Monday, January 31, 2011

Comic Strip

You're a good distance passed the 2-mile mark at this point. That was a piece of cake. You see a flash of red ahead of you, as Ricky Lader takes the left turn on 32nd Street. It looks like you'll have to run an Olympic qualifier to beat Slick Rick today. On the plus side, Kareem is in the dust and you've long passed all of the old women and fat people who realized today wasn't the day for a miracle. Their arrogance will take its toll in the form of screaming thighs and vomit.

At the end of the Liberty stretch, you make a left and take another quick left on Penn. As if running a fucking marathon isn't hard enough, the race directors somehow decided it was a good idea to make you run counter-parallel to the street you were just on. This is mind-numbingly boring. To break up the monotony, you recite Yeats in your head.




Thankfully, the infamous Strip District is upon you to mix things up. What was once a shipping and manufacturing hub filled with the city's blue collar residents (i.e. poor people) is now a haven for young drunks (i.e. Ross). Since Ben Roethlisberger won Pittsburgh its third Superbowl in recent years, it's been bye-bye laying low and hello Strip District. With his returned sense of entitlement, Ben has worked up the nerve to rape people right there on the street in broad daylight. This year, he's volunteered to do so at the 3-mile mark as a steel drum band plays "Informer." Sweet Baby Jesus. Only 23.2 miles to go.



Experiencing a sudden onset hunger pang, Ross can't help himself from making a one-block detour up to Primanti Bros. for a mid-race sub. "I'll catch up," yells Ross, as he fades from view. Sam and Gordon cross the first bridge, making it to the first relay exchange in a blistering 35 minutes.

Game on.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Half

After spending a few weeks deliberating over the probability of losing to Sam twice in the span of two months: I've decided to join up for the half marathon.

And while I'm at it - challenge Jeff and Ross to join up. I was really happy to see Jeff posting a lot earlier on, and I was really hoping that he'd be joining up for the marathon in the city of champions. I, also, never got follow up on this. Jeff, did you sign up?

I know it's out of the way for you, Ross, but it'd be fun to get a Marathon a Trois tuneup in. Or, at the very least, to drag our hungover selves through a half marathon.

I'd be happy to host people who wanted to stay in NYC the night before.

Happy 100th Anniversay!

This may come as news to some of you, but about a week and a half ago, the University of Delaware announced that it would be doing away with its mens' cross country and track teams, completing a trio of cuts that it was hoping to execute three years ago when only indoor track was lost. The announcement comes in a year in which these teams are celebrating their 100th anniversary.

While not exactly surprised by the news, I wasn't quite sure at first what to make of the situation or where I should direct my energies. My options for response included righteous indignation among friends, impassioned outrage channeled toward UD's athletic director, or posting about the situation on this blog. While not mutually-exclusive from the first two choices, I figured a morose online remembrance of my time at UD would be the most fitting option for me.

I should mention here that if you're interested in reading more about actual facts pertaining to the loss of UD's programs, you can find information at the links below. Most of my thoughts will be in the form of incoherent type-faced tears.

Letsrun thread
SI's Jeff Pearlman's Column
Lexi Ambrogi's News Journal Column
Pearlman's Interview on Week of Run Podcast
NBC Video with Athlete Interviews

I joined the UD team after graduating from Cornell in '05. The plan was essentially to wrap up organic chemistry at Delaware in the summer after Cornell, take the MCAT, apply to medical school, and, in the process, get a two-year master's degree in exercise science. As far as the running eligibility was concerned, I had a season of cross country and a season of outdoor track to burn at Delaware. Both of these were granted to me back in my freshman year, the latter of which coming as a result of a broken left foot.

It's no secret that the University of Delaware isn't an NCAA powerhouse when it comes to track and field. So why did I choose Delaware and not somewhere where I could take my running to the "next level" after slow but steady progress at Cornell? The short answer is that, at the time, my step mom had just passed away, and I was eager to spend a few years with my dad and sisters. I suppose in hindsight, there were a few other options in the area, but none of them presented the appeal of living just a couple of miles away from home. In fact, for Year Two of the UD experience, I bunked back up in my dad's house -- one of the most effective cost-saving measures of my life -- something you won't see on Suze Orman.

