Thursday, December 31, 2015
Hope you have a joyous New Year's Eve! Here's to hoping we have an excellent 2016 filled with good health, strong running, and great family.
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
3.4 miles tonight in the mist and fog. Still feeling strong even if I drag a bit through the daytime.
I need to start looking into training plans for the marathon, and tomorrow I will hang up my big sur calendar in tho office, to help motivate me out the door when the New England weather really gets going.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
1.2 tonight before an anticipated flash freeze. We were struck by an ice storm last night, and the accumulation surprised me.
I need to return some pairs of shoes before I can order new ones, but I really need to do that soon before winter gets worse. Vibram is making a waterproof bikila now, so I may try that out.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!and gie's a hand o’ thine!And we’ll tak' a right gude-willie waught,for auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,for auld lang syne,we’ll tak' a cup o’ kindness yet,for auld lang syne.
--Robert Burns, Auld Lang Syne
I love that anticipation. Few storms I've lived through have been as big as I've expected, partly I think because I have a very childlike fascination in observing them. I can't wait for the huge storms. I can't wait to walk around in them, and come back in to watch from my windows from the safety of the house. That's a bit nutty, I'll admit, but it's an attitude that makes New Year's Eve seem like a really big event.
I mean, that number at the end of the date doesn't change very often. In fact, it takes like three hundred and sixty five days for that number to change! That's crazy.
As an adult, I've really enjoyed counting down with friends. When I was in college and lived away from home, we'd re-open our apartment off campus with a big New Year's bash. We'd drink, play games, and just generally enjoy eachother's company. It was an excellent time.
In recent years my family has come around, and we've been going to wine dinners on New Year's Eve, which is really nice. My wife and I don't really have the means to attend such things ourselves, and it is a real act of generosity on the part of my family. The dinner is usually incredible (and one of the only times all year I eat meat) and they usually have a band to play in the new year at midnight. It has been a lot of fun to dance in the New Year.
The plan is to get together with some of our child's godparents and do a dinner of our own. Chinese food takeout, perhaps with a glass of wine, or champagne. The drinking won't be the emphasis, as it has been in past years.
We'll have plenty of folks around to supervise the wee one, and my wife may even be able to pass her off for a bit so she can nap. It will be tremendous to be able to ring in the new year and this new start with friends who are so close that they feel as if they are family.
Will we be totally sleep deprived? Absolutely. No doubt. But the struggles we share as a family will no doubt bring us closer.
I hope you have a good New Year with your loved ones, however you choose to celebrate, and I hope your new year is filled with peace, love, and music.
Monday, December 28, 2015
1.2 tonight. Cold new england weather, and tomorrow is supposed to be wet. So far I am 103 miles in on the streak.
8th day doctor appointment today. The doctor gave us some advice on how to get more sleep, so we have some things to try. Otherwise the child is perfect.
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Went out for 3.4 tonight. Felt pretty good. My nutrition has been terrible this past week, but I still feel pretty light, and strong while climbing.
I have managed to keep my weight in the same range, although I admit it isn't my focus currently.
My daughter is one week old today. Hard to imagine it has only been seven days. My wife and I are trying to work out a sleep schedule, and I have been bonding with the child as much as possible. These themes and more in my big post next week.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
1.2 tonight. Very tough to push myself out the door, due to a very cuddly dog, and the exhaustion brought on by a day with no naps.
Hopefully I will get some good sleep in tonight, and then a few more tomorrow. Would like to put in a longer run but I am concerned about getting sick from pushing too hard.
I stand in the driveway in the early morning dark
watching bits of my breath vaporize into the cold night air
What will I do today?
How will I respond to the challenges of the day?
I had made plans to get some work done around the house, and I held to that a bit. We went out to breakfast, came back, and I got to work fixing up the toilet in our downstairs bathroom. It has really needed to be fixed since we moved in, but now with the additional guests and visitors I've been planning to use it as my main bathroom, and so that if we have people visiting in the finished part of our basement they won't have to trek all the way upstairs to our main bathroom. I also figured that since the baby was overdue, I might be able to jinx her into coming by making plans that I would then have to break.
Sure enough, the contractions continued into the night and we decided to go our for dinner with some friends who live up the street. Honestly, I imagined that even though the contractions were pretty serious my wife would still end up going until Tuesday when they had talked about induction. Induction, as I've learned, isn't preferred. But I figured that would be the luck we would have. We made it out to dinner and all the way home. We even stopped into our friends' house to visit a bit before heading home. The contractions were consistent, but not spaced too close together.
