Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Before The Rains

The Brookville Country 4.

Warmer weather today.  Only one layer required and no gloves.  Perfect day for a run and was able to finish before the rains came down.

I took my 50 year old carcass through the town of Old Brookville,  Where the Wolf of Wall Street was particularly 'Wolfie', and the Golfers of stature flock to.  Where it takes the rich 10 minutes to jog from their front door, to the road that their postmaster drives to deliver their mail.  Where those who are not satisfied with their 3 million dollar homes, excavate it completely from the ground, to put a 6 million dollar home in its place (no joke, I saw a HUGE hole where a 3 million dollar home was just last month!)

Old Brookville look out for the Machine!  Jangle your jewelry for me!!

Been running slower in the morning until I get used to this morning dilly-o.

Last night I had almost 7 hours, but most importantly was that more than 2 hours was deep sleep, according to Garmin.  This is a good thing, but I need to check out how accurate this is and if the measurement that they use is the right way to measure.

I also lost a 1/2 pound.  Counting calories work.  1+1=3.  Oh wait, I think I fuq'ed that up.

Used 'Rock My Run' this morning for my tunes:

I did a little over 4 miles this morning, and looking forward to a coach kill me in stretching tonight.

And more geeky shit here (which I will need to start analyzing soon):


Monday, November 9, 2015

Two Is Better Than Zero.

It only took 3 attempts this time for me to not only hit the snooze on my iPhone, but actually to get up.   I'm not a morning person, but I need to be in order to get my run in.  Subtract an hour from Daylight Savings, and the Winter months ahead, and what you get in my bedroom is the last letter of my last name.  :-)

Today marks my 4th consecutive day running.  Not bad considering how I was reaching for Advil, and for the remote to watch Fargo on Hulu, after Sunday's Marathon in New York.  By the way, even if you didn't like the movie, watch the show.  It is awesome!  I love black humor!  Great shit here!

I didn't get outside as early as I had wanted, and could have done 4 miles, but I'm committed to stretching and doing core body after each workout, so hence the deuce.  No, I didn't drop a deuce, I meant deuce as in running two miles.  Or wait, did I also drop a deuce as well?  That would be a log of a different kind now, wouldn't it? :-)

It was cold out there today.  I needed to wear two layers above the waist and long running pants below.  Plus gloves and the Dunkin Donuts hat I got from one of my previous NYC Marathons.

I had all kinds of ecclectic music (as usual) pumping through my Blue Bud X2's today to keep me company.  I started with 'Killing In the Name' by Rage (Against the Machine), 'Block Rockin' Beats' by Chemical Brothers, 'Get Up And Boogie' by the Silver Connection, and Stones doing 'Monkey Man' among others.

My watch, the new Forerunner 630 is the bomb.  The only thing I would question is the sleep function.  It seems that I am a light sleeper, probably because I move around in bed.  Usually that's what happens, when you share a queen bed, and feel as if though your life is hanging in the balance of the six whole inches you are left with when your spouse pushes you to the edge.  Hmmm. Maybe that has SOMETHING to do with it.

I ran down Frost Pond Road.  An out and back on this Sunny, but frigid 36 degree morning.  I had forgotten to put on my heart strap, but I'll have plenty more opps to do this, to see how my ticker works when throwing myself out of a warm bed and into a cold Long Island morning in November, where even, when running on the opposite side of the streets, the oncoming vehicles, seem to want to turn you into road pizza.  Yum.

When I got back home, I immediately went to the basement, and did my stretching routine (or something that resembled it).  I am a mess.  Definitely need to get on board with a set schedule of what I need to do after a run.  Stretching, like running in the morning before work, is not somethinig that I am very accustomed to doing.  But if I'm ever to improve in both speed and endurance (to hopefully cure my cramping), then I must become more flexible.  I saw a commercial for a new movie.  It was called "Krampus".  Uh-huh.  Exactly!

The pic below was really from yesterday's East Island 15k.  This was actually from Lattingtown Road, alongside the Glen Cove Golf Course along the right hand side.  But yep, you get the picture.  A lotta leaves on the ground my friend.  A lotta leaves.  At least they weren't wet!  Wet leaves can be challenging especially when you have a shoulder that looks like the below (note: this is the same width as how much space I get on the bed at night.  Think I'm bucking for a larger bed perhaps?)

Sunday, November 8, 2015

East Island 15k

East Island 15k

Off to a bad start.  Gained a pound and slept less than 6 hours.  Will need to go to bed early tonight to recoup some of the lost z's.  Great running weather.  Saw some people playing flag football just beyond the high school.  Need to work on getting the heart rate down as I wasn't even going that fast.  Upper left quad, and lower right hammies were talking quite a bit..  On the good end, this was my 4th consecutive day of running, and  only a week removed from the marathon,  I also did a lot of stretching, but my right leg is in some pain right now and in the upper right hand corner.

