories of watching him run the annual 10K at the start of Kent Fest every July. Sometimes I would ride my bike alongside him as he ran around the neighborhood or at the nearby bike and hike trail. There also was a couple who lived in my neighborhood growing up who would let me ride my bike around the block with them as they ran. They were nice, but I don't remember their names. 

In high school, I had picked up smoking. But by the time I watched that 2005 Akron Marathon, I was either on my way to quitting or had already stopped. After the winter thaw as the promise of spring peered just around the corner, I decided to go for my first “real” run. I say “real” because it was the run that stuck, and I haven’t stopped since. 

It was March 2006, and I wore sweatpants and some old tennis shoes. I think I went a mile, but it was probably less than that. It felt good. I was tired, but invigorated. My skin tingled with sweat. My legs wobbled. My lungs burned. But it was satisfying in a way that spurred me to keep going. And that’s what I’ve done for 20 years, with plenty of highs and lows.

The first year

Not long after I started running did I decide to train for my first race. I targeted the same 10K that I used to watch my dad run. Of course, it was no longer called the Kent Fest, nor was it even the same course he had run. But the race was still held before the start of the annual Kent Heritage Festival on July 4th weekend.

Training for that first race didn’t go easily. I started getting shin splints as I increased my mileage. A friend told me I should invest in actual running shoes, suggesting I go to Lucky Shoes in Fairlawn, Ohio, to get properly fitted. My dad always wore Brooks, so that’s what I got. The woman who helped me suggested an easy exercise to get rid of my shin splints, and I haven’t had a problem with them ever since. The shoes were a little big, but they served me well for more than 600 miles.

The biggest mistake I made that first year was training without a plan and not logging my mileage. I estimate I ran about 500 miles that year, which is still more than I’ve run since 2011. I linked up with Martini, and we ran together often. Watching him run the Akron Marathon again in 2006 inspired me to get serious and train for my own marathon. I read some books, started logging my miles and found a training plan to complete my first marathon in 2007.

The first marathon

Before embarking on training for my first marathon, I first decided to run a half marathon. My employer decided to encourage us to get fit (my boss being an avid triathlete), and they offered to pay for my entry for the Cleveland Half Marathon in May 2007. Training through the winter was a bit of a challenge, but I was able to complete the race in less than two hours, which felt empowering.

As I morphed into a more serious runner, I decided to start chronicling my adventures in this here blog, the name deriving from a defunct MySpace group I used to run, where my friends and I would recount our drinking adventures. I kept the same idea with the blog, but added running to the mix. My blogger handle was a nickname an old coworker had given me when I worked at a record store. I quickly discovered a whole community of likeminded runbloggers who encouraged and amused each other. 

This was the year I really caught the racing bug. Running the half marathon gave me confidence to train for the Akron Marathon that year, but I also ran a 5K, a 10K and another half marathon before completing my first 26.2-mile race.

I started to develop a set of racing goals that motivated me for several years. I wanted to beat 25 minutes in the 5K, 50 minutes in the 10K, 1:50 in the half marathon and four hours in the marathon. I trained hard that year, but four hours was just too tough to beat in my first attempt. I finished in 4:26 and vowed to keep trying.

The epic year

My third year of running was simply the most ever. Most mileage. Most races. Most fun. In 2008, I ran 1,000 miles, still the most I’ve ever run in a year. I completed the “Summer Solstice Challenge” with Martini and ran 26.34 miles on the Towpath, still the most I've run at one time. I completed 10 races, still the most I've run in one year, including two half marathons and two full marathons, although the four-hour mark still eluded me. Heck, I even started playing the banjo that year (see my other blog). And on top of all that, I also met the woman I would marry three years later, even after I told her about crossing the puke threshold. What an exciting time! 

I ran so much that year that I needed to start a second running log to keep track of it all. I was hyper-focused on breaking four hours in the marathon. However, I did even worse in my second Akron Marathon than the year before, finishing in 4:30. I was confident in my training that I decided to run the Towpath Marathon two weeks later, where I set a new personal record at 4:22, but I was still well short of my goal.

Although I didn't achieve my marathon aspiration that year, I set six new PRs and was able to break 1:50 at the Buckeye Half Marathon. However, the four-hour marathon would elude me for two more years.