Could the UD team have been better? Sure, I guess so. But, that's really not the point I'm trying to make, and I'm certainly not saying that any lack of success warrants cutting a program in favor of keeping a few extra football players around. The thing is, from a program's perspective it's hard (really hard, in fact) to excel when you're caught up in an environment that is so blatantly apathetic about your existence. And while Cornell has made strides in the past few decades to become fully alumni-endowed (a smart move considering the trend we've seen in the NCAA), UD's track alumni, myself included, are notably absent when it comes to ponying up cash for UD runners.

Here again, though, the UD administration deserves a good chunk of the blame. Whereas Cornell athletes from all sports spend part of their winter break soliciting donations from alumni -- an initiative spear-headed by the athletics department at large -- no such program exists at Delaware, and any donations that do come in are directed to a general slush fund that eventually pays for another mediocre defensive lineman.

Back to the narcissistic element of my diatribe...

Going to Delaware was partially contingent on getting the coach on board. I certainly didn't expect it, but I considered how much an athletic scholarship would help me defray the costs of tuition. I wasn't going to have research assistantship funding for my first year of the program, and even if I was getting an in-state rate with a few credits comped courtesy of a faculty dad, the thought of more pre-med school debt didn't sound so great.

I remember my first meeting with Jim Fischer very well. If you've ever spoken with the guy, Fischer is the type of man that leaves you feeling like you should be nicer to everyone. (In my case, this is probably true.) He is genuine, and he puts a lot into what he does without adding Jerry-Smith-style-workout-type stress to his athlete's lives. Sitting behind his desk during an impromptu office call, Fischer told me that he would be thrilled to have me on the roster. It didn't come up in the conversation, but a few weeks later I learned that he'd secured some money to help me get through the year.

Mike DiGennaro, one of my main training partners at Delaware who had graduated a few years earlier and was hoping to qualify for the steeplechase Trials for a second time, put it best when he said that Jim Fischer is an excellent coach for the self-motivated athlete. I think this assessment was pretty spot-on. For example, while I was there, PJ Meany did great things in cross country, but he was more of a lone wolf than most guys on the team. Fischer would always have insight about how you could be doing more (or, more accurately, better), but you had to ask for it and demonstrate a desire to see it through. If you did those things, you would get faster. If not, you would most likely be mediocre.

Despite the large in-state draw (Delaware high school running is a fairly small affair), the team has improved a good amount since I was there. I remember checking results from some meet last spring and seeing a handful of guys under 15 minutes for the 5,000. Maybe this information doesn't send the more elite MaT followers to the floor with shock, but you have to agree that any program that can do that is solid at a minimum. This progress is just another sad reason to see the program halted in such a short-sighted fashion.

My Delaware years were easily my best years of running. In cross country, I was remotely competitive, with a few sub-26 minute performances, and a VCP PR of 26:03. On the track, I didn't so much improve in the 800 or 1500 but I did run a couple 2:25 1000's and a mile PR of 4:08. By year two -- my better of the two -- I was running with Central Park, mostly coming up with my own workouts, and taking Brad Dodson along for the ride with me. Fischer consistently gave input and would show up to take splits whenever he could, whether it be 6am on Thursday or a Sunday afternoon. I wasn't even on the team at this point, and he was still supportive to no end.

I want to be clear at this point that track never got respect at Delaware. The indoor team would frequently get kicked out of the field house so that the football team could use it. This is downright bullshit, especially since Delaware football is a joke. Football loses money annually and competes against national powerhouses like Colgate, West Chester, and Maine. It's essentially nothing more than an excuse for students to tail gate.

On the football front, the most harrowing consideration is that no where is safe. Here in Syracuse, the mediocre SU football team recently took over Manley field house, converting a decent, if not sort of slow, six-lane 200 meter track into a football practice facility with a crazy two-lane 165 meter polygon thrown in for jogger appeasement. If a nationally-ranked Syracuse program is challenged by our national gridiron obsession, Delaware never had a chance.

I've gotten this far without mentioning Title IX, which is probably appropriate since it doesn't deserve a place in this discussion. While pegged as the reason for eradicating UD track and XC, it's not, so don't believe it for a second.

On the impassioned outrage front, please contact UD AD Bernard Muir to voice your displeasure with his decision. bmm@udel.edu

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Gordon Actually Drops Dead Whilst Teaching

Jokes of his premature demise oddly accurate

Week 11 Recap

Sam: Big week for me. S(9 w/ 5k race), M(5), T(11), W(8), R(10), F(6), S(18). 67 miles total, crushing weekly highs dating back a long time. In the bad news department, Gordon is off the wagon again. I don't think he ever checked in for Week 10, so please keep Gordon in your prayers this weekend.

