back to bicycling

Dinner tonight cost me a grand total of $1.39. The liver was .99 and I guesstimate the cost of rice at .40. I am ecstatic. I wish I could eat this cheaply always.

I've pedaled to work the last two days. 9.5 miles there, 9.5 back. My legs definitely got a cross-training workout or two, as well as my lungs getting some deep breathing too. It isn't running, but it's better than nothing.

And nothing is what's happening elsewise. Having been out of town for five weeks, things got a little behind at work. I really expected more progress to have been made in my absence, but only a little bit got done on the most important client's stuff. So... I've been pedaling like hell ever since I got back, figuratively. Ten hour days and the like. Tack on the time it takes to commute, cook, eat, and do therapy and there's only six hours for sleep and nothing left for running.

It's a puzzle.

Hopefully, the latest round of proposal sketches will meet with some approval and things can go forth and I can come to work an hour later or leave an hour early all next week - this would let me get my runs in. In the meantime, the bicycle commute - an hour each way - seems like a great way to keep the legs working, keep the lungs working, etc. Still, I had to ice above my knees when I got home today. Too much, too soon? Probably. :)

I had a good long run last weekend and will shoot for a seven-mile run this weekend, though I will be travelling again and have NO idea when I'll get this done.

Now, if y'all are interested in the pics from my trip to Alaska, they are here.

Six miles in Sag Harbor! Or was it?

I had an invitation to go out to the Hamptons Saturday for a party, so I got on the bus and went. It was great hanging out there and I brought running clothes, too. I brought my watch with the shoepod so I could gauge distance. According to my watch, I did six miles, running from my hosts house on Sag Harbor into the town itself and back.



Unfortunately, gmaps pedometer is telling me it was over a mile less than that. I'm really not sure which is right. I ran for an hour and twelve minutes, for an 12 minute pace, which with the amount of walking and coughing I did, sounds about right. 4.8 miles would mean it was a 15-minute-per-mile pace, even.... But I've done that pace before and it was ALL walking (that gotdam Manhattan Half from 2006, remember?). And though my watch has been off before, it's never been off by 20%, only 5 or 6 percent, max. So...this is the first time I'm trusting my watch over gmaps, which disturbs me a little bit.

Muscles were sore today, particularly my calves. The bus ride home, they were threatening to cramp up the whole time and I have been stretching them as I could today. Hopefully I get in 3.4 tomorrow morning before work.

Oh, and though I didn't have a camera with me, it was a beautiful place to run, believe me. I'd do it again in a moment.

so what's your excuse today, slacker? A tornado? Yeah, right.

Last night, coming home from work (which is already in the 11-hour days range due to seasonal deadlines), I thought I might cover my bike. A tingle in the back of my mind, though, said don't do it, man. Don't cover that bike up. Just for tonight. Odd, but I listened to it.

That turned out to be a stroke of good fortune in a morning otherwise filled with shit. I did manage to lever my ass out of bed at 5 a.m. and after my morning pre-run routine, opened my front door at 5:30 a.m.

And was greeted by a bright flash of lightning and a peal of thunder.

Stepping out onto my stoop, I was nearly blown off by a mighty gust of wind. A few seconds later, fat raindrops began coming down, quickly increasing in intensity. My bike was rocking back and forth on its kickstand. Had the cover been on, it would have acted like a sail and my bike would have gone right on over.

This was the start of what will no doubt be remembered as the Storm Of Ought-Seven. You may have heard a little on your own news that New York got a little wet between the hours of 5:30 and 7 a.m. You might also have heard that exceedingly high winds mistook the finer neighborhoods of Brooklyn (i.e. Bay Ridge and Sunset Park - MY neighborhood!) for a trailer park and channeled themselves into something the National Weather Service is declaring "the strongest tornado ever to hit New York".

It managed to rip off some roofs, turn cars around, uproot cords and cords of previously-growing firewood (read: trees), and dump a hell of a lot of water on all of New York in a very, very short time. The result: chaos.

Fortunately, I was smart enough to be convinced not to go running in this storm. It was already hot and humid, even at 5:30 a.m. - 77 degrees and 88% humidity - and the storm rolling in just seemed like a bad omen. So I went back to bed and skipped this opportunity to continue training for the NY Marathon. I am thinking that this training thing is not going well. Everything is getting in the way, EXCEPT my health. My motivation is lacking, I will admit...

When I finally got out of bed for the second time and got going, it took some time just to find a subway entrance that wasn't closed. The bike was not an option - I could barely breathe just walking, much less trying to exercise my way to work. I hooked up my upstairs tenant and we went to a different subway entrance together. This local station would extend my commute on the best of days, but today, my commute turned into a two-hour odyssey, including sitting for a half-hour at Delancey while they fixed our broken-down train. Sitting there with the doors closed. In a crowded, hot subway car. Standing, actually.

And the lines are still fucked up. Commute home took 80 minutes. The MTA sucks. I will attempt the bike tomorrow, because I can't afford a 90-minute commute if I can do it in 50 minutes by bike - I have work to get done!

I hope to post more positive things Friday, including a positive report of a good solid run.

we now return you to your regularly scheduled program

Woof. Talk about the dog days of August... 5:45 a.m. this morning, 75 degrees, 78% humidity. I finally put in my air conditioner last night just to take some humidity out of the air in my apartment and walking out this morning was like walking into a hot, sweaty, fat person. And then trying to BREATHE them.

My body, too, was not happy with running, after so many days and miles on the road - I got off the bike yesterday for that last time, having arrived home at 11:30 a.m. after doing almost 300 miles in the morning... I was stiff, sore, tired, exhausted, and just generally run down. I had a lot to do in starting to unpack, get some groceries, sort the junk mail out (I've STILL got a 13 inch high pile of mail to work through!), etc etc etc.

So it may not surprise you to hear that my plans for a 3.4 mile run this morning rapidly turned into 2 miles of coughing and walking. I'll try again tomorrow.

My thoughts on the run turned to the upcoming Marathon. In a normal training cycle, I'd be in shape enough to run a half-marathon, like last year at this point. I'm nowhere near that right now and have less than three months to train. I have decided that IF training goes well - smooth and steady - and IF I can get in at least one 18 mile long run, then I'll do the marathon, even if I have to walk parts of it. But I can also see me turning to some other runner who put in less than three months of training and asking them, "are you stupid?" So if training goes badly or gets interrupted too long (think gallbladder surgery), then I won't risk injury by pushing an untrained unready body for 26.2 miles. Yes, it would be the third marathon I've ducked out of; but can I tell you how badly fucking scheduled NY Marathon really is? If were a January marathon, I'd be much happier.

Still, Team Boomer compels me...

Vermont Run

Middlebury. Ottawa was great, but Vermont is GREAT. Really very pretty up here.

I met Scott this morning for a run at 6:30. This morning's run was short - about two and a half miles - but took Scott and I over much of the streets of Middlebury, including a few good hills. Not too much coughing and walking - minimal even. Felt pretty good right from the outset, and running the hills was a good workout. Scott continued on at 7 a.m., while I went back to the hotel to start therapy, as we wanted to be on the road by nine and therapy, shower, breakfast, and packing the bike takes right at two hours. The houses and buildings are pretty nice, here. It's not Greenwich, CT, or anything, but they tend to renovate older buildings well and build new ones with an eye toward blending in, instead of sticking out and being an eyesore. Of course, I've really only seen the town center, so it's probably the best part of town anyway. Scott and I are planning on getting out earlier tomorrow morning or Friday morning so we can get a full five miles in.