The four-hour barrier

In 2009, I ran a little less, but I made massive progress toward reaching my ultimate marathon goal. I set a new PR and finished a little less than five minutes shy of breaking four hours at that year's Akron Marathon. I decided not to attempt another race that year, finishing the year with 970 miles and completing six races.

I ran even less in 2010, finishing with 831 miles and completing only three races. However, each one was a new PR. I ran my fastest ever 5K at 22:26, shaving three seconds off my previous best. I ran my fastest ever half marathon at 1:44:15, shaving four minutes off my previous best. And finally, after five attempts, I broke four hours at the Akron Marathon, finishing in 3:58:46.

It felt like such a big accomplishment. However, the idea of trying to top that was just too daunting. I know guys who easily qualified for the Boston Marathon. I would have had to shave another hour and change off my personal best. Instead, I sought other challenges. 

The barefoot craze

Christopher MacDougall released Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen in 2009. The book chronicled the Tarahumara tribe in Mexico’s Copper Canyon region, a community full of seemingly super-human runners who traverse hundreds of miles on bare feet or wearing thin huarache sandals. MacDougall touted barefoot running as a kind cure-all for running injuries, and the story was so compelling that I decided to give it a try in 2010.

My first barefoot run in October of that year was a little less than two miles, but I could immediately feel the impact on my calves and feet. Over the years, I incorporated barefoot running into my training and started to seek out minimalist running shoes that would give me a similar feel as going shoeless.

Racing flats became my first foray into thin, flat, flexible shoes. Vibram Five Fingers were the first to market a true barefoot-style shoe, with a thin rubber sole connected to a sock-like upper with individual toe sockets to allow full toe splay. I didn’t like how my toes felt in those goofy-ass things. Big names like Merrell and New Balance got into the game, with some decent offerings, my old Merrell Road Gloves being my favorite and still my highest mileage minimal shoe to date. 

Through this blog, I started to get offers from nascent “barefoot running” shoe companies, including current market leaders Altra and Xero Shoes (formerly Invisible Shoes), to review their products. The early Altras were not great, and I quickly dismissed the two pairs I got to test (Adams and Samsons). Meanwhile, Xero Shoes started out specializing in huarache sandals, but the company eventually made the move to a more traditional shoe with the Prio. These became my new favorite running shoes, and the company continued to improve on its designs with each new model.

Although I haven’t gone for a true barefoot run in a few years, I still run exclusively in minimalist shoes. I have continued to support Xero Shoes, currently running in their HFS road shoe and the Mesa Trail II trail shoes. I like both models, but I recently decided to give Altra another try, purchasing the King MT 2 trail shoes, as my Xero trail shoes haven’t held up to the rigors of off-road running (or tripping over tree roots). 

The marriage life

After finally achieving my sub-four-hour marathon in 2010, my running life started to change. The following year, I got married. The morning after my bachelor party, I ran the Buckeye Half Marathon again, and then the 2011 Akron Marathon was a couple weeks after our wedding. It took me almost an hour longer to finish than the year before. It would be my last full marathon.

In 2012, my wife and I put together a relay team for the Akron Marathon, and I completed my leg of the race barefoot. It was my first and only barefoot race. My overall mileage continued to drop from the height of 2008, with 532 miles in 2011 and 376 miles in 2012. Those totals would continue to fall over the next several years as I transitioned into a new phase of life and subsequently a different kind of runner. The 2012 Akron Marathon would be my last race for nine years.

The trail runner

While 2012 marked the end of my time as a marathoner, it marked my transition to primarily being a trail runner. In March of that year, I completed my first trail race, a 10K at the Oak Hill trailhead in Peninsula, Ohio. I had done some trail running during the previous few years, but I didn't get my first trail shoes until 2011, with the New Balance MT101, a precursor to the company's Minimus lineup.

After spending so much time running the roads around Akron and on the Towpath Trail, it was a treat to explore all the rugged hiking trails throughout the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, including the Buckeye Trail, the Valley Bridle Trail, Wetmore, Langes and others. Even my homebase of Sand Run had good hiking trails in addition to the multipurpose trail I had been running on for years.

I almost exclusively run on trails now. I still use the Towpath and Sand Run’s main path, but I avoid pavement unless I’m competing in a race.