RO$$: S(0), M(9), T(0), W(7), R(7), F(0), S(14). So 37 in four runs -- not bad. I like where this marathon plan is heading. Sam is going to qualify for the Olympic Trials, which will be incredibly exciting. I'm going to run right around our stated goal of 2:57, which will look relatively lame but I've got an entire city of fans set to cheer for me so it's cool. And by then the Gordon Hall Foundation that Sam and I will have set up for our dearly departed friend should be in full swing, so we'll probably raise like $10,000 for our efforts.

Gordon: S(7) M(7) T(8) W(8) R(8) F(5) S(6) 49 miles total, I'm planning on attempting to up it for next week - last week was almost a carbon copy of this week. So, it's about time that I up the amounts. I've been hitting 50 miles per week for biking, and I'm going to cut that out and add in another 25 miles of running. See where that gets me.

Interview with Oliver Tassinari


This past Friday, MaT sat down with '05 Cornell graduate and everyone's favorite best man, Oliver Tassinari. Oliver currently resides in Boston and has put on weight since the above picture was taken.

Oliver: Well Sam, first of all, I just wanted to say its a pleasure to speak with you today and I'm a big fan of you, Ross, and Gordon in general. Overall, I have to say the blog has been a big success - certainly exceeding the horrible expectations I had for it back in November. Of course, there have been a few turds in the punch bowl if you don't mind me saying so.

MaT: Of course not. Sometimes I feel like I have to provide some filler but only have five minutes to get something up there. I guess it shows. But I have to say we're all thankful for your occasional comments. Any plans on jumping in the PIttsburgh half at this point?

Oliver: Well, I'd rather you not hold me to anything, but it certainly is a possibility. I just returned from a physical where i weighed in at 16.8 stone. While that would be a fine weight if I were planning on challenging Wladimir Klistchko for the WBC Heavyweight title, it doesn't exactly paint an optimistic picture of the possibility of my finishing a half marathon.

MaT: How about the Seidel bet? Something about an 800 this year with money on the line. Has that served as any incentive to run these days?

Oliver: Well, we both know that Seidel is a bit of hype queen, and furthermore I do not recall any bet. I do however feel confident that I will get my weight down by the late spring/early summer enough to put me in a position to contemplate a comeback to recreational jogging.

MaT: I think the bet was 2:08 800 if memory serves, but who's keeping track?

Oliver: Hmm... interesting. Yeah, doesn't ring any bells.

MaT: Is it public knowledge that you're contemplating a return to the academic arena?
If so, could you please post the opening paragraph of your personal statement to your top school choice?

Oliver:
If memory serves, my last stint in post-graduate world lasted about two weeks and involved being caught asleep naked on a couch, so I'd rather not comment on the possibility of a return to academia if you don't mind.

MaT: That's fair. Though Jeff and I certainly have gotten quite a bit of conversational mileage over the fact that the first time he saw you, he saw your bare ass in our living room.

Oliver: By the way, how many years is it now that you have been in college? Ten years?

MaT: Yes, ten. I've grown completely complacent and lost the will to live or fight for a better wage. Speaking of losing the will to live, how is the love life going? Feel free to be specific or vague as you please.

Oliver: Well, I can honestly say that I have found the love of my life in Jen. Shes the air in my lungs, and I don't mind if the world knows.

MaT: That's wonderful news. We've all been curious to hear about the skeet shooting.

Oliver: Ah - yes, a wonderful trip to Tennessee, a state where it is all to easy to find access to a gun and shoot skeet with minimal (zero) safety protocol enforced.

MaT: Did you wear condoms like we did in Montreal?

Oliver: {Awkwardly laughing} - I'll just say I was single, and it wasn't my bachelor party. I was single at the time.

For the sake of any readers who may be horrified at this point, the condom reference is related to our paint ball experience at Ross and my bachelor party. We were instructed to apply "condoms" (small plastic covers) over our the ends of our guns during any period where our masks were up.

MaT: Let's get to the nitty gritty. We're something like 16 weeks away from the race. Word is that Ricky Lader is jumping in.

Oliver: Excellent to hear

MaT: Level with us. What are the chances of any of us beating him.

Oliver: Well, I think its clear that your chances are pretty low. I mean, for one, Ricky has experience running a competitive marathon. I think he ran a 2:44 in Harrisburg recently, and he is clearly a long distant specialist whereas the Marathon a Troi trio were mid-d guys. If you guys want to have any chance, you should all hope he shows up in his fat suit.

