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Tarmac Meditations-No Plan is Not a Plan

November 7, 2010 By longrun Leave a Comment

Training run in the FallIf you have no plan, and I mostly don’t, then training is where you find it. When you are young and working out physically at both work and play, as I was, training kind of happened. When I swam competitively or ran track the training sessions were there to be attended, the events a matter of finding the competitors entrance after you got off the bus. The years gone by come to require more planning. The Internet is filled with training plans for runners. The gal in the picture probably hasn’t read one of them. She trains with the Joe Henderson Marathon Team; she has trained with them now for nearly six years.  The long runs, the key to both the program’s success and the intense loyalty of its participants to the marathon and the coach, are on Sundays. She, Jean, has shown up for nearly all of them. She has run 17 marathons, some faster, some slower, all steady as she goes. Her plan requires balancing kids, her mother, her job, her commute, her social life, her fabulous chocolate chip cookies and like that. A life. I have read all of the training plans although I quit that after I started to run again for the pleasure/pain/ prayer-like aspects of running into my sixties. It occurred to me just now that I haven’t been running long( long distance) since my surgeries, but it is time to remember  no plan is not a plan; that a plan can  be  simple.  And I ought to have one. Run a mile, see how you feel is a plan. Run every weekday for a mile or more, take a day off every now and then and run longer by twice one day on the weekend is a plan. Run long on the weekend, increasing by 5% if every week, by 10% if every other week is plan. Run daily, run slowly, don’t eat like a pig is a plan. Ernst Van Aaken said that. Part of any running plan is to go to a good running store, assess if they know what they are doing; one criteria is that there are all types of people (bodies) selling, it is quiet, there is a sense of running history in the place, there is treadmill or other such for stride analysis, there are running groups for all levels that are organized out of the store. So why say all this? On account of  I need to remember what I know. I took a rest day on Friday, felt lousy yesterday, Saturday, and worked early this morning; it will be three days without running, let alone running slowly or long, and the eating like a pig thing, well, it was not my best food weekend.  So. A plan. Run daily, write it down. Run slowly, as if I had more than one speed. Write it down. Run long, two hours building to four on the weekend. Rest the other day. Write it down. Don’t eat like a pig; keep track of the fuel input says  Matt Fitzgerald so as to support the output for more fun and better health. Write it down. Going to lift now, chop wood later, and write down my goals for the week. Now’s there’s a plan, inside the other plan if you see what I mean.

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Tarmac Meditations- Rest Day

November 5, 2010 By longrun Leave a Comment

sunset, eugene lanewayRest day. No running; well no running unless I can’t stand it. A good bet for now. Migraine, bad juju I think, too much thinking, not enough acting, too little clarity, too little, too often. “…Too much of nothin’ makes a fellow mean…”( The Mighty Quinn according to Bob Dylan)On the other hand, it is what I have made of  it, the running, the writing, the shooting and like that. So it must be in my own hands to at least do the footwork…seat of the pants in the seat of the chair, quit yer whinin’ and write something, anything. In an hour or two you can go chop some wood, literally and then you can rearrange the weights, move the bench, do the laundry, sell something to some one , anyone, eat lunch a spoonful of complex carbs at a time, vacuum the living room, edit the last post, drift across the universe  in a facebook space  module, quit whinin’, send out the rent check(late), hang the micro fibre, dry the other stuff, gaze out the window, gaze at my own navel, shift the fleet up the coast ( as if), write some more. Nap. The road leads somewhere, even when I can’t see for looking. Keeping the faith, lifting your eyes to whatever you believe in, taking your medicine, literally and otherwise and keeping it tight. A rest day? Not so much.

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Tarmac Meditations – Miami was not like this, she said.

November 4, 2010 By longrun Leave a Comment

waiting for next yearRan the straights today, walked the curves. My body is sore from the cross training regimen of chopping wood and hauling water. The water part is just for the rhythm of the sentence. Yesterday I walked and ran a little in the afternoon as promised. Took my camera and saw my neighborhood getting ready for fall. The late sun lit it up like gold hiding in pasture not yet gone to winter grey. This morning, in addition to an ambivalence about love and life and its demands, my stomach said enough of the muesli, let’s get back to eggs. Despite all the physical grumpiness, distance was run, time put in under a star filled sky, whose constellations played hide and seek with a rolling fog that is still hard upon the valley.  M was not there to describe the celestial journey but B and R took note. My favorite local Russian coaches were there again, wondering at the fog but warm weather after the days of rain. Miami was not like this she said. No, it was hotter and more humid he said. Then they laughed and started yelling out splits to their proteges. I was reminded yet again that running with purpose is not necessarily the same as training for an event. Sometimes the reward is in the distance, or the surroundings. Sometimes it is in the time over distance and sometimes it is in the companionship of other seekers out there before daylight. For me it is  a commitment to continuity and self expression requiring nothing more than a pair of shoes and an opportunity to take the first step.

Filed Under: Tarmac Meditations Tagged With: chopping wood, cross training, journal, running, track work

Tarmac Meditations-Lunch Break

November 3, 2010 By longrun Leave a Comment

I decided to catch a late run this afternoon. The woodpile was calling my name. Cross training is how I think of it when I don’t think of it either as a job of work or some mystical connection to the fire starters and the dawn of man. There is something to be said for putting up your wood for the winter. And. equally, stopping for lunch and eating because you worked up a hunger. I’ll go a couple of  miles this afternoon and feel like the day has gone well. Tomorrow back on the track and likely some more wood chopping. Hard not to like the early Fall.

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Tarmac Meditations-Winter Comin’ 2010

November 3, 2010 By longrun Leave a Comment

Woodpile at RestWrote a story once, Woodpile, about moving the wood that is implied in this picture. I let the wood sit facing west since then and now it is time to revisit the story and the work. Gray day, hint of rain, no words flowing, no running, a heavy heart-a perfect day to transform the rounds into fireplace logs that will heat the house and become background for the stories to come. Getting ready for winter is as old as winter itself. Feels good to know that, to participate in a human ritual that predates damn near everything. Fire Bringers, light in the dark, heat in the cold…survival and myth. Perfect.

 

 

 

 

 

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