I'm looking forward to my new trail shoes, as the last few pairs I've had kept suffering tears at the toe box. However, my shoe repair skills have greatly improved over the years. Take a closer look at the red shoes in the photo above. My current trail shoes look like something out of Frankenstein, but they get the job done. I'm hoping my new ones hold up better to my constant tripping on tree roots. I'm still waiting for them to ship. 
 

The parenthood life

My son was born in September 2013, and that was the last time I would run more than 100 miles in a year until 2021. My mileage dropped from 129 to 20 in 2014, increased the next three years to 44, 72 and 93, and then dropped back down to 40, bottoming out at 15 miles in 2019, and then rising back to 40 miles in 2020, the year of the COVID-19 pandemic.

Being a new parent was all-consuming, especially since my son was born a month premature. Excusing myself for a run was a guilt-inducing experience, even though my wife never expressed any sort of displeasure. I just felt selfish for taking time for myself. My lack of running led me to announce the official end of this blog, although I've checked back in a couple times over the years. 
 

The return to racing

The pandemic helped spur me back to running. My son was older and didn’t need quite so much attention. Being isolated from people and having to stay home all the time was difficult, and running became a much-needed escape.

While I didn’t run with Martini anymore, as he has gone on to train for increasingly longer races, including 100-mile ultramarathons, parenthood had brought me new running friends in the form of, G & E, the parents of one of my son’s schoolmates. In June 2021, they encouraged me to enter an 8K race as part of the new Akron Marathon Race Series. It was my first race in nine years. I ran with G the whole way, and we finished with a 13:50 pace. I had never run that distance before, so it was a PR. 

That gave me the itch to race again. 

Two months later, I entered the 10K as part of the same race series. However, I had injured my foot during training, having I stepped awkwardly on a tree root. (Damn those roots!) It was my first running injury in a decade, and I wasn't fully healed by race day. I ended up reinjuring my foot, suffering a pretty bad sprain that knocked me out of commission for a several weeks. Even so, I ran 226 miles that year, the most I had run since 2012, running in every month but December.

The Burning River 100

The next year brought more new running adventures. I more than doubled my mileage in 2022, as G & E wanted me to join their eight-person relay team for the Burning River 100, which was the original inspiration for the aforementioned Summer Solstice Challenge. It was cool to finally be a part of this epic race, and I enjoyed following a high-mileage training plan again. 

My section was just under 14 miles, from the Valley Picnic area, across the Towpath, to the Valley Bridle Trail, Langes Run, Wetmore, Salt Run and ending at Virginia Kendall. It was a great experience. Burning River was my longest race since 2011 and my longest trail race ever.

A couple months later, I also ran the Home Run for the Homeless for the first time ever that fall. Even though the race starts about a mile from my house, I had never run it before because of Thanksgiving plans.

My mileage dropped down to 160 in 2023, and I didn’t compete in any races that year. I increased my mileage to 200 in 2024 and ran in two 5Ks, with one organized by a conference I attended for work in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and the other being the RoadRokr 5K to support my son’s school. That was the one with my favorite race photo ever. 

The Bigfoot 10

In 2025, my mileage increased for the third straight year to 375. We traveled to Greece that summer, and I ran only a couple times while I was there. But I came home and ran the RoadRokr 5K again on very little training, and then I decided I wanted to train for a longer race again, picking the Bigfoot 10-mile trail race at Salt Fork State Park in December last year. 

My training plan was pretty solid, although I probably ran too many miles on flat terrain as I was trying to increase my mileage to double digits without straining my body too much. I ran the Home Run for the Homeless again just 10 days before the Bigfoot 10, linking up to run with Martini for the first time in years. By that point I was tapering for the big race, and I was feeling good physically but a little nervous about the trail conditions with expectations for snow, ice and mud. 

The Bigfoot race is a two-day, multi-distance event, held on the first weekend in December, with a 50K, 20-miler and 10-miler on Saturday, and then a second, more hiker-friendly 10-miler on Sunday. I chose the Sunday race, which maybe wasn't the smartest decision. By the time I got to the starting line, the trails were in pretty rough shape from Saturday's racers, although the mud was not as bad as I was told past years have been. Leading up the race, the trails closer to home had been covered in snow and ice, but luckily that wasn't a problem at Salt Fork. It was just the mud. 