MaT:
What's the handicap, then?

Oliver: Well, from the training the three of you are doing, I'll give Sam a 10 minute handicap against Ricky, Gordon 15 minutes, and Ross a 20 minute handicap (sorry Ross).

MaT: For the record, I don't see the fat suit happening. Zeb said something about Ricky running a 1:13 half marathon recently...on the treadmill.

Oliver: Yeah, so in that case, really your only hope is that he over-trains.

MaT: It's my dream of dreams.

Oliver: If hes in shape, I'll predict Ricky runs sub 2:35

MaT: I would concur. And if that's the case, I think we'd all be happy with your extrapolations from there. Do you think the wedding preparation will have any effect on Gordon?

Oliver: Let's not talk about weddings. I'm still recovering from last year.

MaT: I never got to ask you about your Year of the Wedding actually. How much did that end up costing?

Oliver: Well, I'll put it this way: It's been five months since the last wedding I went to and I almost have saved up enough to buy you the wedding gift I never gave you.

MaT: Yeah, the juice is running on that. The thing about a guest spreadsheet is that that shit doesn't lie when it comes to gifts. But seriously how many did you go to and how much did it cost you in the end. I want to see if you spent more than ours cost.

Oliver: You do the math. I went to six weddings, four bachelor parties, and one wedding shower. Of course one of the bachelor parties was a double. If you remove the strippers from the equation, that personal loan I took out was well worth it.

MaT: I suppose it's a better investment than betting on the Sacramento Kings.

Oliver: Zing!

MaT: I don't want to miss any opportunities to showcase your comedic prowess, but I only have a few more questions. What has been your favorite blog post so far?

Oliver: Sorry for not being funnier. I have horrid gas right now. That question is easy though: The post about you winning the Chilie CHilly 5k when you say "I think it was a mittens day today" in your interview. Comedic gold.

MaT: Yeah, talk about a lame interview, though to be fair, I gave the guy better material than that.

Oliver: Probably better than the interview material I am giving you now.

MaT: And, in my defense, my face was frozen. What do you want to see more of on the blog?

Oliver: Well, its no secret that Gordon has been absent.

MaT: More ridicule of Gordon?

Oliver: I would rename the blog "Menage a Deux" if he doesn't post more. And small penis jokes are certainly in order.

MaT: One alternative I had kicking around the was "Deuxing it," which kind of looks like "Deuche" if you squint and spell douche like a douche.

Oliver: Which brings me to the second thing I want more of: Blue comedy. Drop some F-bombs. Make it more R-rated. Live a little.

MaT: This is coming from the guy who used to take down Facebook pictures with beer in them. Still, your request is noted.

Oliver: I just feel a few shock laughs wouldn't hurt anything... besides any future political aspirations any of you might have. Some nudity would be great, too. Just give the monkeys what they want.

MaT: We could rename it "Race to the Bottom." Do you have any advice as we approach the four month mark?

Oliver: Oh golly. At this point in my post-running career, advice from me is probably as inspirational as advice would be coming from a McDonald's drive-thru attendant. All I can say is, have fun and who gives a shit. It's only a marathon. Hell, Oprah ran one.


Wednesday, January 26, 2011

"That's My Quarterback"


It delights me to no end that, as a byproduct of the location of Marathon a Trois' upcoming adventure, it's somewhat justifiable for me to write a blog entry or two about the Steelers. After all, if Sam, Gordon, and the throngs of fans that are sure to come and cheer us on intend to fully appreciate Pittsburgh's charms on May 15th, then they'd best familiarize themselves with the winningest franchise of the NFL's Super Bowl era. As I'm sure our readers can imagine, the city is very excited about the prospect of the Steelers seventh Super Bowl victory. In college, I ridiculously lived my life terrified of the possibility that I would never see the Steelers win it all. And now, here I sit, on the precipice of a third ring in six seasons. What did I ever do to find myself on the receiving end of such splendors?

Yet there has been a black cloud hanging over all of the Steelers' triumphs this season -- the alleged misdeeds of our quarterback, Ben Roethlisberger. Last week on Facebook, Sam seemingly stabbed me in the back when he declared that he was rooting for the Jets to win the AFC Championship. When I asked Sam why, after years of dutifully supporting each other's teams, he'd turned against me, he said it was because he hated Ben. Even though the QB of Sam's favorite team used to (not allegedly) electrocute dogs in his spare time, I couldn't blame him. If I were from any other city, I probably would have rooted for the Jets, too.

