Skip to main content

Silly as we go

Sometimes life seems silly and that's the place we need to be. Serious and intense works on many occasions, but I'm not going to play life with a poker face 24/7/365.

An adviser told me that I'm one of a rare breed, who doesn't get overplayed by the act of writing a dissertation. I may not show it in outward ways, but the stress has manifested itself nonetheless.

Much of the silliness has gone out of me. My uninhibited, jovial nature has been supplanted with a dulled sense of existence. Pushing through structural equation models and pondering why latent variables aren't sharing covariance is putting a nail in my head.

So it goes with ultrarunning. I need to kick myself in the britches for being a dink about the Croom 50 mile. Instead of embracing yet another finish, I was in pout mode over the 10:21 it took me to traverse the course. I'm resilient and had very little residual damage. Went for a 60 minute jog the day after the race and am back to 100% now.

I had an intersecting thought last week and have been building on it:

"Live life at a higher level."

There you have it. Not too profound, but it has traction and I'm going with it. To that end, I'm wondering if old master competitor could lighten up enough to lose 15-20 pounds and tackle the new 100 miler in Missouri in November. Check it out:

This monster is already coming together in my head. It's point-to-point, an inaugural event (I did the first Vermont 100 in 1989 and like "firsts") and fairly runnable terrain. And I have been thinking about wearing my Nathan 2-liter bladder pack the entire event, to see if hydration is a bigger factor than I think.

So let's see where this takes me. If any of you have advice or what to admonish me, please do it in a silly fashion.


  1. Advice - "Sign up now before it fills!"


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Scott Jurek ate vegan, won ultras...then got divorced

(Disclaimer:  I am a Brooks-supported athlete; as part of that relationship, I was provided a complimentary copy of "Eat & Run")

I was recently on a few flights making my way home to Wisconsin and en route was able to plow through Scott Jurek's new book "Eat & Run: My Unlikely Journey to Ultramarathon Greatness."

It's a fast, enjoyable read. I've been around the ultra scene for a long time and have known some of the greats, i.e. ultra champ Eric Clifton. So it's always interesting to see how the world looks from another icon's point of view.

My thoughts in no particular order:

1) I've been vegetarian/borderline vegan for 12 years and have always been concerned with protein intake.  Jurek advocates for the protein he naturally induces through his plant-based diet.  Maybe that is enough. Maybe it's not necessary to bang down 100+ grams of protein supplement every day. Good info and good advice.

2) I'm buying on big time to Scot…

Nothing to see here, folks

It's been a long time since I've been active on my blog. To be honest, I got tired of putting in the work, creating content, with so little feedback or response. Time to divert to other things...such as my new fiction book, coming out soon. Part horror story, part steamy romance. You'll definitely want a copy.

There's another reason I haven't been posting. My endurance spirit is broken.

Some medical issues, some sadness is loss of speed. I don't have much range left in my pulse rate and I have put on a blob of weight.

I "ran" my 10 mile loop this 2:18. Is that ugly, or what? An overall fatigue follows the run. I remember a few years ago, I'd bang it out in straight 9's for a 1:30 - and at that time had a long section of medium effort trail included, too.

It's the new normal. It's age appropriate. I'll be 59 in two weeks. Let's get real.

Rode my mountain bike Sunday after church. Don't know what I hit but I went…


You have to look closely (click and enlarge photo if needed), but when you do, check out the 5th metacarpal (bone furthest from thumb).

The diagonal break is symbolic of what happens when your mountain bike handlebars snap around 360 degrees, and those bars catch your hand against the bike frame during the rotation.

Well there you have it. I got up after my ride over the bars and knew something was wrong, but didn't want to admit it. Rode about three miles back to the car, then went a week with some ice and heat. Thought it was good, until I smacked the same bone on the bars during a road ride the following weekend.

Time to stop the charades and get to urgent care.

For the past three weeks, I have been in a formed splint that kept the pinkie and ring fingers immobilized in a hooked formation. Don't want those tendons to move across the bone. As the doc stated, it's a "forgiving" break, but nonetheless you don't want to give the bone any excuse to shift; that…