The Odd Year.

The odd years always seem to be the off years. In 2011, it was my back injury and the learning of the loss of my estranged mother.  In 2013, it was the time vested in finding, purchasing and become an owner of a house.  This year it was being sucker punched by Arrow Electronics, after 10 years of 50-60 hours of weekly sacrifice.  I didn't become a great voice telecom guy just like that.  I learned a lot from Arrow, and perhaps the greatest lesson that I ever learned, is that loyalty is perhaps not earned by being the best, and that we have no control over what happens to us at a company no matter how good or even how nice we are.

In the end I got a raw deal, but that's life.  10 great years at Arrow.  I never wanted it to end.
And just like a recent breakup, it still smarts.  But life goes on.  Loyalty should be to your loved ones, yourself, and to God almighty.

After being given the ultimatum that cold January 28th day that it was to relocate away from my wife, my children, and my home, I decided that no job was worth that kind of dilemma.  The CEO at Arrow, was to ensure that he turned Long Island employees into Lost Island.  So many friends at Arrow are befalling the same fate.  I wish them strength, love and peace of mind that there are other jobs out there, and that most of all, that their friends and family are there for them.

So, this year was a particularly lousy year running-wise.  And of course, besides the depression back in the Winter, and the realization that I had to find a new job quickly, the choice to even lace up, was a difficult one.   My mind was racing alright.  Racing however, to find a job and save our family.  My heart was not into running, and as such, I fell off the radar.

Nonetheless, I applied for the Chicago Marathon.  However, I was rejected.  In 2014, amidst having ran some of my best times (of course! it was an even year!!), I was downtrodden by my over 4 hour marathon at Lehigh Valley.  So, I signed up to do it again.

Once again, I came out with Karen, our twins and the AuPair (Ellie, this time).

On July 26, I weighed 176 pounds.  I hadn't weighed this much since I was married to my 2nd wife.  A direct result of depression, stress-eating, and the lack of desire/motivation to run.  I did a lot of miles on the treadmill, but not nearly as many miles as I had done the year before.  I had just turned 50, a few weeks before.  "Is this where I finally enter a midlife crisis?", I thought to myself

But I wouldn't have any of it.  Vying for a full-time permanent position at my new employment wouldn't even deter me from running hard to see if I couldn't improve over last year's 4:02 at Lehigh.

267.1 miles.  That's what I did in the month of August. The most ever for the month of August.  The most miles for any month, ever.  And I went in weight as well.  22 pounds at one point, down to 154.

The result rewarded me with a 3 hour 52 minute marathon.  My 4th fastest marathon ever, despite all the neurological issues causing all of the cramping that I had to put up with from Mile 14 onward.

September and October, saw a swoon, or rather a regression of miles, again job-related, family-related, etc.  And still, I managed to shave off 3 minutes from last year's NYC Marathon, my 10th consecutive one (if you discount the year I was set to go, but could not on account of the marathon being cancelled due to Hurricane Sandy).

My wife thinks I am amazing.  I would like to think that I am too.  After all, how many 50 year olds prep and complete 2 marathons in a year in under 4 hours and 14 minutes, after having their life turned upside down?  Actually, I think my wife is the amazing one, for being there for me, and supporting me through it all.  We have moments just like everyone does, don't get me wrong, but she's been there for me and has helped me to see the light.

As for how I can be a better runner.  Well,  Isn't that what we all ask ourselves?  I don't want to wait until New Year's Eve to make my resolution.  I want to start it now.  I want to not only be a better runner, but even a better person too.  While there is no such thing as perfection, and I constantly remind myself of it, I do so, because like an artist, I am never satisfied.  The struggle and the pleasures of running are their own saga.    People call me the Machine, but perhaps they should call me the Phoenix instead.  For when people go to count me out, I always seem to rise up from insurmountable problems and adversity.

Sleep better, eat better foods, become more flexible, strengthen the muscles.  Just a litte snipet of my early resolution for 2016.

I will beat him.

I will eat cleaner.

I will be stronger and more flexible.

I know his weaknesses.

I know his strengths.

I've lost to him before.

But NOT this time!

He is going down!

I have the advantage because I know him well...

He is the old me.

I didn't make up this creed (though I did add a line or two).  I got this from someone else, 

who also got it from someone else as well.   It doesn't matter.  What matters is that,  I love

running, I enjoy the thrill of competition, and can't wait to get back out there again.

Oh, and Let's Go Mets.  Talk about a phoenix rising from the ashes, there's  a team that no 

one, starting with myself, even thought they could finish above .500.   National League 

Champs and a trip (albeit, a losing one) to the World Series.

The Mets and me have our work cut out for ourselves next year.  But, I accept the challenge.

Next comes the time to do some mental & physical homework.

These photos were taken from the 2015 NYC Marathon: