Archive for April, 2009

I know. This shouldn’t qualify as a heat wave, but I don’t have central air. It’s all about the window units in my little corner of the world.

After my run this morning, I started sweating only after entering the house. It’s that kind of hot where eating isn’t fun. You know what I mean? Watching TV is even a little askew when the indoor temp is 85.

Running in the heat is no joke, though. Especially when your body has not had time to acclimate.

Mind yourselves, friends.

Training in the heat can be difficult if not dangerous. It’s imporatnt to stay hydrated. Make sure there are some hydration stations along your routes.
The National Weather Service considers it dangerous to exercise when the heat and humidity meet (or exceed) the below combinations.

  • 86° F 90%
    88° F 80%
    90° F 70%
    92° F 60%
    94° F 55%
    96° F 45%
    98° F 40%
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    ethiopianEthiopia’s Deriba Merga won the Boston Marathon earlier this week by sidelining his trademark enthusiasm early on in the race, and then busting out in the 16th mile. Merga continued at, what most of us consider, warp speed through the Newton hills to break the tape in 2:08:42.

    American Ryan Hall took third in 2:09:40 … slow poke. Daniel Rono of Kenya finished second in 2:09:32.

    Do you feel incredibly slow now?

    Renowned physicists Hans von Baeyer conceived of spacetime as an eternally flowing invisible stream, bending in response to obstacles in its path, carrying everything in the universe along in its meandering currents. Perhaps Merga just hit some whitewater in that stream and left the rest of us behind for a bit … enjoying the scenery.

    Nope, not helping. Still feel slow.

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    That’s not my name

    OK, busted. I saw this is on VH1 … this morning. I’m not very cool. I should also say I was first acquainted with this duo on Yo Gabba Gabba (says under his breath) a show on Noggin. They were doing a The Wedding Present cover though.

    The only dilemma I’m facing is whether I should throw it into a playlist and run or start doing the double dutch. I don’t think anyone wants to see the latter.

    I can’t embed the link. So, follow me and enjoy: The Ting Tings.

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    Earth Day

    earthbluemarblewestterraI happened upon a blog the other day. It dealt with an increasingly familiar concept — eco running.

    Essentially, eco running is a variation of recreational running. The runner just collects the litter he/she finds along his/her route.

    Great message: But is it practical? I’m thinking nope. Meaning, I don’t intend to hit the streets with a Hefty Sinch-Sac.

    However, symbolism is how kids substantiate many ethical gray areas. Being the father of a little human, I’ve become familiar with certain baby buzz-words — thanks to Noggin, a channel for toddlers. I rather he didn’t watch TV, but what are you gonna do? I guess the answer to that question is actually: Don’t let him watch TV.

    Anyway, I was talking about symbolism and toddler buzz words. “Eco” is one of those words. My son is oft asked by the cartoon moose who helms Noggin, “are you an eco ranger?” I guess eco rangers are pretty cool in the post-formula, pre big-boy underwear set.

    All eco running is doing is promoting environmental responsibility by associating it with a simple task, like picking up trash — all the time — even when your running. Symbolism sort of … maybe. OK forget the whole symbolism thing. We’ll call eco-running a perpetual good deed.

    Nothing wrong with that, eco rangers. For more info on eco running check out ecology runner.

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    Let’s talk about race shirts: those cotton-poly-blend souvenirs used to lure us into a pecuniary commitment. It goes way beyond free clothes here. Whether you intend to wear the thing or neatly stack it on that high shelf in your closet (I call these T’s “ghost shirts”), a race shirt is proof you did the deed.

    Some are top notch. Some are destined to line the racks of local thrift stores. Above, I’ve inserted a few from Atlanta’s Peachtree Road Race, a race renowned for its snazzy designs. Not that all of them are winners. I’ve seen several PRR’s that deserve a home right next to the XXXL, fuchsia “Johnson Family Reunion ’03 Dothan, Alabama” number at the Salvation Army.

    Not that I can’t appreciate kitsch. Just give me a few years. Tacky gets better with time — like a fine wine. When I’ve given a race my all, I want a cool looking T-shirt to put in my closet. That’s all I’m saying.

    What’s your favorite race shirt?

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    ibuprofenIf it’s not the muscles and the ligaments, it’s something else; the joints maybe — or the back. In fact, I could tell you three different running maladies I’m dealing with at this very moment; but I won’t … because I’m a gentleman. I’m also hopped up on Ibuprofen, so the pain is hovering just beyond my cognitive horizon.

    It starts after a particularly uncomfortable run. You’re at a party, and your legs are killing you. Some shifty fella in women’s jeans approaches you and says, “I got something that’ll make you feel a whole lot better.” He slides a couple tell-tale orange pills in your palm; and that’s that, you just climbed aboard the Motrin train. But don’t freak out: Everybody’s doin’ it.

    Many, many runners have come to rely on those little orange pills to keep the inflammation beasts at bay. But a recent Runner’s World article has got me second-guessing my dosage. Here’s a particularly alarming portion of that article:

    Runners may think that as long as they don’t go overboard like Ehret, they’ll be safe. But experts say the benefits of popping even one pill before a 10-K don’t outweigh the risks. NSAIDs inhibit prostaglandins, hormones that help normalize blood flow to the kidneys. Mix an NSAID with physical exertion and dehydration, and you can overwhelm your kidneys.

    What kind of name is Ehret, anyway? Just kidding, but I bet Ehret has to say “like Eric with a t” every time someone stumbles over that handle.

    For real, though. Double Yikes about the Ibuprofen!

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    It’s getting to be that time of year; April 20, the big day. Even if you don’t have a qualifying time (which gets faster every year by the way) you’re going to be thinking about it. It’s the Superbowl of road racing, the Wrestlemania of distance running. That’s right, I’m talking about the Boston Marathon.

    The race was first held in 1897, as a tip-of-the-hat to the first modern-day marathon held during the Summer Olympics the year before. It’s the most prestigious race in the country. It’s every runner’s goal, and it’s a bitch to qualify for. Here’s what you have to beat time-wise in a certified marathon course (within 18 months of Boston) to get a number:

    (age – men, women)

    • 18-34 3hrs 10min, 3hrs 40min
    • 35-39 3hrs 15min, 3hrs 45min
    • 40-44 3hrs 20min, 3hrs 50min
    • 45-49 3hrs 30min, 4hrs 00min
    • 50-54 3hrs 35min, 4hrs 05min
    • 55-59 3hrs 45min, 4hrs 15min
    • 60-64 4hrs 00min, 4hrs 30min
    • 65-69 4hrs 15min, 4hrs 45min
    • 70-74 4hrs 30min, 5hrs 00min
    • 75-79 4hrs 45min, 5hrs 15min
    • 80 and older 5hrs 00min,5hrs 30min

    Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: I’d have this thing in the bag if I was an 80-year-old woman.

    This race is the only circumstance I can think of since I was 20 where a fake i.d. sounds like an attractive option. But this one would have to have my real name on it. I could no longer be Nigel Coruthers from Louisiana.

    Let me know if any of you qualified this year or ever, for that matter. I promise I won’t be jealous of you: I’ll be jealous with you.

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