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Have you ever thought about the strange paradox of how change is inevitable and yet in some areas it seems really hard to change? &amp;nbsp;Change is happening all around us all the time. &amp;nbsp;If you want the philosophy behind Aritstotle's viewpoint you can go check out &lt;a href="http://classics.mit.edu/Aristotle/physics.html"&gt;Physics&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://classics.mit.edu/Aristotle/metaphysics.html"&gt;Metaphysics&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(where in Physics he describes the study of nature as the study of change and all things subject to change). &amp;nbsp;Each day makes us one day older, new experiences come and go, and life keeps happening. &amp;nbsp;We couldn't avoid it even if we try. &amp;nbsp;At the same time, if you're like me (do you really love &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spaceballs"&gt;Spaceballs&lt;/a&gt; too?!?) you have some things about your head/life/big fat gut that you want to change. &amp;nbsp;Often they might be things about yourself, or your behavior, or your circumstances. &amp;nbsp;Now without going into the whole issue of &lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;you change, the difficulty of enacting these changes can be at times, overwhelming. &amp;nbsp;I know what I want to change, sometimes I even try to do something about it, but then I fail, the change doesn't happen, I never make it all the way, or the change fails to stick and I revert back to the old habits. &amp;nbsp;How can things be changing all the time, just not in the ways I want it to? &lt;br /&gt;
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So I'm sensing I'm leaning towards some contentment/acceptance/optimism outlook and I think my tendency would be to "complexify" it. &amp;nbsp;So instead? &amp;nbsp;I am just going to simplify. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to try again. &amp;nbsp;And I'm going to embrace the value of where I am, the trials I have been brought through, and even the value of failing. I feel that I am called to do that. &amp;nbsp;Besides, if it wasn't hard to accomplish the change, it wouldn't be quite so rewarding when the goal is achieved. &amp;nbsp;And I believe I will accomplish it...so I will try again. &amp;nbsp;Prepare to fast forward!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now on to my fun run report. &amp;nbsp;So one other reason that I had been a little behind on posting was that I was travelling last week, spending time in not-so-sunny San Francisco, California. &amp;nbsp;I've started taking the approach when I'm travelling of not reporting locations and times away, mostly because of fun sites like &lt;a href="http://pleaserobme.com/"&gt;PleaseRobMe.com&lt;/a&gt; and the like. &amp;nbsp;I managed to get a couple runs on the hotel treadmill (the sounds being uttered by the cheap plastic thing made me think I was going to make it explode!), and around the neighborhood, but on Saturday it was time for the long run. &amp;nbsp;I looked for a route and found some suggestions on the &lt;a href="http://www.sfrrc.org/"&gt;San Francisco Road Runners site&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and found a neat course that went out along the water to the Golden Gate bridge and back. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was a great course through some neat parts of San Francisco, including Fisherman's Wharf, Fort Mason, past Alcatraz and then winding up right at the base of the bridge. &amp;nbsp;The views of the Bay were really nice, there were a ton of running folks all about, there was actual sun out, and it almost got to the point of having fun running (almost, lets not get too crazy). &amp;nbsp;At the turn around point of the run on a fence below the bridge I noticed this...&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw a bunch of other runners putting their hands on it and of course followed suit. &amp;nbsp;(Amazing one handed cell phone pic to come later! &amp;nbsp;:) I of course had to do some research and find out who Hopper is/was and &lt;a href="http://www.hoppershands.blogspot.com/"&gt;this is what I found&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I also had to get a pic because my five year old's nickname is Hopper, for obvious, literal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;
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So two thumbs up on running in San Francisco, and bonus points for getting away from the hotel and from downtown for a brief moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-5250712278585810284?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm going through one of those dry spells where I start about a dozen different posts per day and actually post none of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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These non-posting periods usually are associated with some general running/posting/being blahs. &amp;nbsp;They are often accompanied by internal statements like, "ennh what's the point?" and "Why bother?" and "Pass me another dozen doughnuts" and "Fuhget about it" (the last one if I was an italian mobster). &amp;nbsp;Its basically summarized by everyone's favorite cheer:&lt;br /&gt;
