Turns out I am feeling pretty serious about this venture. I woke up a little early this morning, drove to my office, and jogged around the pond/lake behind my office. I figure it is about one mile per lap and I made it for four laps this morning. It was cooler than normal out and I missed any rain, which made it nice to jog in.
There wasn't anything especially eventful about this morning's run except for a pair of geese and their young gaggle. The two adult geese managed to hiss at me and chase me for a few steps each lap, which drove home the fact even more how much I hate the species I call sky carp. These two geese must know how much I hate the city species. I know the stupid foul isn't going to hurt me, but they annoy the crap out of me and I get sick of side stepping their piles of fertilzer on the path each morning.
I decided as a second gig that I would like to become a goose sniper for any metro city or county that would hire me. Heck, I will do it for free, just make it legal. Day or night, I would like to be the guy that is responsible for ridding our suburban communities of these filthy birds. I would gladly donate the meat to the local food shelf, so if there are any local mayors or county commissioners reading this and feel my services could be of value, feel free to call me on my cell. I will be at home cleaning my Ruger.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Day 1: The start of a love/hate relationship
After remaining sedentary for 9 straight hours, I figured it would be good to get up off my a$$ and get serious about this running thing today. It is no secret what the title of this post means and it was true to form today. The first 15 minutes of the run felt pretty good. Time went by fast to start. I had some good music and I felt like I was covering ground. My legs and lungs felt good and at this point I was digging my decision to go for run.
At 15:01 the honeymoon was over. My stomach started to hurt and I had to put the jake brake on. I lumbered through to 30 minutes with the same feelings in my gut and legs, but magically things started to feel good again. At that point I set the goal for the day at a 45 minute jog and at my pace, should have put me somewhere between 4.5-5 miles. The track today was simply around our neighborhood in Shakopee, nothing too scenic, but it beats staring at my girlish figure in the mirror at the community center.
Here are some random thoughts from today's run.
1) I watched the caged heat at the women's prison play softball and couldn't help but wonder if Mikey "Double-Down" Peters (Jon Favreau's character in Swingers) could mess up getting some action in that joint.
2) One by Metallica may be the greatest Guitar Hero song ever.
3) Most people probably think it is too cold out, but running in this weather is a husky guy's dream.
At 15:01 the honeymoon was over. My stomach started to hurt and I had to put the jake brake on. I lumbered through to 30 minutes with the same feelings in my gut and legs, but magically things started to feel good again. At that point I set the goal for the day at a 45 minute jog and at my pace, should have put me somewhere between 4.5-5 miles. The track today was simply around our neighborhood in Shakopee, nothing too scenic, but it beats staring at my girlish figure in the mirror at the community center.
Here are some random thoughts from today's run.
1) I watched the caged heat at the women's prison play softball and couldn't help but wonder if Mikey "Double-Down" Peters (Jon Favreau's character in Swingers) could mess up getting some action in that joint.
2) One by Metallica may be the greatest Guitar Hero song ever.
3) Most people probably think it is too cold out, but running in this weather is a husky guy's dream.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Idea that sparked this blog
A quick background for this blog. I thought it would be interesting to document my training for the TC Marathon this fall. I am far from your typical distance runner. You simply do not see a a lot of 235lb+ former o-linemen pounding the pavement.
Every sport I played growing up used running as punishment and if you asked me 5 years ago if I would consider running a marathon, let alone run a block, I would have asked you to stop talking crazy. The only running I would consider doing a year ago was to grab another beer or to the can in emergency situations.
My running history up to this point is as follows: Kelly and I ran a couple of 5k's, a 10k, a 10 mile and a half marathon last summer. With intermittent training, we did okay for rookie runners. Every race was gratifying, but each run caused some internal issues. During each run, Kelly and I would swap complaints about running in general and fatigue which caused some tension between us during the runs. When the race was over, all was good and we had something to share in the accomplishment of completion. Last summer was also a humbling experience during our runs. There is nothing quite like have a 7 year old beat you in a 5k by over 5 minutes or having a 75-year old guy pass you around mile 5 in a 10k. If those two things aren't enough to make you want to throw up, how about having a 70+ year old little old lady keep pace with a couple of former college athletes for an entire 10-mile run? If you know me, you would probably guess what was going through my mind as I hear the PA guy at Canterbury congratulate 7-year old Kyle from Bloomington for finishing the run as I knew we were a good half mile back. Upsetting and humbling all in the same feeling.
Who knows, maybe this summer we can beat most of the Buick driving, hearing impaired, gray haired senior crowd along with the occasional second-grader. Time will only tell.
So, Kelly and I will be paying over $200 to run for 4+ hours this coming October. Seems logical.....
Every sport I played growing up used running as punishment and if you asked me 5 years ago if I would consider running a marathon, let alone run a block, I would have asked you to stop talking crazy. The only running I would consider doing a year ago was to grab another beer or to the can in emergency situations.
My running history up to this point is as follows: Kelly and I ran a couple of 5k's, a 10k, a 10 mile and a half marathon last summer. With intermittent training, we did okay for rookie runners. Every race was gratifying, but each run caused some internal issues. During each run, Kelly and I would swap complaints about running in general and fatigue which caused some tension between us during the runs. When the race was over, all was good and we had something to share in the accomplishment of completion. Last summer was also a humbling experience during our runs. There is nothing quite like have a 7 year old beat you in a 5k by over 5 minutes or having a 75-year old guy pass you around mile 5 in a 10k. If those two things aren't enough to make you want to throw up, how about having a 70+ year old little old lady keep pace with a couple of former college athletes for an entire 10-mile run? If you know me, you would probably guess what was going through my mind as I hear the PA guy at Canterbury congratulate 7-year old Kyle from Bloomington for finishing the run as I knew we were a good half mile back. Upsetting and humbling all in the same feeling.
Who knows, maybe this summer we can beat most of the Buick driving, hearing impaired, gray haired senior crowd along with the occasional second-grader. Time will only tell.
So, Kelly and I will be paying over $200 to run for 4+ hours this coming October. Seems logical.....
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