After we got back I decided to get my miles in. Those of you following my holiday running streak have seen how it has gone so far -- not my highest mileage year, but I've still remained fastidious in getting the miles done. This dedication is important to me. It is something that changed my life several years ago when I found it.
I went out for 2.1 miles, covered the distance in a moderate amount of time, came home, and showered. I laid down in bed for a couple of hours. My wife woke me up -- around 11. The contractions were really strong now. She even found an app that helped to time the frequency and duration of each one -- so we made a deal that when they started averaging close to 5 minutes we would call the doctor. The doctor told us not to come in until my wife was having trouble speaking because of the strength of the contractions -- and a couple of hours after that we were headed to triage.
It turns out that the best time to go to triage is not the early morning hours of Sunday. We arrived at about 1 am. My wife stood around at the desk for what felt like forever (was probably closer to 6 minutes) and then was seen. We both got brought back into a room, where they hooked up some sensors, told us they would be back, and then promptly forgot about us. I shouldn't say forgot about us, but due to the lack of information we certainly felt that way. An hour passed. Another hour. Finally a doctor and nurse came in to check my wife out, gave us no information, and left. Another hour passed. We paged for water a few times. No one ever came. It was scary, infuriating, and really, really unpleasant. You have to realize, this is our first child. I don't know if the lack of information or communication is par for the course here or due to a tremendous workload, but in any event I can only respond to the situation as I experienced it. I was ready to start yelling at people.
Finally at around 4 am a different doctor and nurse came in. They explained that there had been a long line of folks heading to delivery, so they were waiting for a room to open up. We waited another hour or so, and then we were brought up. From the time we stepped into the labor room I felt much more at ease. The LDR nurses were very, very kind to us and answered every question, and guided us through the choreography of the early parts of labor. When shifts changed, they would introduce us to the new staff. We got to know our staff well, and we really appreciated them.
The adrenaline hits my system
my body devours the miles
the awake hours
welcomes no sleep
I run for longer than I imagined possible
I imagine never stopping
The nurse had prepped us that it might be a very long time. We had only been in the LDR for six hours or so, but when you considered we'd been at the hospital for closer to ten, and the labor had gone on for much longer than that, my wife was ready to be done. The epidural took the edge off her pain, but it was time to meet our child. The nurse had prepped us that it could be hours of pushing. It ended up only being about ten minutes. Our daughter came into the world, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, cried, opened her eyes, and immediately was skin-to-skin with my wife.
Now the sensation of ease with the new level of work
I busy myself for hours
revel in the joy of the motion
the miles sing in my bones
and thrum in my heart
I have no words for what happened inside me. The adrenaline continued to stay kicked up, I draped my arms over my wife and daughter, and I have never been so happy in my life. A little later the nurse cleaned up the baby, took her foot print, weighed her, gave her her antibiotic, swaddled her and handed her to me. The ballet of the LDR is a really incredible one -- I'm not certain you fully understand it until you see it. The nurses work so much harder than anyone you've seen, while retaining compassion. You watch your birthing partner do something so incredible, and if you are me, you wonder how anyone thinks running 26.2 is hard compared to this incredible act of creation.
I only found out later that my wife had photographed the exact moment I first held our child -- I looked into her little eyes, "My long-expected child," I said. I stroked her hair. I smiled, and I told her I loved her.I felt euphoric, and I felt love for many people in that moment.
In the marathon we look within ourselves to find another level of strength. We look within ourselves to find a way to comfort ourselves through pain and trying times. I felt like this was that exact moment -- all of the stressors placed on my wife and I, all of the adrenaline and hormones and everything else you go through in the last stages of expecting -- I was drained from having been awake for so long. I hadn't seen a real meal in sixteen hours (and neither had my lady love, who did all the really hard stuff.) I looked into that little peanut's eyes, and I found another gear. I dug deep.
The next gear opens up
I search for even more to do
Doing more and more than I thought possible
My legs revel in the fatigue
as does my heart
We yearn for hard work
to earn our rest
The next day was similar. Tests, doctors, feeding my wife while she fed my daughter. Coming home to attend to the house and make sure it would be ready for our return the next day. Getting in my mile before coming home. Continuing on into the night, trying to get my wife a few hours of sleep before I went out cold. Absolutely loving our child. Our perfect, perfect child.