Overall, it was a great race, and I would consider staying overnight at the park lodge if I were to run the race again (which I might). The event rekindled my interest in racing more, and I’m hoping to train for some longer races again in the near future.

The 20th anniversary

And so, here I am, celebrating my 20th anniversary as a runner. By the end of this month, I will have logged 7,000 miles lifetime, and I'll be running my 40th race later this year. 

Sometimes I think back to my marathoning days and wonder how I found the time to run so much. Life changes, and you change with it. 

I used to put a lot of focus on time, and then I'd get down on myself for not achieving my goals. The Bigfoot 10 was the first time I trained hard for a race without being worried about my finish time. I had a loose goal, which turned out to be realistic. But time wasn’t my focus. Instead I focused on enjoying the community of runners. I ran about half the race with a woman, whom I helped up after a fall. We parted ways at an aid station where she met up with her family. At the finish line, my legs were cramping and forcing me to walk, but another runner who was right next to me at starting line encouraged me to finish strong.

"Success rests in having the courage and endurance and, above all, the will to become the person you are, however peculiar that may be. Then you will be able to say, 'I have found my hero and he is me.'" -- George Sheehan

Success is not a time, it’s a state of mind. I was never very fast, and I’ll likely never be as fast as I was. I’m a solid mid-pack runner, who prides himself on perseverance not speed. While it’s impossible to avoid aiming for a time goal, I refuse to base my enjoyment on running faster than anyone else. I'm only racing the ghost of my past self (and perhaps the couple of people ahead of me in the last quarter mile of a race). 

As I enter my third decade of running, I want to focus on being a kind runner. Still grumpy, but kind. Even though I don’t like to talk while I’m out there, it doesn’t mean I can’t be encouraging to others and help that fallen comrade get to the finish line. I want to be that runner who gives that much-needed boost at a difficult time. 

A new first ... well, actually, third

UPDATED March 23, 2026: After 20 years, I finally made the podium in a race. On Saturday, March 21, I ran the Lucky Leaping Leprechaun 5K in Canal Fulton, Ohio. I finished in 28:30, a solid six minutes slower than my fastest 5K, and yet it was fast enough to win third place in my age group. It was a flat course, taking place on the southern portion of the Ohio & Erie Canal Towpath Trail. I started near the back, and steadily picked off runners along the way. The crowded field and narrow path made for a slow first mile at 10:32, but I ran sub-9s the rest of the way. I passed some punk pre-teen right around the third mile marker, and scored a victory for middle-aged runners everywhere. 

40th race

UPDATED June 13, 2026: One last milestone to mark during my 20th year of running was competing in my 40th race. After winning my first ever age-group award in March, I ran the Muddy Paws 5-mile trail race in June. It was my first time running the race, and I managed to finish in the Top 40% overall with a 12:50/mile average pace. While 40 races in 20 years only breaks down to two races per year, you have to remember that I went nine years between 2012-2021 without running a single race. My max was 10 races in 2008. Over the last two years, I've challenged myself to complete at least one race per quarter. I was kind of scrambling to find a race for Q2, so I registered for this race at the last minute. It was a loop course at the Pine Hollow trailhead in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, following parts of the Cross Country and Salt Run trails. Although I've been running on trails almost exclusively for the past few years, this was only my fourth trail race ever. 

Racing with my kid

UPDATED August 15, 2026: OK, this is the last milestone to mark in this milestone year. For the last three years I have been running the RoadRokr 5K, which benefits my son's school band program. This year, he wanted to sign up with me. At the time of registration, he assured me he would be fine because he hiked three miles with his Scouting troop. Come race day, however, he had barely done any activity this summer. But still, he managed to finish the race in under 45 minutes. I joked with him that he did the "Couch to 5K" plan in one day. I ran with him the whole way, forgetting about the PR and enjoying my first race with my kid. 

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Post script: I know most of my runblogger friends have moved on to other things, but I just wanted to get this little celebratory post out into the world. This blog was a big part of my early days as a runner, and having this virtual community was instrumental in my continued development over the years. If any of you are still out there, thank you for your support. You can find me on Instagram, where I post about records, comics, beer and occasionally running. 

Monday, June 23, 2008

Summer Solstice Challenge: Beta

When it comes to anything sports related in Northeast Ohio, we're always waiting for next year. Why should it be any different with a personal athletic goal like the Summer Solstice Challenge?