But the Steelers beat the Jets, and next Tuesday (i.e., Super Bowl media day) is sure to be largely devoted to discussion of Ben's attempted personality transformation, and what effect that's had on both his play on the field and his relationship with his teammates. You'll hear -- if you already haven't -- all about how Ben doesn't cavort around quite like he used to, and that he no longer acts like he's bigger than the other Steelers or the media that cover him. What hasn't been adequately explored is how Steelers fans currently feel about Ben. Sure, some writers have attempted to informally gauge his popularity among the locals, but simply going around and asking people whether or not they like Ben isn't terribly insightful.

The truth is that every Steelers fan has been forced to come to grips with the Ben situation in their own way. A small minority, like my grandfather, have admirably tuned the Steelers out for the year, possibly longer. Others, like female fans who stupefyingly continue to wear Roethlisberger jerseys every week, clearly have no dignity and couldn't care less about whether or not their favorite athletes might be felons. The rest of us have spent the 2010 season languishing awkwardly between these two extreme positions.

The reason that Ben's rape accusation was so damaging to Steelers fans goes far beyond the fact that an athlete we've all rooted for might have done something heinous. (Hell, Steel Curtain member Ernie Holmes once fired a pistol at a police helicopter and everyone still loved him.) Throughout my entire life, Steelers fans, rightly or wrongly, had a feeling of moral superiority over all other football fans, particularly within the AFC North. Ravens fans blindly worship Ray Lewis, an accomplice to murder. Bengals fans -- who admittedly suffer through a pitiful existence that's outside their control -- have supported an unending parade of scumbags for a full decade now, all the while having the nerve to impose evil qualities upon the Steelers just because one of our defensive linemen lineman accidentally rolled into Carson Palmer's knee. Turning my nose up at those shameless organizations was one of the joys of my life.

When Ben was accused of rape for a second time last March, many Steelers fans, myself included, immediately wanted him gone. Spoiled by the two Super Bowls we'd recently won, I considered maintaining the Steelers' moral high ground to be far more important than chasing another title. I was never a Ben guy anyway; from a personality standpoint, he always struck me as being dull and humorless. I very badly wanted the Steelers to ship Ben off to Oakland prior to the 2010 draft, forcing him to waste away on Al Davis's mess of a team, forever ruing how he'd shamed the NFL's proudest franchise. However, it soon became clear that Ben wasn't going away, leaving me unsure of how to approach the upcoming season. My lowest point came when the Ravens signed yet another murderer, wide receiver Donte Stallworth, fresh out of jail after running a guy over while driving drunk. Just as I began to cock my head back so I could let out a condescendingly righteous guffaw, I remembered that our star QB was a rapist. I then hung my head in shame instead.

Luckily, Ben was suspended for the first four games of the year, allowing all Steelers fans to cheer for the team as freely as we always have. That month was a blast. The Steelers were suddenly scrappy underdogs, and went 3-1 in those games, with it becoming clear that we had a Super Bowl-caliber defense. What followed, at least for me, was a series of rationalizations that have led me to this rambling blog entry.

First, the defense played so incredibly well in Ben's absence that I couldn't help but wonder if Ben's return would launch this team toward rare greatness. It's certainly foolish to expect your team to be historically dominant, especially in the salary cap era, but it did seem like a legit possibility with these Steelers, which was enticing enough that I suddenly found myself looking forward to Ben's return rather than dreading it.

Well, the Steelers didn't end up being great, but they are very good, and as soon as Ben started playing, it didn't take long for me to realize that there were things about him that I missed. The offensive line would collapse, some crazed linebacker would have Ben perfectly lined up for a sack, and then Ben would magically escape, run out of the pocket, and throw a fifty yard bomb to a wide open receiver. Plays like that are the best, and as they unfold, I'm temporarily unable to recall Ben's seedy past. How could I? It's unrealistic to expect me, or any other Steelers fan, to somehow not get excited when Ben is pulling yet another insane play out of his ass when we'd been conditioned to do so for six years prior to this season.

So I've tried as best as possible to keep off-field Ben and on-field Ben separated in my mind. There have been other small contributors to my ongoing rationalization of cheering for him -- the fact that Roger Goodell is an egomaniac shithead who has no problem making up the NFL's code of justice as he goes, the possibility that Ben actually is a decent person who lost his way and is sincerely trying to right himself -- but what it ultimately comes down to is that I refuse to let Ben ruin the Steelers for me. I love watching the Steelers, and I always will. Now that Jeff Reed and Santonio Holmes are gone, there are fifty-two other guys on the team who I genuinely like, particularly Hines Ward and the Young Money Crew. I feel like I should be able to root whole-heartedly for the team I love without it implying that I condone disgusting behavior. After all, I was a Steelers fan before Ben came, and I'll be one after he's gone.