We have been home for a couple of days now, and starting to hit our stride. We sleep in shifts, have split up some of the chores without even talking about it, and have had really excellent support from our friends and family. Simultaneously to the birth of this child my wife's family has been going through some turmoil due to illness, so it is difficult for her to not be able to be there as much. This child is our priority, and everyone understands, but it is hard to not be involved when you have been so very involved in the past.
Rests now, the heart
which realizes that the race is not run
it has only begun
and ever busy shall be the body
Fatherhood is my new endurance sport. I aim to be an elite at it.
Friday, December 25, 2015
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Managed to get 3.4 miles today! Consistently running on six hours of sleep, trading off with my wife. We are adjusting really well to the big change in circadian rhythm, though, and today felt like we were firing on all cylinders.
Four days left in the week, and I want to try and get 40 minutes running into each of those days. I need to figure out a way to bulk up the weekly time on my feet for big sur, so we will see how this goes.
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Only 1 mile tonight through some absolutely awful torrential rain. Urban flooding made things really interesting, but the temp is pretty warm so it was fairly pleasant.
Tomorrow is supposed to be about 69 degrees, and more terrible rain. Talk about weird weather for Christmas eve.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
We are home! We have returned from the hospital, and are getting settled in. I ordered us two meals each so we would have lunch and dinner, and ran some errands.
My wife also insisted that I bring the dog home, and the pup has been very good with our little one so far. She listens to us very well, and seems to understand that we need her to keep her distance. I think it helped put some normalcy back into our routine.
We also had a visit from one of the little one's godparents tonight, who held her while my wife had dinner and I got in my 1.2 miles. It is, I kid you not, 60 degrees in my part of New England today. I had no reason to wear a long sleeve tech, but was comfortable anyway.
I would like to try and get in 3 miles tomorrow, but I will defer to my wife if she feels she can't spare me for the time.
The big post for this week will be late. I'm sure you understand... Fatherhood, after all, is an endurance sport, and we are in it's very early miles.
Monday, December 21, 2015
1.2 today while my mother in law stayed with my wife and daughter at the hospital.
When I returned, they told me she had been looking for me since I left! We had an epic afternoon of cuddling while my wife napped. I'm so glad to know this kid.
The weather was really mild today so I did my miles with a vest instead of the jacket. Very comfortable. Hoping December keeps this up so I can maybe get in a couple of long runs before the end of the streak!
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Got my mile in tonight after stopping home from the hospital following the birth of my daughter.
Don't freak, my wife wanted me to keep the streak alive, and both were getting some good bonding time in with the godparents. On top of which I needed to grab some things from home we forgot to put in the go bag (d'oh!)
This week's big post will be about the events of this weekend and her birthday, and as you will read, I am a man changed.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
2.1 miles tonight. Child is coming soon. Hopefully this isn't a false alarm.
I'm somewhat upset with my progress so far on the running streak. This week has been a lot of shorter runs, and I haven't gotten in my long run. As of right now I am doubtful I will hit my goal of 150 miles. I need to forgive myself for missing that goal, if I do.
This year has a lot of stuff going on.
Friday, December 18, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Are we so far in already?
84 miles as of tonight and 22 straight days with no missed miles. I feel like 2015 will be gone the next time I blink. I hate that feeling, but I am hopeful for the future, as well.
1 mile tonight in the wet and mist. Slower than my previous two runs, but once again running on a full stomach, late at night, and with many things weighing on my mind.
I am hoping to get some real distance in over the next couple of days. The child seems to be taking her time, so I see no reason to continue doing the bare minimum in my streak.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
My wife is having some pretty strong contractions, but the timing isn't really anything of concern yet. Just wanted to get the mile in quick so I could get back as soon as possible.
Also ate most of a pizza for dinner. Felt that quite a bit on the downhills. I usually try to give myself a couple of hours after eating, but tonight I didn't feel like I had the luxury because I wanted to be home to take care of my wife.
Decently cold out tonight, but I still ran in shorts. Soon I'll have to switch to tights, I expect, but I've enjoyed the warmer parts of December so far.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Have to do some shorter miles to recover, and have been logging longer days at work and home with less rest (as my wife is due any day now, I'm up with her quite a bit of the night.)
Hopefully will be able to pull off a long run later in the week to add up some of these numbers.
Monday, December 14, 2015
3.4 miles tonight to bring my total for the streak up to 80 miles.
Legs are feeling strong, and hopefully the baby will be coming soon. Once I have a better idea of the timing I can figure out how to get my other miles in.
