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The kicker/screamer’s guide to endurance sports

Sunday, April 11th, 2010

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WARNING: Attempts to be a lone kicker/screamer will fail. Your training buddies, spouse, partner, or significant other must be enthusiastically committed to Ironman, ultra-marathon, or Xterra racing, have goals, and follow a strict training plan.

1. Commit to fitness, but refuse to form specific goals or said training plan.

2. Attempt to complete your partner’s workouts, especially as they increase in duration and intensity, but only on days when you feel like it. (Contravening factors may include fatigue, lack of interest, sore legs, hangnails, and clouds.)

3. Develop a robust OCD complex about exercising and a neurotic fear of being left behind.

4. Buy a heart rate monitor. Panic when your number looks too high, and back off.

5. Quit often, but only when you’re at the far side of an eight-mile loop. Un-quit when you get bored of walking.

6. Move to a neighborhood where all “convenient” run routes begin uphill.

7. Lift weights as much as possible. The workout yields the most minutes of sitting and doing nothing per hour of your time.

8. Place a spin bike in the apartment building’s basement. You can exert yourself in cool darkness, entertain yourself by visually cataloging the neighbors’ belongings, and startle anyone who comes downstairs to do laundry (unless they expect to find a sweaty person humming Lady Gaga next to their boxes of stuff). But on the bright side, the basement is a great place to feel sorry for yourself as you suffer through anaerobic threshold workouts.

9. Relentlessly berate yourself for slowness, tiredness, social awkwardness–anything will do–as your partner/spouse/training group tackles another hill interval. Follow. Repeat. Otherwise you’ll be left behind.

10. Reestablish your relationship with swimming. It is the only place where you don’t have to listen to Lady Gaga, commercials, and annoying cell phone ring tones. Listen to your breathing, and rejoice in the fact that you aren’t running, biking, or grunting through Sisyphean weights workouts. Just try not to pick the lane with the snorkler.

11. Sign up for many inexpensive half-marathons. At mile eight of each, remind yourself that you will never, ever, under any circumstance, sign up for a marathon, Ironman triathlon, or other extremely expensive race.

12. Trust your OCD to carry you through this routine, such as it is, for months. Attain a PR by finishing fifteen seconds behind your spouse/partner/training pal at the 2010 Race for the Roses, to complete the half-marathon course in 1 hour, 55 minutes, 41 seconds.

On backing off

Sunday, January 17th, 2010

This Christmas Santa brought a heart rate monitor. Putting the pointy-headed intricacies of heart-rate training aside for a moment, what the numbers showed me was that my normal workout pace is a hair’s breadth away from my normal quitting pace.

Ask E, who trained with me most of last summer. Many of those workouts were shaded with intervals of sullen trudging, or once, my earnest threat to chuck an expensive titanium racing bike by the roadside and hitch-hike home. The solution has been to back off, keep my heart rate in check, and enjoy the scenery.

Fast forward several weeks to today: E, a friend and I finished our first half-marathon of 2010 at a respectable pace. I had fun, and could have kept going. At some point during the race–while running in wind and rain through the Willamette farmland–it struck me that ignoring a certain few of my writing goals would make me a much happier writer.

I have been looking for a better way to end my novel before re-submitting it to an agent, and been driving myself through a breakneck series of revisions since early December. But in order to rewrite the final two chapters, and to write them richly, I need to back off and enjoy the scenery.

Even if running is ultimately incomparable to creative writing, I suspect that this is probably right. As an editor as well as a writer, I know that rushing makes for empty fiction. Now for the test: Give me five writing days, and I’ll report back.

Survived: one mile of water, 32 of hills

Monday, July 13th, 2009

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United in relief after the Hagg Lake olympic triathlon are E, I, and L… and a basset puppy. (The puppy did not complete the triathlon.)

Why tri?

Monday, June 15th, 2009
Because it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a Sunday morning in the bloom of summer, is best begun while submerged in a lake, among two hundred thrashing limbs, on a gadarene for a distant rubber bouy.

E and me, getting into our rubber superwoman suits

E and me, getting into our superwoman suits

Time to finish: 2 hours, 35 minutes, 8 seconds.

Cost to enter: $70

Cost of two Bloody Marys after the race: priceless.

Miscellany: Troutdale’s Blue Lake is actually rather brown.