You didn’t expect me to train for an event for three months and not have a big post about it when I completed it, did you?
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
If I find I am afraid of getting beaten up I don’t have to choose between obeying the dictates of the fear or reacting against it; I have the alternative of acknowledging what I feel at the moment and allowing myself to do whatever grows of that. Self-awareness increases my options, my range of choices.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
Paying It Forward
On Friday I had someone sitting next to me that wasn’t my date after all.
As I sat comfortably with an empty seat next to me a young woman asked me “Sir…” (again!!!) “Are you here alone?” Now before you get all happy for me allow me to shatter your hope by telling you that I already knew that she was married. She went on to ask “If you are, would you mind switching seats with my mother-in-law so that she can sit near me?” I then told her that her mother-in-law could have the empty seat between us because I was in possession of the ticket and I knew that it would not be occupied. The only downside to my kindness was that her mother-in-law, while very pleasant, was a “larger” woman.
Poundstone put on a really entertaining show.
BrING It On
I’m Not Sure If I Was In Heaven Or Hell
Those of you who’ve known me for some time know that I have definite “type” when it comes to women. I will not explain why, but for whatever reason I find myself highly attracted to fit women with short hair. Want to guess the appearance of the stereotypical running women that was at Saturdays Racers’ Expo? Yep. I was surrounded by them. I didn’t want to leave the Expo, hell it was such an abomination (more on this below) that I was almost unable to leave the Expo.
No More ING For Me
ING has sponsored many major paces in the past. Why does Atlanta’s keep getting fucked up?
For last year’s inaugural race their was much publicity about the hydration stations running out of fluids because the weather was hotter than anticipated. Since I did not run, I have no complaints although I am sure I would have been one of the loudest since I require fluids for my long runs and wouldn’t have been carrying any since I paid for them to provide assistance.
But then there is this year…
The organizers should consider themselves lucky that the tornado blew though a couple of weeks ago because it gives them a very convenient excuse.
While I realize that the Race Expo had to be moved from the Georgia World Congress Center to the Georgia Dome due to the tornado, the lack of organization was inexcusable. First, I had to wait at least five minutes to get my bag because no one was “manning” my number group station. All other lines were served as I waited, and waited. Having to wait for things is not to most heinous crime, however it has been a constant and rather annoying theme in my life recently. What is inexcusable is that I got no race shirt! No one told me that there wasn’t a shirt in the bag and I didn’t find out until it was too late. I made the assumption that because I was handed a bag with materials that were personalized for me — having my name, age, number, and shirt size — that the shirt was also inside of the bag handed to me. Apparently the shirt pick-up station was nowhere near the place where I picked up my bag or checked to make sure that the timer chip handed to me was programmed with my information. I am fucking frustrated and I don’t even need another goddamn shirt, it’s just the principle of the matter.
Then there was race day… Unfortunately for the organizers the weather this year couldn’t be much more different from last year’s. Sunday was a cold, windy, and overcast day; not bad for running long distances, but shitty for just about everything else like standing around waiting to get things before and after a race.
The race organizers did a great job of printing promotional signs to advertising ING’s financial services however they seemed to forget to print signs directing people to bag drop off and starting corrals. Hell, even having some volunteers with megaphones would have helped immensely. But signs and volunteers were few and far between so people wandered and fought the masses trying to find out where the hell they were supposed to go.
Lines, and there were many, were incredibly long and slow, which if the weather had been even remotely pleasant would have been bearable. To drop off your bag — you waited in a line. To get food at what appeared to be the only tent handing out food post-race — you waited in a long line. To get you bag post-race — you waited in an even longer line. It was a cluster-fuck of station placement.
Hey, did you know that a half-marathon is 13.3 miles? I didn’t either, because it’s NOT!; it’s 13.1 miles goddamnit! No fewer than four people (myself included) with GPS watches measured the distance 0.2 miles longer than it should have been. While an additional 0.2 miles doesn’t seem like much more, it is brutal when you’ve pushed yourself to your limits and aren’t expecting the extra mileage.
There Was Some Good In The Day Though
I did it and proved that I commit myself to exercising again.
My “official” chip time was 2:05:45. Keep in mind that’s for 13.3 miles. I saw my GPS watch at 13.1 miles was around 2:02-and-change. I ran the first 9.5 miles with my friend Laura (aka “Martha”) who then kept running at the same pace while I slowed. Unfortunately, I was still giving it everything I had, and the two remaining inclines beat the shit out of my feet, knees, and legs.
I want to thank those of you who came out to cheer as well. It was great to see you all out there, especially because I know that if I wasn’t running I probably wouldn’t have gotten out of bed.
ITP Flickr Pic
This is who I was.
It may be the last time that I run this distance on pavement.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – sore; happy for some reasons, depressed for other
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Gogol Bordello — “Wonderlust King”
Website Of The Day – The food that I made this weekend consisted of most of those delicious vegetables I ordered from Moore Farms And Friends.
Exercise (b)Log – running, 13.3 miles
Monthly Foot Mileage – 93.3 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Monday Morning Weigh-In – 195 pounds
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
3) Read at least one book