So excited for this kiddo's arrival, though.
Unforeseeing one! Yes, he fought on the Marathon day:
So, when Persia was dust, all cried "To Akropolis!
Run, Pheidippides, one race more! the meed is thy due!
'Athens is saved, thank Pan,' go shout!" He flung down his shield,
Ran like fire once more: and the space 'twixt the Fennel-field
And Athens was stubble again, a field which a fire runs through,
Till in he broke: "Rejoice, we conquer!" Like wine thro' clay,
Joy in his blood bursting his heart, he died--the bliss!
--Robert Browning, Pheidippides
Sometimes I would see foxes, deer, or coyotes running around that early. They would be my 'running partners' and offered a perspective on a place I've lived most of my life but very rarely see. I'm not really a person who believes in 'spirit animals' but I will admit to feeling a certain level of camaraderie with them. In the pre-dawn hours we were the only things moving, aside from very few automobiles. The world was ours and it was as if I'd stepped into some pre-historic version of New England. A forest along the bay where the wind blew very cold, and the pot-holes were plentiful.
My very favorite runs have often been my long runs. They provide a chance for real solace, and the overcoming of a feeling of uncomfortability. I probably shouldn't say 'overcoming' because you don't really overcome that feeling in the sense of 'putting an end to it'. It is more that you figure out how to live with it, and minimize the effect on your mind. One of my marathon plans called the work level "comfortably hard" and I think that applies here.
I live with a lot of unwarranted anxiety before long runs and races. There are a couple of reasons for this: As much as I love long runs, and find a lot of fun in them, somewhere in my mind I find them to be insurmountable. Also, with regards to races, I am antsy in a crowd of people I don't know. Usually by the end of the run, I've found at least one person to talk to, but the feeling of isolation standing in a chute is not one I've ever really identified with as a feeling of community, or camaraderie. It is a gaggle of strangers. I feel out of place in that situation, and it adds to my ill-at-ease sensation. I have a couple of ways of coping, though.
Back in those early days of my running, I started an early morning mantra as I bulked up my weekly long runs from 20-26 miles back in September of 2013. I'd stand in my driveway, about to head onto the road, and say to myself, “Just you and me, Pheidippides.”
I mean, OK. So I haven't had an imaginary friend since I was six years old. Back then it was Frosty the Snowman (don't laugh at me, I was six.) But if you're a runner, you could do worse for an imaginary friend than the spirit of Pheidippides.
As has been written about for a long time in running circles, Pheidippides was the legendary runner who ran to notify Athens of the Athenian victory against Persia at the plains of Marathon. He also ran to Sparta days before requesting aid. I don't need to hash out the legend here, if you are a runner, you know the story. If not, there are many places for you to find the story.
The point is, like a lot of long-distance runners, I feel a kinship with this character from whom I am separated through hundreds of years of time. Whether or not he really did the deeds in his legends, it is generally considered true that the Greeks used messenger runners to cover large amounts of land. These people must have had the same feelings we did: a torrent of emotion wrought on by incredibly physical grind. Fear at the unknown, ease in one's confidence, sorrow at pain and reflection, and joy at the mastery of one's physical movement. We're not so dissimilar even separated by this much time. That character and that mantra pulled me through some very trying long runs through the very early hours of the morning in 2013.
Over time, I've begun running later into the afternoon and night. This fall I started doing a handful of runs in the early morning again. This was out of necessity of having to get up for early mornings with the baby, but also because it feels organic to me. My training hours have modulated from early morning, to mid-day, to afternoon, and now late evening. The obvious next progression was a return to mornings.
There is a remarkable peace in my urban setting during the early morning hours. The city is for the most part asleep, save for people delivering newspapers, bakery trucks shipping out bread and supplies. The actual hustle and bustle of my little city is hushed. The roads, for the most part, belong only to me, the stray cats, the raccoon, and the possums. Being that my slice of earth is so dense, it also means that a 26 mile training route can take me from my city, to some nearby farmland, into the woods, before returning back home. I can cross state lines twice, if I want to, and I can change elevation quite a bit for someone who live at sea level. These things feel epic to me, because I never would have imagined running so far unsupported a few years ago.
The early morning fog dampens my eyes
the rhythm of covering ground sings in my bones
I long to cover hills, cross wide fields and return
weary and worn and satisfied from that truly hard work
I gaze into the distance of time and space,
geography within my own mind
My heart dreams of Big Sur
Sunday, December 13, 2015
4 miles of recovery tonight. Leaves me with 28 miles and change for the week.
I was hoping to top last year's 155 miles, but I am in doubt about that. It would require a couple of higher mileage weeks, and I am not sure I can get those in this year.
Now we are in a real state of flux and uncertainty. This "any day now" thing is exciting, but I'm bothered by not knowing how much time I will be out of work for, or when. Everyone tells me I won't care about that in the moment, and I am sure that is true, but it does bother me now...
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Went out for a 13.1 miler tonight. Weather was really nice, and I tried to take a nice and easy pace.
In the last four miles I switched to my music, from the podcast I had been listening to, and the world seemed to light up. I took the eleventh mile of my run considerably faster than the previous miles and had to force myself to ease of to save something for the hills I was approaching.
Overall, very good run. Still in the "any day now" frame of mind regarding the expected child. But, I am forcing the concern from my mind for the time being and focusing on what has become a brewing excitement in me...
Friday, December 11, 2015
We've been having a somewhat unseasonable batch of weather this week. Warmer, more humid, and not what I really expect for December. I suppose I've felt that way for a few Decembers now, though, so maybe I should just get used to the fact that winter in New England doesn't really get going until February.
I've really only worn the tights out two or three times this season. I'm not complaining about that, I don't particularly love wearing tights. It is just an odd thing to be wearing running shorts in December and being totally comfortable with that.
My new Vibrams broke down. I had ordered a set of KMD sports maybe a month ago, because they don't make the Bikila LS anymore and I didn't really want to go to the even (slightly) thicker sole of the Bikila EVO. The EVO looks nice, but I'm very used to the 4mm sole, so I wanted to stay closer to that. Sure enough about 60 miles in the tab at the top of the lacing strap came off. That is a manufacturer issue, so I'll be returning them this week.
I love my Vibrams, and this isn't the first time I've had issues with manufacturer problems. I'll keep running in them, but I am getting frustrated with the ever changing line of products, thicker soles, and what seems to me to be less durable rubber than my shoes had five years ago. I'll probably do an entry on my footwear at some point in the future. It isn't such a long and storied past, being that I've only run for a few years. It is just something I'm interested in exploring as a topic.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Post Marathon Analysis and Goal Setting
Late this summer I found myself in a bit of a predicament. My habits started to break down, and I was gaining weight again and watching my weekly mileage shrink. There are a lot of reasons for that but the one I've really been kicking myself about has been pride. I went out for a 21 miler in late August and found myself repeatedly guilty of that sin.
I came home and took all of my race medals and put them in the bin with my bibs from past races. I started to train again, but never got my weekly mileage all that high. I decided that because I was so close to the marathon, it was better to race at my current weight (about 10 pounds up from my previous marathon weight) than risk trying to lose it fast and shedding all the core muscle I had worked to develop.
I raced about a 3:52 in the MCM on Sunday, which was not my goal. I'm still very happy to have broken 4 hours again, and I'm happy to have finished at all (which is always a goal when you see people fitter than you passing out mid race). But I am wondering about that 3:40. If things had been only slightly different this summer, I have no doubt that's the time I'd have seen on the clock.
Leaving the chute I realized that I was going out a lot faster (I had lined up with the 3:40 folks, but with no pacer people didn't line up by time). We hit mile 2 and the split came up as 7:52. I knew that wasn't great for my goal of 8:30 so I backed off. My next split came in at 8:22 so I aimed to stay comfortable and kept running off of effort, occasionally checking the splits.
I felt good all the way through mile 13, I mean, I was working, but conversational, having fun, not breathing too hard.
At mile 20 when we hit the bridge to head back towards Arlington, I knew I was in some trouble. I ran-walked through the next couple of miles so that I could finish running. But the walking cost me a bit, obviously.
So my goal now is two-fold: I want to find my humility again and use it to make me a better runner. I want to be able to handle the 26.2 distance confidently and comfortably, not just telling myself "I will finish this." At this point, I know I have the grit to handle the distance when I'm in the race. I just need the training and experience to yield the results I want.
So the plan now is to put together a plan to get trained up for a spring marathon. Even if I don't run a spring marathon. I want to handle the distance in the desired time. I also want to get back on track with my calorie counting, and planning out my meals so that I'm fueled well and in better fighting trim. Here goes, heading into the toughest season to do all that stuff.
Bring it. My legs feel better with that 26.2 behind them, and I'm ready to hit the roads again for a few easy miles tonight.
Also, still happy I beat Oprah.
...and Sean Astin.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
I am suffering from a really bad head cold, and so I was cramming lots of rest in around this run. I also had a gig playing for the school I once attended, so I decided I would get a quick three or four miles in, so that I didn't have truly awful numbers this week.
I actually felt quite a bit better after the run -- although I was much more tired at the end of the evening. Since I've been running I usually will continue to run through common colds, although I won't generally run if I have a fever. It has been an interesting experience that really makes me feel solid in the knowledge that I'm more powerful than an irritating little sickness.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Just one mile and a quarter tonight. Fast, but I am limiting the mileage because I need to get better. Don't want to head into the LDR with a head cold.
The weather gets colder, and I am getting faster. My mind remains ever-focused on my daughter. I haven't met her yet, not really. But I can't wait to. I am worried about how I will do as a father...
Maybe I will hit the books this weekend and see what is written on parenting...
This week, a blog more on the parental side of things. I started working on this post back in August. By the time you're reading it in December I'll have made countless edits, additions. Maybe I'll even have written it and erased it a dozen times. I'm evolving a working process here that is unlike anything I've ever done, because I'm not someone who has really written with any regularity throughout his life.
When it comes to the topic of fatherhood I find myself in a constant state of questioning at this point: will I be able to handle a small and delicate child? I'm not a delicate person, really. Will I feel some sense of connection? Will I have a hard time pulling myself away from home to go to work each day, and what changes will I feel in my commitment to my work and training?
Because the things that I have worked to establish as a habit and ritual in my life are things that are important not only to who I am, but who I want to be in life and legacy. Losing them is kind of an odd thought to me. I don't want to become a zombie, because that would pull me out of my goal of being involved and aware in my own existence. Can I handle the added strain of helping to parent a child?
When I feel this overwhelming sense of self-questioning, I usually try and turn to books. I look up experts in the field. But I think this is an area that no one can really offer advice in, because it seems like all of my doubts can only be answered experientially. Sure enough every time I look up a book on raising children, or raising a daughter, I'm hit with an onslaught of concerns that belong to someone else.
"Well," the books say, "You're going to have to put up with the fact that girls like pink."
"And also," they continue, "They really like Disney."
Well, OK. Maybe those are someone's concerns (and honestly, I doubt that person has anything beyond a passing knowledge of parenting) but they are not my concerns. My concerns have to do more with connection and remaining connected to who I am, making sure that I don't change completely, making sure that this is an element of my life I can work to support.
I want to be an involved and active parent, not only for this child but also to support my wife. We've always been a good team, and I don't want to let her down in this endeavor either. I know she is going to be awesome at this -- but will I be the weak link? What would that look like? Would I be able to adapt and overcome it?
Ultimately I know this is something that can only be answered with time. I have to believe that a lot of these fears and self-doubts are things everyone goes through -- and that they are things I've been through before when entering into situations I've never experienced previously. In every situation I enter into I can also achieve a level of comfort -- a willingness to continue on, and then my doubt abates as I have faith in myself to continue. But, parenting seems like a really alien thing. My own parents weren't great models in this regard. What if there's nothing to fill the gap where my model of a good parent goes?
Some of these questions are unanswerable at the present time, but I'll be sure to update on these concerns as I go. Once I get into the meat of this thing, I'm sure there will be plenty to write about. Of that I am almost certain.
We're getting close.
Ready for the plunge.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Sunday, December 6, 2015
10.6 miles this evening. Picking the right gear for the fickle new england climate continues to be the deciding factor in the success of my running. Tonight I went with a long sleeve shirt and shell over it, running shorts, no tights. Somewhat cold towards the end, but not uncomfortable.
Listening to Diana Nyad's book on tonight's run. Strongly recommend it for endurance athletes, and the audio book even features Nyad singing, which certainly keeps one focused on the story. Will write more on the book later.
Saturday, December 5, 2015
I would like to try and have some higher mileage weeks later in the streak, but we'll see how that goes with the new arrival.
Last year I managed 153.7 miles during the streak, but I did have a couple of weeks where I was in the 45 mile range. We'll see if I can best that by a couple of miles this year.
Friday, December 4, 2015
Another 1 and a quarter miles in the books tonight. Need to rest, and hoping to get a long run in tomorrow.
Was surprised by my coworkers with a baby shower today. We don't usually do baby showers for male staff, but this has been a tough year, and so I think the idea is to do more to bring us together. The generosity was truly touching, and I feel very lucky to have the sense of community I have in this workplace.
I know great people.
Thursday, December 3, 2015
It is worth noting that this year in training I began running mostly negative splits. We'll see how that impacts my race season this year!
Today I went out for a three miler, to recover from my long run yesterday. I've always been lousy at running negative splits.
Part of the problem, I think, is that I live on a highway. Not a major highway, but certainly one with a high volume of traffic at certain points in the day. If you ever feel like things are kind of dull in your life, join me on a long run some time. The first and last mile of my run always takes place on the highway where the cars are flying at you at incredible speed. Between the roadkill on the side of the road, broken glass and occasionally people who do not look while making turns off the highway, it's alway an adrenaline fueled run.
So I set out early, hoping to catch a pretty dead time on the road. That worked out well, but I was feeling good, lovely day out, so I ended up with a first mile that was about 8 minutes. Not too bad, but definitely too fast for my plan. I ran the second mile at about 7:39, so, nice progress there. In the third mile, I came back out onto the highway and ran headfirst into a bitterly cold headwind. It ended up costing me some time, taking me 7:47 to complete mile 3.
Overall this is a thing I still have to work on, but it was neat to experiment with today.
Running the last half mile, I looked down at the side of the road where I was running. In New England because of our large amounts of snow we throw lots of salt and sand on major highways like my road to help cars keep traction in the inclement weather. In the spring when the snow melts the sand washes into the shoulders and it creates a sensation similar to running on a very mild, well packed trail. I looked down and saw my vibram foot prints from yesterday's long run still impressed into the sand.
I've had a rough going of maintaining a regular run schedule lately, but looking down at my preserved foot prints today, I couldn't help but feeling, "Yeah, I'm back."
Now, I need pancakes.
Morning running is strange. Even with stretching, rolling, and using the stick the night before my muscles still feel creaky until I've got at least a mile on my feet. I have to remind myself to go out easy, and slowly add on speed as I work through the little aches that come with legs that are just waking up.
The weather this morning couldn't have been better for a run, even if it was a bit damp. I came to realize how much I've missed the solitude of a city at 4am, when I used to do most of my longer-distance training. It will be nice to have that back, even in the dead cold of winter.
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
2.1 miles tonight in foggy, soggy, humid New England.
Ran easy tonight because I am planning to start running before work tomorrow. Hoping that will make it easier to get in the miles when the baby comes.
38 week ultrasound today. Kiddo seems to be doing well, things look normal.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Another 3.4 tonight, but adding in some speed play.
It was raining, so I decided to throw in the surges to keep things interesting. At one point, I almost ran into a kid wearing all dark clothing, and walking with traffic. I couldn't see him because of the oncoming headlights.
I drew my arms back to shift my weight, and he thought I was going to hit him and covered his face. We just narrowly collided.
A few more yards down the road I saw two folks running with traffic again. I shouted "Against traffic! There are cars coming!" and they smiled and nodded. Couldn't hear me over their headphones.
Seriously, folks. I'm glad to see you out there, but follow the rules of the road and common sense so you don't get killed.
The doctor was... a smart ass about it. But in a way that I found really endearing. My wife told him I never listen to her. He told me I should listen to her. He wrote me a note out of work for two days. When I protested that I wanted to go back the following day, he left the note as it was and gave me a look as if to say, "You'll see. Just wait."
The next day I had cramps in both thighs so big that I couldn't walk. I freaked out and called a friend who is a pharmacist. She asked which steroids I'd been put on, and then told me that leg cramping was a side-effect of those steroids in that kind of volume. "You'll see," indeed.
But I felt better really fast. Got a lot of rest, and I was in much better shape after. Coupled with the endearing snarkiness I knew I wanted this doctor to be my primary care. That is, provided that he wasn't going to tell me not to run. I made a deal with my wife: I'd make the appointment after my 30th birthday.
If they told me not to run, I'd stop running. I'd hate it. But I would give it up.
I just hoped I wouldn't have to.
My job has been stressful lately. My job is always stressful, and there is a certain amount of it I accept. Lately it has been quite a bit more stressful than usual. I've been working longer hours to try and prepare things for the event that I'm out for some unknown amount of time. I'm sure it will be OK. I have coworkers who really look out for one another. But the uncertainty of leaving things still worries me.