Long story, short: we didn't make it.

The final route was an out-and-back along the Ohio & Erie Canal Towpath from the Mustill Store in Akron to the Lock 39 Trailhead in Valley View and back, which would have been just short of 55 miles. My accomplice and I were not prepared.

A Man
Martini and I often run together, but we're more accustomed to drinking challenges. We started dueling each other sometime last year with various boozing feats of strength, and somehow this running challenge got thrown into the mix. It wasn't until this past winter that we decided on the summer solstice as our D-Day because it fell on a Saturday. It would be the longest run on the longest day.

A Plan
It all started (if memory serves correctly) when I declared I wanted to run this new race, called the Burning River 100. I hadn't even run a marathon yet, and I was already planning to go farther. (I have a habit of grossly underestimating distances.) Martini and I devised this run to test the idea of an ultramarathon.

We had a solid day-of plan for rest, hydration and fuel. We would walk for one minute each mile, which we assessed as three minute breaks every 30 minutes. We each had a CamelBak for water when we needed it. Every hour we ate.

Personal supply list:
We had all the necessary gear. Our training, however, was not sufficient. I was banking on my training for the Cleveland half marathon and upping my mileage from there, which was only five weeks ago.

Highest weekly mileage: 28 miles (June 9-15)
Longest run: 14 miles (I had planned a 16-miler, but that fell through)

Martini's longest run was nine miles, often running that distance three days consecutively.

A Canal
We arrived at the Mustill Store shortly before sunrise. Weather.com claimed the sun would be up by 5:54 a.m. That was not the case. Martini and I stood around, warming up as we watched for the first sunbeam to blaze down upon us. Neither of us much for mornings, we got tired of waiting for that bastard to appear and started off. That lazy star didn't show itself until we had logged three miles.

I wore my long sleeve tech shirt because I wanted to protect myself from the supposed "very high" UV index, but having never worn long sleeves in hot weather I brought a short-sleeve shirt to change into in case I got too hot or if I wanted a dry shirt.

I rigged the shirt to the outside of the CamelBak with a carabiner because I had stuffed the pocket and the water bladder area with all my food. I didn't count on what a pain in the ass it would be to refill the bladder.

The first refill was the easiest, as there was a spigot attached to the water fountain. Each subsequent water stop I drenched my dry shirt trying to squeeze the CamelBak under a water fountain or sink (one of which had only hot water). Luckily, the long-sleeve shirt worked out well.

We thought we could sustain 10-minute miles, so we figured it would take us about eight or nine hours to run the whole distance. I planned for 12 hours with my rations. The extra weight slowed us to about 12:20 miles. The extra weight also resulted in some serious ass and back pain afterward.

We started off by cheerfully greeting the other loonies -- and there were a lot of loonies out there -- running or biking so early in the day. However, as the run wore on, the sun beat down, our blood sugar lowered, delirium set in, and our greetings became less cordial.

The scenery along the Towpath was a nice distraction. The old locks, landmarks, views of the river, wild life and foliage helped pass the time. There were many miles I had never seen before. But after about 15 miles, the excitement of new sights started to pale. The run became a slogfest. Water stops were sometimes farther apart than anticipated, which added some nice drama to the day. Twice, my water ran out before making it to a refill.

We were much slower than we thought we would be. We guessed we'd take about four hours to get to our halfway point, which would have put us at 10-10:30 a.m.

Our ride called us at around 11 a.m., wondering where we were. She had driven up to the Lock 39 Trailhead to make sure we were OK. She didn't want to be 30 minutes away if we needed an emergency extraction, such as death on trail (DOT).

She had brought ice water and a 12-pack of Flying Dog beer. We knew we didn't have much more left in us, and the beer made a very compelling argument to call it a day.

Goals are meant to be underachieved. If not, what reason would you have to keep striving? We'll just call this the beta run. Maybe next year ...

Final tally: 26.34 miles -- hey, that's an ultramarathon, right?

Panama!



[Drunkard's note: Get it? A man, a plan, a canal, Panama? It's a palindrome! I am clever!]

Sad News
George Carlin died Sunday. He was one of my heroes. From the "Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television" to a "A Place for My Stuff" to his angrier political rants of the past 15 years, I always loved that cantankerous son of a bitch.

Here's one of my favorites on language ...