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So how does one break out of this? &amp;nbsp;How does one decipher the inscrutable logic, and down feelings?&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you keep posting/doing/running/dreaming/achieving/inspiring me to get off my rump too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-8557756583051928203?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm trying to squeeze as much possible information into my blog titles as possible. &amp;nbsp;My next post will have a title that will add listings of things like, how many loads of running clothes laundry have to be done before August 21st, and how many times I will wake up screaming from a nightmare about going up Hope Pass with a piano strapped on my back before the race starts. &amp;nbsp;Its a public service really. &amp;nbsp;That and its a denial of service attack on your news reader software, again another public service...&lt;br /&gt;
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So I added up all the miles left in my training plan and realized I have 1456 miles left. &amp;nbsp;Lets forget thats almost twice the number I wound up with last year, all in the next six months or so. &amp;nbsp;Really, I'm trying to forget about it. &amp;nbsp;I'm also trying to forget about the weekly mileage numbers approaching the number of wins the Tigers had last year (more than 80, shocking isn't it?). &amp;nbsp; I think the days need to be elongated to allow my plodding self to cover that kind of distance. &amp;nbsp;Thirty - forty hours per day should do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for the linkz from Running is Funny. &amp;nbsp;Kudos to any blog that gives &lt;a href="http://www.runningisfunny.com/2010/02/08/doughnuts-and-running-two-great-things-that-go-great-together/"&gt;extended coverage&lt;/a&gt; to races that involve eating doughnuts. &lt;br /&gt;
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Also big link lovez to my sis (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=5186671&amp;amp;id=198636745922&amp;amp;fbid=337119490922"&gt;who also happens to be a ninja&lt;/a&gt;) who had a&lt;a href="http://yourhungerdefinesyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/hallelujah-race-report.html"&gt; nice run&lt;/a&gt; in some very pleasant weather.&lt;br /&gt;
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What did I do today to make it up Hope Pass twice? &amp;nbsp;Uhh I skipped my two mile speed workout. &amp;nbsp;Yeah me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-6662292655198657337?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I should also point out that I made my goal. &amp;nbsp;No, not a time goal, a PR goal, a feel good goal, or a have fun goal. &amp;nbsp;No. &amp;nbsp;Much more important. &amp;nbsp;I made the front page of my local running club website. &amp;nbsp;Though I don't post many pictures of myself (aesthetic reasons mostly :)) I do have a tendency to try and "spice up" any pics, running or otherwise, that I may appear in. &amp;nbsp;The local running club takes pictures and then posts some "interesting" ones on the front page after local races. &amp;nbsp;Well of course this means a challenge, namely, can I come up with a running pose that will "bring home the gold"? &amp;nbsp;Well, I finally succeeded. &amp;nbsp;Really its the &lt;a href="http://www.pprrun.org/"&gt;small victories&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that count, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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In case they for some strange reason (like a sudden cratering of their web traffic) take it down from the site. &amp;nbsp;Here is the pic for your viewing pleasure. &amp;nbsp;This is at mile 8-9ish. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S3mBiG5DV_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/gT7iWxsC2Kk/s1600-h/Winter+Series+Pics+-+Main+Page+10+mile.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S3mBiG5DV_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/gT7iWxsC2Kk/s320/Winter+Series+Pics+-+Main+Page+10+mile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo courtesy Tom Dewane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-5392093001713993066?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Amen brother Twain. Time to work on the confidence...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; I feel like I have commented on this issue before, but apparently it continues to raise its ugly head. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/aoasJP"&gt;oldest sis,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;is signed up to do the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/a7Sb2m"&gt;Fargo marathon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is an awesome thing, and she is going to have an amazing race. However some "friends" (a loose term) of hers made the bold statement that "anyone who doesn't run every step of the race, isn't really running it, and isn't a runner." (Quotes here indicate my second hand interpretive paraphrase.) Well, excuse me for going all obnoxiously medieval on your backsides, but I find that a whole big load of bunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I know the argument regularly flares up and spews out in running circles, about the "slow" runners "polluting" the marathon and such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e.g. The usual mish mash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nyti.ms/c10stg"&gt;Overall review of both sides&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/9KwTEv"&gt;In support of slow pokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/a9sKn2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anti-Slow Marathoners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But to suggest that anyone who doesn't run every step isn't a runner? IMHO these comments are absolutely ignorant. Now I'm not so ignorant to suggest that every elite marathoner uses the Jeff Galloway Walk/Run method (something another person tried to convince me of) but to me if you gotta