In closing, I'd appreciate it if all of our readers set aside three minutes of their day and watched this video. As its subject knew all too well, living one's life as a sexual deviant in full view of the public eye can be extremely trying. Until next time . . . Here we go, Steelers! Here we go!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Half

A few months back, the three of us decided to run the Pittsburgh Marathon. I knew at the outset that I'd be in better shape, figuratively speaking, if I could get a half-marathon under my belt before the big day. I made this promise to myself and to you, loyal readers.

But then the half in Phoenix--originally appealing since I would be out there for a conference the week after--fell through, and things weren't looking good. It appeared that, given the half-marathon shortage in March (likely the result of these tough economic times), I would be going half-less for my first fully-dedicated full. In the end, though, things worked out.

I suppose I just didn't want to let all of you down. Thankfully, today I have the privilege of letting you all know that the half is still on, so my promise to you has been kept.

Dare I say, not since Gordon's famous "The Return" blog post two-plus weeks back have the expectations of the MaT community been so solidly met. If you'll recall, at that time, Gordon let us all know that he was hopping back on the proverbial blog saddle, making an ebullient rededication to keeping us informed about his life, running, and pending nuptials. And we all know how that turned out: "The Return" marked the beginning of near-hourly posts on topics ranging from foot corns to Save-the-Dates. Gordon has spent each day since then pushing away his pre-pubescent pupils at a fever-pitch, so that he might have more time for blogging.

Today I extended an invitation to Gordon run the half-marathon with me. This invitation goes out to any and all of you, dear readers. Here are the details:

Celebrate Life Half-Marathon
Rock Hill, NY
10 am March 13th

Monday, January 24, 2011

Chilly Chili 5k

Yesterday's running of the Chilly Chili 5k was not as cold as running today will be (if I'm stupid enough to try going outside; most likely I'll hit the treadmill tonight). Temperatures are currently around -13 degrees pre-windchill, the coldest I can remember in Upstate, NY.

Usually when I'm feeling down about the weather, I compare Syracuse to the North Pole with a temperature app on my phone, but this morning we "beat" Santa and his elves by a solid ten degrees. Thankfully, it appears that there's somewhere in Maine that's a touch colder than here. {11am edit: It appears that the Weather Channel is changing the map below to reflect current temperatures. At the time of initial writing, Syracuse was -13 and northern Maine was -15 degrees.}


As far as yesterday's race is concerned, the gun went off with the thermometer sitting around 6. The roads were covered with about a half inch of snow, but it was cold enough to keep it tacky and not too slippery. You can kind of get a feel for the conditions in the picture below.


It was a nice course, though: basically flat for the first 1000 meters followed by an uphill next half mile and another shorter, steeper hill right before the 2-mile mark. The final 1.1 was a steady downhill and flat, which is a nice way to end a race. My splits were roughly 5:22, 10:52, 16:52.

I got a pretty sweet watch and free entry to next year's race for winning, but the best part was the chili tasting afterward. About 20 restaurants came out for the event with Crock-pots of chili in tow.





Finally, congratulations to Ross and the Steelers for their third Superbowl berth in six years. Surprisingly, I've discovered that I can root for Pittsburgh and simultaneously hope that Ben fractures his pelvis on every play.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Week 10 Recap

Sambo: Not a bad week. S(6), M(17), T(7), W(4), R(0), F(6), S(8). 48 total. First time at 2 hours (actually ran 1:58), and Friday I did a 6x1 minute fartlek--nothing fancy but it felt good. I wish I could get Thursday back, but it was an insanely busy work day.

RO$$: Very good week for me at this point, which is of course significantly worse than Sam's decent one. S(8), M(12), T(0), W(7), R(5), F(0), S(8). 40 total. The run on Monday could have been a lot better, but running for 1:30 through snow and ice is pretty much guaranteed to blow. Steelers in the Super Bowl again. Crazy.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Give Me Liberty or Give me Death

In the first installment of marathon course previews, I bring you the first 2.1 miles. Since only Ross has run Pittsburgh before, maybe this will help us get a bit more familiar with the intricacies set to unfold over our 26.2 mile journey. One can only hope.