R.I.P., George, and have a nice day.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Flashback Friday: Barely Running

Whatever. I run barefoot all the time.

Thirteen miles in the running log this week, and not once have I worn my running shoes.

Tuesday, I ran my longest barefoot run ever. Last night, I ran my longest run in huaraches (aka hippy shoes).

Still a day behind my training schedule this week, I need to make up for a four-miler I missed, and maybe I'll choose the bare option once again.

Last night's eight-miler with the Enthusiast biking along with me was kind of painful. The huaraches kicked up all the tiny pebbles on that particular stretch of the Towpath, and then I'd kick them in midair as I strode forward. I've never had the tops of my feet be sore like that after run.

Burn, Baby, Burn
This weekend is the Burning River 100, which was the original inspiration for the Summer Solstice Challenge of 2008 and 2009. Good luck to all the runners, especially the one who commented on my blog. I've promised not throw empty beer bottles at Joja Jogger at the 96th mile, which is at the bottom of R.I.P. Hill on Memorial Parkway. Don't die.

Back Talk
Wherein a single post for the week doesn't give us a lot of ammunition.

Ms. V. had a mini-freakout over my long blackout: "Please don't stop this blogging/running bit. I need the Viper to remind me of my blogging roots, having successfully leapt to the microblogging world of Twitter."

Answer: Don't worry. Somebody has to keep up with the anachronistic technology of blogs. That somebody is right here.

Happy Hour comes early this Friday, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Finding Inspiration

I'm still on the pull-me-up trip. The George Sheehan book is flying by. There's a kindred spirit at play when I read his book. There a passages upon passages where I'm like, That's me! Today, I've been finding other motivation.

Ever since I bought my first pair of running shoes, I've become a running nerd, reading up on famous runners and learning more about the sport.

Today, I stumbled upon an interview with Dean Karnazes at Outside Online. Karnazes is known for running the equivalent of 50 marathons in 50 consecutive days, finishing at the New York City ING Marathon in November 2006, and for writing the best seller Ultramarathon Man. He's sort of the Jim Fixx of the ultra. He's a bit self-righteous, but I relate to that desire to just keep going and see how far you can run.

This article about this new race in Northeast Ohio, the Burning River 100, a 100-mile race that takes place this weekend, also caught my attention. Looking far past my current goals (probably a dumb move), I'm considering trying for this next year. I've already mapped a day-long training run from home to downtown Cleveland.

First, I should probably tackle that first marathon before I consider going turbo, but the idea of running for a whole day or multiple days just sounds thrilling.

This is a "rest" week (20 miles), but I'd like to get that 16-miler in since I failed to do so Sunday. Throw in two shorties and I'll be right at 22 miles for the week. Sounds good.

Consumption has been mild since the beer fest. A few beers Sunday night, a few last night and maybe a glass of wine tonight with a huge spaghetti dinner.And then a 3-miler.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Flashback Friday: Different Year

Last weekend was the Burning River 100, Northeast Ohio's own super-mega-ultra marathon. Instead of catching any of the action like we did last year, the Enthusiast and I slept in Sunday morning to recover from a friend's wedding the previous night, spent a couple hours with a house inspector, and then I ran a satisfying nine-miler in the dark to complete my training week. What a difference a year makes.

A year ago at this time, I ran twice as far during my training en route to a personal best marathon. This year, I strive only to set my "married PR" and achieve VIP status at the Akron Marathon. I look forward to the adventure of running a half marathon the morning after my bachelor party and completing a marathon while undertrained.

Instead of working to improve upon my race times this year, I decided to focus more on barefoot running and improved form. Last night, I finally got out for a run this week. The five-miler was my longest barefoot run this year.

I still notice a slight tendency to develop hot spots on my left foot, between the pad and first joint of my big toe and on the outside edge of my foot below the pinkie toe. The cause is pushing off with the big toe and then compensating for the resulting tenderness by rolling my foot toward the outside. The cure, I hope, is continued focus on a balanced landing and quicker turnover.

Thus, the great experiment continues. I wonder where I'll be next year.

Back Talk
Wherein we play house.

Ironman By Thirty can't believe a bank wouldn't have any conflicts about giving me a loan: "Whoa, whoa, whoa ... They gave YOU a bank loan to buy a house?!?! Didn't the lenders learn anything during the mortgage crisis? I would think that a banjo playing, barefoot running hippie on the loan application would have sent red flags all over the place. I suppose maybe the Enthusiast's stellar qualities trumped yours."

