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2018 Gasparilla 15k

Yoga and the Newton Fate 3

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Where to start? Okay, the gym was a shit-show. I’ve had all sorts of leg problems the past year(S), and the Newton doesn’t solve any of them. What does? Yoga. Hot fucking yoga.
So people I run with kept suggesting I try yoga, and it intimidated me. There is the whole hippy-dippy perspective, then there is the thing where people aren’t bent backwards, and there is no way I can do that stuff. But the yoga is nothing like that. You can advance and eventually do that stuff, but you only have to do what you are capable of doing. No pressure.
The last year, I’ve been hobbled by hamstring and calf issues. Anytime I would try to increase the intensity, boom- right back to square one. The stretching I get from yoga, resolved those problems. So I get to increase the intensity of my runs. End up with tight calves from a hard run, do some yoga. Its not just calf stretches that help. The stretches for the lower back, and midsection help tremendously to reduce tightness in my calves, hamstrings, & glutes. I shoulda been doing all along.
Newtons: I had tried them one time before, but the forefoot lug was too uncomfortable for my foot and calves. So why did I buy a pair? Although I love Sauconys, the soles of their shoes are too soft. I run on the outside of my feet, and I was destroying shoes in a couple hundred miles. Figuring that I was doing the yoga, and that the Newton has a firmer sole (still lite & flexible), I took the dive and bought the Fate 3.
So far, good shoe! I had a tiny amount of calf tightness early on, but I’ve managed it with yoga. I wear these badboys everywhere. Walks, runs, out-and-about-the-town, everywhere. Have about 75 miles in them, and they are great. The soles are minimally worn, and I’ve set and reset my fastest times for 5k & 10k distance for the last 365 days time period.

I’m surprised by the fact that I would like the Newton. Honestly, if Saucony would have came out with a good looking Kinvara, I probably would’ve stuck with them, but they didn’t and I found a new fav shoe.

Also, in between the Kinvaras and the Newtons, I had bought a pair of Brooks Guide 9. I managed to scorch the soles of the Brooks in just a few miles. Plus I don’t like the looks of the Brooks. For me, the Brooks are dull. I would look down at my feet and think, “not much of a party going on at the bottom of my legs.” Meh.

So that is it. Keep on Chooglin’!

The Gym 2017

‚ÄčAny notion that men have any sense of decorum is removed upon stepping foot into the male gymnasium locker room.

“No, no I will not take your picture.” These are actual words, I have had to say to a grown-ass man, in a locker room.

Why are all of you naked? Why is your towel over your shoulder? Why is your towel the size of restaurant napkin? Again, why are all of you naked? 

I don’t have specialty work-out underwear that can only be applied at the gym, I knew I was going to a gym so I put my gym crap on at home. I’m not Nostradamus, I planned a trip to the gym, and dressed accordingly. 

I arrived at the gym, I put my phone & bookbag in a locker, dodged all the naked guys that have to walk at me, and went into the gym to work out. I worked out, went to get my crap out of the locker, why are all the same guys standing around naked in the locker room? I never see any of you naked guys working out. You just prance around in the locker room naked. 

The Sauna:

Within the confines of the locker room, is a separate area, with a doorway, and on the other side is 1) the sauna 2) showers 3) toilets 4) swimming pool access. I walk towards the doorway because I want to sweat-out a few weekend beers in the sauna.  A young barefoot man in front of me is going the same way, he reaches for the door handle, and just before he touches it, his hand falls weakly to his side, and he kind of meanders to a slow stop just to the side of the doorway. This fucking guy has just suffered an executable error, 404 door-handle not found. WTF, again I’m not Nostradamus, I know I have to open the door to get to the other side. Get out of my way, barefoot towel guy. As I reach for the door handle, barefoot guy begins to perform a 270 degree turn to get behind me. (I’ve seen this maneuver before, this is one of those “I don’t touch door-handles, so you are going to hold a door for me.”) Realizing that barefoot boy is going for the maneuver, I crack the door just enough for me to go sideways through the door, I then grab the handle on the back side and pull it closed (best part was that he was turning his body sideways so that he could glide through). It’s an acrylic door, I look at him from the other side and say “I’m not your doorman.”

I mention the guy was barefoot, because I thought it curious that a guy not wanting to touch a door with his hand, would walk around barefoot in a men’s locker room. There is a story I could tell at this point, but I can’t because of the level of disgust it creates in not only myself, but the two other people that I told it to. Suffice to say, when I leave the gym, I want to throw my shoes down a sewer, soak my feet in gasoline, light them on fire, then sterilize the remains in alcohol. Men are disgusting, and are a health risk to every living creature on Earth. We should be stopped.

The Sauna continued: The sauna has a door in which it is small room that has heated air, and each time the door is opened, the hot air leaves the room. I go in, I set my stop watch, 15 minutes max. I go in, and sit down. Another barefoot guy (seriously guys wtf?) in tiny little bikini briefs, wearing Beats by Dre headphones follows me in, he walks around, he stretches, he’s bending over, 120 seconds (2 minutes) passes and he walks back out. Whatever. I then look out the sauna door (its acrylic) and watch as the guy walks into the shower area. That’s all that is down that bay. showers, men’s showers. A minute passes, he comes back out. And then he walks down the hallway to the pool area. The pool area is co-ed. He was wearing bikini briefs and Beats by Dre – that was it. Again, whatever. 