Recently, after work, I went to the doctor. Being a young adult at the start of the economic depression, I have a depression-era thinking on a lot of things. I still ask my wife if we have enough in the checking to put gas in my car. I usually put stuff back before checking out at the store, being used to thinking that we can only afford necessities. In many ways that is a good thing -- it can help you save money and spend a bit more in other areas. But it is problematic when the thing you're telling yourself not to buy is a carton of eggs, for example.
So, I went to the doctor. Prior to this, I haven't had a primary care person since I was 17. I didn't have healthcare during college, having gained only a year on my parent's insurance when Obamacare took effect. I am used to paying out of pocket, and going to emergency rooms when things are really bad.
For about three years, we have had good healthcare. I put off getting a primary care because of the running, actually. I made that deal with my wife, though, and I don't play around with that. I am honest with her to a fault. I'm 30 now. I made the appointment.
My family has a medical history that includes lots of heart attacks, arrhythmia, and other cardiac issues. I was really scared that a doctor would tell me to stop running. Running gets a really mixed review in much of the medical community. I've had ER docs tell me to stop running. I usually take that with a grain of salt. Especially if they're not in great shape themselves, and especially if I'm dehydrated and need the sodium (does anyone get that joke?)
So I went to the appointment, got the vaccinations that one really needs to be around a newborn person. The shots didn't hurt at all. The night of I bossed out a seven miler. My arms were sore for a few days afterwards, which complicated my sleeping (I'm a side-sleeper) but all set on the shots now.
Before I left, I told the doc that I was a runner. I told him about the deal with my wife, and how I didn't want someone to tell me to stop running marathons. I told him about the time I fainted in Leadville. His response floored me.
"No, actually, I think running is what is going to prevent you from having these problems. You're in very good shape. Better than average. I think that is probably due to the fact that you run as much as you do."
He suggested the fainting may have been from dehydration (something I suspected about the incident in Leadville, or possibly altitude sickness) I know the science is somewhat dicey on that, but I feel confident knowing I have a doctor who has my back in this.
After the appointment I came home to my wife, had some left-over pizza for dinner, and we went to the hospital for our hospital tour.
It is an odd thing, going on a tour in a group like that. No one really knows how to act. Do you introduce yourself to the other people? But, you probably won't see them again. So that doesn't make much sense. Are you supposed to talk in full voice in the waiting room? I don't know. Everyone was library-whispering. I found that off-putting. I really wanted to tell a joke, or try and lighten the mood. But I didn't know those people, and they seemed very reserved.
We got shown through the foyer (which we'd seen) and were shown some of the different areas around it. The gift shops. The family room.
Before we knew it, we were walking through triage, where they explained how arrival night would go. They go to a really great effort to limit the amount of time parents have to be separated during the birth, and I thought that was really great. We'll see how it actually works, of course, but the idea that it is thought of is nice.
We went and looked through an empty delivery room, and I was really impressed with how mellow those rooms are. They aren't huge, of course, but the colors are very contemporary, and soothing. The lights dim and the rooms are temp controlled. The hospital also offers an "alternative birthing room" which you can only use if you have a midwife and refuse an epidural. Those rooms seemed nice, but I know my wife and she wants the pain management. The delivery rooms are vacated two hours or so after delivery, so we'll be in our private room fairly soon after that, anyway.
We were also shown one of the private rooms. They aren't huge, but they are private, and very nice. The same mellow vibe with a bed for the mom, and a sleeper chair for the dad or birthing partner. The baby stays in the room the whole time, and has a lo-jack on them so no one steals them.
The hospital tour made this thing feel more real to me. In a couple of weeks I'll be in that room with my wife and our daughter. We'll sing to her, and we'll talk to her, and we'll be a family in one place. My wife will sleep, I can't imagine that I will except out of sheer exhaustion. I can't imagine sleeping at all in that scenario. The marathon runner in me looks at the labor room and thinks "You've gone eight hours without peeing before. You won't use the bathroom ever again after she goes into labor!"
The marathon brain is a bit nuts, though. I mean that guy runs 26.2 for fun sometimes.
In any event I know it's built up in my head more than it should be, but hopefully that will set me up to be comfortable and un-surprised by whatever happens. This is the same feeling I get before the plane takes off. Before the roller-coaster roars to life.
Before I run 26.2.
It is a feeling of uncertainty and terror. Of joy in experience. It is so hard to visualize this particular thing.
But I'm getting ready for it.