Answer: It certainly didn't hurt to have the lovely Enthusiast by my side when I applied, but I'm the sole borrower on the loan. You'd be amazed how far you can get with temporary sobriety and a shower. Also, leave the banjo at home.

Carolina John can't believe how much of a pain in the rear it is to get a home loan: "It's amazing to me how difficult it is to buy a house today. ... Now they practically make you give blood samples in the mortgage application process. ... Dave Ramsey says to only get a 15-year loan with at least 20% down, and the principal + interest should take up no more than 25% of your monthly income. I like Dave, he's got some really smart ideas."

Answer: I agree about Dave Ramsey, but we're just not in a place to put down 20 percent on a house. However, I'm following his snowball plan to reduce other debts so we can live comfortably.

Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!

Monday, June 18, 2007

Flag Day with a Vengence

The capper to this weekend's annual Flag Day celebration was when the two drunks decided they needed a picnic table. Last call had kicked them out of the bar, but the fun was not over. She said let's take it, and he grabbed a side. They wobbled it about 50 yards when a police cruiser drove past and made a U-turn.

They tried to walk away casually, but the officer was having none of that. He ran their licenses and told them to take it back. A man on his cell phone narrated the scene to the person on the other line. Had the drunks made him move when they took the table? The police officer berated the two, called them the "scum of the Earth" and asked them how old they needed to get before they stopped doing this sort of thing. Was this a veiled wish for a happy birthday? He let them go, but said there would be trouble if they were spotted again.

From Thursday through Sunday, the viper struck and struck and struck again, racking up large bar tabs and running amok. Some how, running stayed on schedule.

Mileage: 16 (6 Thursday, 10 Sunday)
Tab: 1 pitcher Labatt Blue, 1 pitcher Stella Artois, 1 pitcher Great Lakes Dortmunder, 2 shots Jameson ... (memory burn) ... 1 hefty pour of Bushmills in next morning's coffee ... 12 pack Labatt Blue, 12 pack Warsteiner velum (the lighter variety), 1 pitcher Labatt Blue ... (more memory burn) ... run in with police ... Bloody Mary next morning ... 3 Labatt Blue bottles, ~1/3 bottle Johnnie Walker Red Label ... 1 Magic Hat #9 22 oz., 2 Miller Lights (disclaimer: at Cleveland Indians game), 1 Great Lakes Burning River bottle, 1 Labatt Blue pint.

A Drunk's Operation
It appears that gastric bypass surgery will make you a much cheaper date. Doctors have concluded that having the procedure will reduce your tolerance. Those who have had the operation can get legally drunk on one glass of wine. (Source)

So, does insurance cover this?

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Amphibious Runner

Huh, nobody made a comment about my mention of new shoes in yesterday's recap. So much for trying to create a little suspense.

As you know, I've been running with a variety of footwear and sometimes without. My choices range from completely barefoot, to huarache sandals, to Brooks T6 Racers. And now, I have one more option: aqua socks.

Barefoot Josh suggested these as a good minimal shoe many months ago. But instead of buying the pair I saw at Walmart for $7, I decided to make my Hippy Shoes.

The huaraches work well, but the one thing that bothers me is how much they flap. This trait is especially annoying on trails, where the toes kick up debris and I proceed to kick it, like what happened last week during my midweek eight-miler. After that painful experience, I decided to try the aqua socks.

Of course, when I went back to the Giant Store of Sprawling Doom, the only size they had left was XXL. Instead I went to Target, where they had what you see here for $9.99.

The nice thing is that these aqua socks have laces, whereas the brand from the Mom and Pop Store Killer had a Velcro strap. These laces are well worth the extra $2.99.

My virginal run in the new shoes was last Friday, an easy four miles. Then I decided to test them on a longer run with more difficult terrain: nine miles out and back on the final leg of the Burning River 100.

The aqua socks have a heavy, but flexible rubber sole with zero drop off between heel and toe. I get about the same feeling for the ground as I do in the Hippy Shoes. However, the upper keeps the shoe from flapping like the huaraches, although the mesh and neoprene of the upper can feel a bit warm and sweaty after a few miles.