Seven minutes pass (how do I know? I was using my stopwatch remember?) here he is again, back in the door of the sauna. This time he walks a circle (the sauna is tiny, all saunas on Earth are tiny), he wasn’t even in the 30 seconds and he is walking back out. The behavior of men in a gymnasium locker room is bizarre at best, and all I can figure that there is some sort of sexual pleasure these guys are getting that is outside the norm of searchable features on the internet. 

In the final scene of Apocalypse Now, Capt Willard reads the note from Col Kurtz to “exterminate them all.” And in the original cut, during the closing credits, the air strike that Willard has called-in levels the Kurtz Compound. That goes through my mind when I go to the gym, I am Captain Willard and I want to call in an airstrike on the men’s locker room. (then throw my shoes into the sewer, and napalm my feet.)



Update Review on Kinvara 7

Hot green color = love it!
Lightweight shoe = love it!
Flexible sole = love it!

Hardened tread pattern that extends across the whole width of the sole?
Hello? Saucony, the tread goes across the whole sole of the shoe right?
No? So people that favor landing on the outside of the shoe, will quickly destroy the white super-soft under-structure?
Why would you do that? Are you trying to save money on the hardened orange pads? Are they made of the metal gold?
So the shoe will melt away after a couple hundred miles. Harumph.


2016 St Pete Run For All Kids

Where to start? It was a multi-length event with a 10k, 5k, and one miler. For the last year+ I’ve been running with a group, and joined the 10k with them.

Many of the races in St Pete take place downtown, with a route that runs past the bay. Not only is it scenic, but the police only end up blocking traffic from one side. In the weeks prior I began to add more runs for longer distance (5 & 6 miles). One week before, I go for a run at the scheduled start time of the race to gauge what the conditions would be like. Oof, 90% humidity and the heat spiked. Doubts began to creep in on whether I even wanted to run this thing.

Monday’s group run went fine, Wednesday was speed training – which led to some dead-legged feelings all of Thursday & Friday.

Spent Friday with more internal voices of doubt. I just didn’t think I was going to be able to turn in a decent effort. Couple that with the fact that I was running it with friends from the group, and now there would be witnesses to my failure. WTF, where is my brain getting this shit?

Saturday, get up early enough, get downtown, finally find event parking and follow the herd to the startline. Yay, there were my friends! Good times. Every couple minutes a voice over the PA would give updates. Soon we entered the start box, enjoyed the Star Spangled Banner, but again another race where the start was awkward. Just an out-of-the blue horn going off. And we’re off.

My friends quickly disappeared, I would catch a glimpse of them, but I could see I was not on pace, which was okay. I didn’t want to DNF, I knew my pace was good for me, so I cruised along. The race was great, the course is scenic and flat. I came across one woman that appeared to be running the course via intervals. It took me by surprise when she zipped passed me, then a minute later she was walking. I continue trundling along and pass her as she’s walking. Zip, there she goes again. This time though when I got passed her, I never saw her again. Another woman woke me from my slumber, when she came up along side me huffing, puffing, and groaning very loud. We were probably, maybe 2-3 kilometers into the race, and she was in bad shape. And trying very very hard to keep my pace. For those new here, I’m in my early 50’s, arthritic knees, former smoker, and had kidney cancer a couple years ago. I was fresh as a daisy compared to this woman. Folks, watching highlights of the Boston Marathon doesn’t turn you into a marathoner. Hope she was all right.

As I got closer to the turnaround, I began to see the gofast folks on the return leg. So I kept an eye out for my friends. As the first one went by I yelled her name, it came out louder than I expected. A minute later another friend was going by, but she wasn’t looking so I yelled her name – loudly. Had to get her attention. When the third one went by, I felt like I really needed to embarrass her, so I yelled out her name extra loud. They can just unfriend me later if it’s an issue (it’s not).

I really don’t remember the return leg. Just a few moments here & there. Ran into one of my friends again on a side leg, she told me she was losing speed, I said I was losing speed as well. That was with 2.5 km left. My mind began to send me warnings. On my training runs, there is a ramp at 2.5 km, and it sucks my wind from me. There was no ramp, but my mind kept telling me to prepare for it. Stupid brain. It was around that area that the 5k people joined the running herd. Many had a very brisk pace, and that kind of messes with the psyche. I begin to wonder, “how many of these people are 10k’ers?” From that 2.5 km point, the course meanders a little, it cuts back again at Dan Wheldon Way, then it goes back into downtown, but quickly turns again. I begin thinking that the finish line should be coming is sight, one more turn and there it was. It was still 300+ meters down the road, so I didn’t speed up a whole lot.

I had one guy in front of me, that wasn’t picking up pace, so I thought I would follow behind, I don’t think he was a 10k entrant, but he looked sluggish. Wake up brain! The finish line is right there! (well a couple hundred meters – striking distance) I hear a lot of yelling going on, it was my friends. All that loud yelling I had for them during the race, they gave back to me at the finish. That yelling got me to pour it on even more. Strong finish.

133rd out of 400. 6th out of 15 in age group.