But first, a bit of history.

The subject line quotation belongs to Patrick Henry, who delivered a riveting speech to arouse a bunch of guys wearing bathrobes and wigs. In doing so, he gave most of them big boners and convinced them to send a few thousand American troops into battle against the Redcoats. Historians credit Henry's speech with swinging the war -- and a bunch of married men -- to the other side. Notice the imminent cheek smooching and HJ's set to occur in the portrait below.


Liberty still rings true in Pittsburgh, as the marathon starts at Liberty and 6th. Imagine yourself standing there on the street, about to crap your pants out of fear for the pain you're about to endure over the better part of three hours. Look around you. There's a 5'11'' 55-year old bald guy wearing old-school style basketball glasses who can't weigh more than 150 pounds. He's wearing shorts that are too sizes to small for him, and when he catches you looking at him during his crotch stretch, he turns to you and quotes Sam's favorite movie line of all time: "C'mon Meat. Bring that weak-ass shit." He then proceeds to point a scaly finger right in your face, so you can be sure that he's indeed addressing you.

You don't know what to do. Already stunned by the sudden realization that you haven't run a tempo run or long run in over three years, you now feel your manhood threatened by the master's runner -- a spitting image of a shorter, whiter, nerdier Kareem Abdul-Jabbar -- next to you. You may be in for a long day.

Some girl credited with finally putting Ben Roethlisberger in jail sings the National Anthem. The marathon director talks about how he couldn't have asked for a better day weather-wise. Shit. No excuses there.

Before you know it, the gun goes off, and despite the fact that you're running 5:30 pace, middle-aged women are passing you from all directions. Your two amigos are at your side, both of them thankfully making it back to the starting line in time for the gun after a long wait for the Porta-potties. Everyone high-fives in lieu of the time-honored yet time-wasting tradition of crossing streams.


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The first 2.1 miles of the course follow Liberty Ave. This is a good opportunity to turn your brain off and assimilate to the pace of the pack. God knows you'll need your frontal lobes to be firing at full capacity later when you're willing your legs to move over the last four miles of the course.

The elevation change is imperceptible; this stretch is essentially a layup. So take a load off, cowboy. There are rougher patches of pasture ahead.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

STEELERS 31, RAVENS 24

The Steelers-Ravens game yesterday was off the meat rack for serious, so it'd be a shame if any of our readers failed to fully appreciate the latest in an endless line of triumphs for the City of Champions. For those who might have missed it, I found this awesome four-minute highlight video on YouTube that neatly captures everything that happened.

You know what it is.

Grad School

I was wasting a few minutes on Letsrun this morning and came across a message board post that linked to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4M98x-FLp7E. Since I've never held a real job, have at least three-and-a-half years of school left, and know that the two of you may be climbing back into the warm womb of academic life, I thought it was appropriate. Enjoy.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Week 9 Recap

Sam: S(14 w/ 5@6:30 pace), M(6), T(8 w/ 7@6:18 pace on the treadmill), W(4), R(5, tired), F(0), S(10 with Mike). 47 total.

RO$$: S(9), M(0), T(0), W(8), R(0), F(10), S(Steelers 31, Ravens 24). 27 total. Obviously not the strongest week for me. No excuses. Friday night after I ran 10, I did dance for three straight hours, though, so it was a long run of sorts.

Gordon: S(7) M(7) T(8) W(5) R(3) F(7) S(6) Week: 40 on the nose. I wanted 40 this week - so, happy to get it. Mapped out a 7 mile route on mapmyrun.com and am now going to try to stick to it for a 50 mile week. We'll see where that gets me. I'm jealous that you got two tempos in. I'm really kicking myself for not having started these yet.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

....The Return

There has been much to celebrate in the past few weeks: the holidays, time with families, the worldwide phenomenon - Wiz Khalifa, the dawning of a new era in marathoning/blogging aka MaT: the list goes on.



However, the question on everyone's lips throughout this holiday season has been, "Where's Gordon?"
After missing several blog post opportunities, the running community began an outpouring of concern the likes of which have never been seen.
Sadly, the initial concerns turned to disgust as Gordon, first seen as a victim of some unknown circumstance, was villified by the MaT media as nothing more than lazy and, possibly, feminine in his sloth.
After being laid up for several days with an actual yeast infection he was shocked to find the truth of his, admittedly embarassing, illness splashed across the front pages of, none other than, MaT.
After this fiasco, many doubted that he'd ever make a return to the blogosphere. "He's dead to me," wrote John L. Parker in the famous one sentence op-ed piece on Letsrun.com.
Well, I'm just here to say, the world is full of haters, but I never let that stop me from doing me. I'm back.



