Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Lunchtime Frolicking



The secret is out. Marathon success isn't a result of high mileage, time spent on your feet on a Sunday morning, dancing in clubs on a Friday night, your tempo pace, your diet, or blogging (or not blogging) about your progress in training. Success, like the mighty phoenix, rises from the ashes of pure misery, when the bleakest hour is upon us, and we're not so sure we'll be able to stick it out to see tomorrow.

Ladies and gentlemen, I draw your attention to this year's snowfall in Syracuse, New York: 132.4 glorious inches of frozen hell.

We've amassed enough snow here in Syracuse to nearly eclipse Rochester and Binghamton combined, so for all you shitheads that thought winter in Ithaca was horrible, you haven't seen anything like the Orange Tundra. I've literally lost the ability to produce viable sperm as a result of the repeated freeze/thaw cycles endured by my man candy.

But I digress. The wonder of offspring is nothing compared to the splendor of crossing the finish line in Pittsburgh. I don't know how many days I've taken off this winter, but I can tell you it's less than the number I took off over various two-week spans last summer. I thrive on misery. Like my father always said, what doesn't cause your testicular tissue to form ice crystals makes you faster.

This afternoon, I'm going to try to squeeze in an 18-miler before grand rounds. It's currently 14 degrees outside. The roads are lined with about three inches of slush, so I'm expecting my socks to be wet pretty much before I step out the door. I'm going to eat ribs from Dinosaur Barbeque for lunch so that I have to shit the entire time that I'm running. I've also purchased a set of anal beads to force me to maintain an upright posture the entire time that I'm out there. If this doesn't spell success, I don't know what does.

I have to be honest, though. The winter isn't all about victory here in Syracuse. I bring you the latest updates on our home in progress in the form of verse:

As Nat donned her kerchief and I donned my cap,
We heard a crash from above that made me say, "Crap."
I sprang from the couch to see 'twas the matter,
And low and behold, a fucking ice dam had pulled down a twelve foot run of gutter and fascia board out of the side of our fucking house.

Sunday is supposed to be 37 degrees. I may end up renting a cherry picker to fix things up this weekend. If I do, I'll be sure to jump off of it a few times to get ready for the marathon.

Monday, February 7, 2011

RO$$'s Guide to Half-Assing a Marathon

This whole Marathon a Trois venture humbly started out as a fun idea amongst three good friends. But ever since this blog got going and saw its readership explode like an Appalachian meth lab, the public has been clamoring to see our three heroes race to the death rather than hold hands as they cross the finish line.

Early oddsmakers (Oliver) have pegged Sam as the favorite, with Gordon being second. Yours truly is expected to stagger across the line in dead last, desperately trying to out-jog a herd of obese women while mucus pours from my nose and shit runs down my legs.

For many reasons, this makes total sense. Sam ran as much in his off week as I did in my biggest week in four-and-a-half years. And, as was noted in my Miami Heat post, if you ranked the three of us by what we accomplished in college, it would look something like this: 1) Sam, 1A) Gordon, 58) Me. But everyone's overlooking one crucial factor -- this isn't my first trip to the Running a Marathon While in Mediocre Shape rodeo. Running a marathon isn't the same as running a 5k, as evidenced by Meb winning a silver medal in the Olympics and the New York marathon even though his PR is slower than Paula Radcliffe's. Sam and Gordon may have better PRs than me at every collegiate distance, but I've got guile, baby.

But, the mensch that I am, I can't resist the urge to share my secrets with the rest of the world. So here are my three keys to half-assing a marathon.

1. Don't ahead of yourself in the first half of the race

I don't know what it's like to run a marathon when you're in good shape, but I can tell you that when you're in mediocre shape, if you feel tired at any point in the first half of the race, you are going too fast. This sounds obvious, but the adrenaline will be flowing and the course will be flat in the early miles, so 6:45 pace will feel as easy as 7:45 pace does on your normal runs. When that happens, you might feel like you're having a once-in-a-lifetime day, and you might think you can tough through the pain of the second half because you've spent your life doing the same at shorter distances, but if you're relying on toughness to get you through any stage of the race prior to mile 20, you're doomed. Trust me on this one.

(An important caveat to this rule: If you always run, say, 7:10 pace on your normal runs, and you feel kind of crappy running that fast in the actual race, just suck it up and gut it out. Running 7:30 pace might sound like a good idea, but the slower you run, the more time you're going to spend on your feet. If you're half-assing a marathon, running for more than three hours is probably going to suck no matter what, so in this particular scenario you might as well run your regular pace and try to get it over with, because the race will end badly regardless of how it plays out.)

