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Tarmac Meditations-My New Year’s Resolutions 2011

December 31, 2010 By longrun 2 Comments

The ColumbiaUnder the heading of “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” what are your New Year’s resolutions for 2011 for the runners in the crowd, the writers, and the peeps with dreams and schemes and other such that might bring them closer to the light in which they believe…post them in the comment section below or keep them to yourself BUT all the best of everything and may this year be a year  in which you get closer to to the light of that in which you believe for you and those you love.

Here are mine:

1. turn 65 years old

2. lose 65 lbs

3. run a 65 mile run in my 65th year

4. make a plan, follow the plan consistently, listen to the coaches

5. get to the start line of every event

6. keep a consistent journal of the journey: pretraining, training, and running.

7. write the book, take the pictures

8. Remember, everyday, to be grateful for the gift of being alive and to express it…

9. in an act of kindness for which no thank you is needed.

10. take a step, take another step, breathe, repeat.

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Christmas Eve comin’ in …

December 24, 2010 By longrun Leave a Comment

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Down the valley the mill makes monsters, rising smoke forms alliances with passing clouds. It all seems so simple really. Sky above, earth below, night time comin’ on. Put a log on the fire and hot tea in a cup. Read a good book and be one with the stillness of it. Christmas is not really my holiday, but the world seems easier for the moment and the inner voices are quiet. A passing breeze brings raindrops.

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Tarmac Meditations-So it Begins-Again

November 17, 2010 By longrun Leave a Comment

Gray Day runningSlept lousy if at all. Made crummy coffee at 3:30 AM. Burnt the toast. Went down to office to work. Stubbed a toe in the dark. Turned on the light. Stubbed the other big toe. Sat down to work bumped my knee. Computer was resting, did not want to wake up. Cursing and general bad attitude forced the computer to respond. That and turning it on.  Finished the weekend shoot. Emailed the customer base.  Decided not  to run the Boston Marathon as a charity runner. Must qualify (old dude values to be sure). Lifted, lunged, made manly grunting noises. Went out for a quick 2-3 miles. Spent an hour on the roads. Made random turns. Listened to Van Morrison and Eric Clapton. Instead  of point to point or an established route I re-discover the aimless run in the early morning, drifting, checking things out, letting the day come to me. Part of the plan will be days like this when there is a plan  to run but no plan as to where or how much. Answer the why of it and the rest will take care of itself. Coffee leftovers, more burnt toast, some web building, and now it’s 9:37. Back still hurts, thinking of taking a nap. The day is either well started or in the bag. What’s next? Oh yeah, right! Write now. Nap later. Plan or no plan, time happens( John Lennon among many others).

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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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