Skip to main content

You eat it, or it eats you

Been thinking quite a bit about endurance sport, living in Boone, and life.

Regarding Boone, either it's going to eat me or I'll eat it.

Coming here was a massive shift in reality. I thought I was fit while living and training in Florida. Despite the ability to manage heat and humidity, the flat terrain leaves one woefully out of the groove. Boone is up and down all the time and that's a different tune.

I have resolved to take a slow and methodical approach to a comeback. It's hard, it's tedious, and the hills never end. Now that I'm living on campus, I run from my apartment to wooded areas near the windmill. This is it; either I learn to become one with the trails near what is now home, or I go home, literally, to my apartment and stay there. I want to enjoy what I have. It's the endurance sport mecca of the Blue Ridge.

My other observation is that endurance sport is good when life is bad.

Here's my read on it: When life is not going well, running and ultra finishes become one's sole point of validation. You take the finishes at any cost and completely appreciate the reward. But when other elements of one's existence - personal relationships, career and one's place with God - are strong and in place, the endurance sport outcome dims in contrast.

Others may find alternative results. But for master competitor, there is a negative relationship between endurance sport and the other aspects in life. When one increases, the other decreases.

Well that how it goes on this fine Saturday. I may load up the Gary Fisher 29er after church tomorrow and go for a ride at Kerr Scott Dam.


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…