The Writing on the Wall

The results are in. It appears that we need more blog posts and running in general in order to succeed at Pittsburgh. Long runs and tempo runs be damned. The poll has also put an end to my plan of synchronized swimming with resistance bands for the next few months.

I think 14 respondents is an excellent number, as it indicates that at least 43% of our readership does not follow the blog in an official sense. However, I have to ask why this is the case. Do you not have an acceptable account for log in? Are you too good for us? Are you afraid of being associated with the immature content frequently posted? Are you a terrorist? Don't feel obligated to answer now; these questions may find their way into a future MaT poll.

Please follow the blog. It's the only concrete way that our advertisers know how many loyal readers we have, and thus it's the only way Ross, Gordon, and I can put food on our table.

Blog post for the day. Check. Time for more running in general.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Cold run

Came a mile short of 15 but don't care. It was snowy and crappy out yesterday with lots of slippage. My 5-mile pick-up ended up being about 6:30 pace thanks to all the backward movement.

http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=4226074

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Week 8 Recap

Sam: This week we find ourselves nearing two months of marathon prep. Thankfully, we've got another 19 weeks to go before the big day, otherwise we'd probably all be toast. This was a decent week for me, highlighted by no days off and a huge crack in the bottom of my right foot. It was also this week that I was overtaken by my dog on the fitness front. He's a big fan of charging hills, leaving me gasping for air as I let him pull me up them. No formal speed work or long run, though I'm planning to do 15 tomorrow with the middle 5 at pace. Such courage may warrant its own blog post once the feat is accomplished. S(8), M(7), T(4), W(8), R(3), F(9), S(6)=45 total.

RO$$: S(7), M(8), T(0), W(0), R(6), F(0), S(9). Unlike Sam, I did not run 7 days this week. In fact, I'd be surprised if that even happens once in the build-up to the race. But I'm pretty pleased with 30 in four days. This was was like many training weeks at Cornell, where I ran slowly in a bunch of snow and wondered whether or not I was actually getting in better shape. Eventually I'm going to start incorporating log runs. I'm already cranking out the pull-ups. Pyramid of four!

Gordon: S(5), M(5), T(5), W(5), R(0), F(5), S(7). A measly 32 - I ran 7 yesterday (Sunday), and I'm planning on running 7 or 8 each day this week. This week I got home too hungry to turn around and run, but too late to have a proper amount of time in between dinner and my run. Each run was a series of terrible sidestitches, and near misses on shitting my pants. Fortunately, there's a blizzard on the way to NYC, and I'll be able to increase my running by skipping work.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Will you do your long run this weekend?

Since I haven't done a long run in a couple of weeks, I'm getting myself pumped up to grind one out this weekend. Hopefully I can comfortably pick up a few miles in the middle, as well. While long runs aren't fun, they're obviously necessary for a successful marathon. Just ask these ladies (who, to be fair, are finishing a triathlon)...

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Banner Day

I put up a banner to replace the ugly white title we had going. Hopefully it adds some pizazz to the site. Ross, I hope you don't take offense to the use of "City of Bridges" instead of "City of Champions." I plucked the moniker directly from the marathon website when I went to go find the date and by the time I thought about changing it, I was too lazy to reopen Photoshop and dick around with it anymore.

In other news, the dog test should be here any day. I know that Oliver and Carrie (happy birthday, by the way, to both of you) are eagerly awaiting the results.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Week 7 Recap

RO$$: S(9), M(0), T(5), W(5), R(0), F(9), S(6). 34 miles total -- the highest week yet for me, largely because I ran five days and not four. Just trying to build the miles sensibly. I've been doing pull-ups almost every day, so I'm starting to get pretty jacked. Guys, don't be surprised if you don't recognize me whenever you get to Pittsburgh on race week.

Sam: S(7), M(6), T(6), W(11), R(10, 6.5@6:05 pace), F(6), S(0). 46 miles. Pace work felt pretty good. Need to buy a new pair of trainers. Suggestions?

Gordon: S(5) M(6) T(4) W(5) R(0) F(5) S(5) 30 miles total - That's great about the pace work. I've been meaning to get started, but the pain in my knee keeps cropping up. I keep wondering if I should just tough out a tempo run or if I should take a week off to let it get better. Thoughts?