2. Focus on running efficiently

At shorter distances, having an efficient stride isn't something you need to actively worry about. Just run a lot of miles, and over time your efficiency will naturally improve. (Watch any high school meet, even one with elites, and this statement becomes obvious.) Plus, if you're running an 800, running efficiently doesn't matter that much. But when you're half-assing a marathon, you need to save every ounce of energy that you can. I try to constantly monitor my stride throughout the race. Where are my arms? How are my feet striking the ground? Am I maintaining an upright posture? Thinking like this also gives me something to think about other than how many miles I have left to run. Anything's better than that.

3. Acclimate yourself to running while you feel like dogshit

This is crucial. Going out and doing a bunch of seven mile runs when you feel fresh as a daisy is all but useless; it has nothing in common with the third hour of a marathon. But deliberately running only the hilliest routes possible isn't very fun, so, outside of doing that or running two hours a day (i.e., training properly), how should one prepare for the fatigue that will inevitably set in at some point past the 25k mark? The key is to make feeling like crap as natural a component of your training as lacing up your shoes.

When "training" for my two most recent marathons, I was running to and from work three or four times a week, four miles each way. Every time I ran home it was my second run of the day, and the route was largely uphill. Those runs sucked. But when I ran the Pittsburgh Marathon in 2009, it wasn't until mile seventeen that I felt as shitty as I did every time I ran home. Realizing that gave me a huge mental boost at a key point in the race (the "I can't believe I still have to run ten more miles" point).

I no longer run to and from work, but this year I'm doing a good job of making sure all my runs start around 7:00 pm after a full day of work, and that I always run alone. I also try to run exclusively on frozen snow/ice when the opportunity affords itself. Come race day, running on flat, even terrain in the daylight with two friends is going to feel like walking.

My guess is that Gordon is doing a great job of keeping the misery ratio as high as possible for his runs, but, despite the fact that he lives in Syracuse, I worry that too many of Sam's run are of the "Hey, friends, let's take a long lunch and go frolicking together!" variety.

UD Revisited

I wanted to post an update on the UD track and XC situation. Jeff Pearlman, an alum who works for SI now has been following the situation closely and posted this video footage on his blog:

http://www.jeffpearlman.com/blog/


If you're angered about what now seems to be a nationwide trend of killing these programs, please send a quick email to this jerk:

Bernard M. Muir, Director of Athletics & Recreation Services (302)-831-4006

athletics-dir@udel.edu

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Super Couch Potato 5k

The race took place at Onondaga Lake Park. With the paved footpath set about 100 meters back from the lake, this out and back was as flat as a course gets. The only thing slowing things down today was the hideous buildup of ice and slush that covered 90% of the path. It was not a fast day traction-wise.

I felt fine and probably put in a big negative split after going into a headwind for the first half. However, today, it was not to be. I took second with a 16:42 as first place finisher Greg Stowell pulled away slightly around two miles, and I couldn't get the grip to cover at the end. So it goes.

Natalie didn't race, instead taking a third day off for a nagging case of plantar fasciitis.

Results here.

Heipsh

Now that it's almost upon us, I was wondering who's going to be at the Heipsh this year. Natalie and I are still toying with the idea of going down, either by bus (WiFi bonus and no-hassle bonus) or car. We'd probably go down Friday afternoon and come back as late as possible on Sunday since the mens' 3k is at 5-something.

All interested blog followers please reply.

PS - Will pointed out Jeff Moriarty's 2:20 1000 from this weekend. Sick.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Hey Ross...

...at least you're not Oliver.


Week 12 Recap

$am: S(9), M(6), T(8), W(45 minutes swimming laps), R(10), F(6), S(6). 45 miles total. A rest week for me, but I have started incorporating about 3 minutes of random non-running exercise per day. Scissor kick lunges for 60 seconds straight on Monday took a big toll on my butt muscles. Tomorrow, don't forget the biggest sporting event of the winter. No, it's not the Super Bowl; it's the Super Couch Potato 5k at Onondaga Lake Park. Stay tuned for results.

RO$$: S(5), M(8), T(8), W(0), R(10), F(5), S(10). 46 miles total. It's a somber day here at MaT World Headquarters, despite the fact that I pulled off a miraculous upset and ran more miles than Sam this week. Evgeni Malkin just blew out his knee, effectively eliminating the possibility of the Penguins winning the Stanley Cup. Tomorrow, the Steelers are going to lose the Super Bowl. After the Steelers won the AFC Championship game two weeks ago, I marvelled at my good fortune as a sports fan, and wondered when this incredible five-year ride would end. Now we have our answer. I know I'm being melodramatic, but I'm going to remember this awful weekend for the rest of my life.

Gordon: S(7), M(7), T(8), W(8), R(0), F(0), S(5) 35 miles total. Looks like Ross swept the field here. Traveling to State College Thursday night, and back to NYC on Friday night really took it out of me. I set out on a 10 mile run on Saturday but was too tired/lazy and packed it in for a 5 miler. No more traveling this week - more running.