walk, walk. And I clearly understand the differences between a dooood like me finishing a marathon in 5 hours + and a Boston Qualifier, but for people (who, btw HAVE NEVER RUN A STINKIN' MARATHON) to tear someone down who is trying to do something amazing? If being a runner means I have to be a snob, run under 2:50 marathon times, and/or having all my running clothes be complementary colors, then I clearly am not a runner (red, green, bright yellow, and orange ftw!). My suggestion to these "friends"? Kindly, shut yer yapper. kthxbai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;p.s. Apparently these people aren't runners either, cus they walked a bunch and stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/9ZkBrL"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Derek Redmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;British record holder and World Champion (pulled a hamstring in an Olympic race, still finished)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Paula Radcliffe, Women's Marathon World Record Holder (she had to walk to the side of the road to...take a pit stop...) (if you want that video you can youtube it yourself...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-6016266350324610673?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S2xX837aTpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ixCmFj3lYaw/s1600-h/edmund+hillary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S2xX837aTpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ixCmFj3lYaw/s320/edmund+hillary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've got no problem with overconfidence. &amp;nbsp;Most of the time I wonder if I can make it to the finish of my next two mile run. &amp;nbsp;Thus according to the logic of dear ol' Edmund it is time to get going! &amp;nbsp;The training has been going well. &amp;nbsp;Other than the fact that I skipped a short run yesterday (shocking!). &amp;nbsp;I'm back in the twenty miles plus per week range, and I'm feeling motivated to keep grinding towards the goal. &amp;nbsp;10% weekly mileage increases, one at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;However.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;There are a couple of obstacles (challenges? &amp;nbsp;opportunities? &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/dohW0s"&gt;Happy Fun Balls?&lt;/a&gt; other optimist-flavored fluffy terms?) &amp;nbsp;that are raising their ugly heads. &amp;nbsp;So lets just be blunt shall we? &amp;nbsp;Identify the enemy, &amp;nbsp;analyze its weaknesses, and then attack. &amp;nbsp;And don't forget to pack the moist towelettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 1. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/aXzaGS"&gt;Plantar Fascitis&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My self-described term of endearment for this is P.F. Kang. &amp;nbsp;(As in &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/akJJXW"&gt;Kang the Conqueror&lt;/a&gt;.) &amp;nbsp;This is my own self-diagnosis, but as far as I can read, I meet every symptom. &amp;nbsp;And I'm getting really sick of it. &amp;nbsp;Basically I've been running with pain in both heels/feet for most of the last two years, through the streak, and up to now. &amp;nbsp;The heel pain comes and goes a little bit, but I walk around at work perpetually limping and I have to keep answering questions like, "What in the world is wrong with you!?" &amp;nbsp;and "Why do you have that pained look on your face?" &amp;nbsp;and "Why are you having conversations with the office plants again?" Let me just say it doesn't really sell streak running or running in general when you are constantly dragging a leg behind you. &amp;nbsp;Thus I need to attack it (raging, Hulk style me thinks). &amp;nbsp;I thought &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/bB2oz8"&gt;this site,&lt;/a&gt; of the many I've looked at, seemed to have some good practical advice for self treatment, and defeat of the P.F. Kang mosnter. &amp;nbsp;One of the challenges associated with P.F Kang of course leads to the next item...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2. &amp;nbsp;Lose some weight! &amp;nbsp;Since I started running, I'm down a net of 50#s. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty happy with this, as it was one of my goals for starting to run again, but I am not satisfied. &amp;nbsp;Besides all the, if you lose X pounds you will run Y minutes/mile faster (less time running, yeah!), &amp;nbsp;and the whole ten times your body weight crashing down on your joints when you run, and hey wouldn't it be nice to not have to examine the structural integrity of every chair you plan to sit on? &amp;nbsp;I know that packing a piano on your back, doesn't help one get up and down &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/aoqCmx"&gt;Hope Pass&lt;/a&gt; two times (the highest point (12,200') on the Leadville 100 course). &amp;nbsp;So its time to get back at it, and start moving the needle down again. &amp;nbsp;I think 38 more 16oz tubs of I Can't Believe it's Not Butter would be a good start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Its probably a little obsessive, but I remember a motivational speaker-type story from way back, where the protagonist was asked by his mentor on a regular basis, &amp;nbsp;"What did you do today, to make it possible to achieve your goal?" &amp;nbsp;I like that question. &amp;nbsp;So I'm going to start asking myself that question on a regular basis. &amp;nbsp;That and other questions like "Does all you can eat, really mean all you CAN eat? &amp;nbsp;Or perhaps something else?" &amp;nbsp;or "Why did I have to endure the emotional pain and suffering caused by Jar Jar Binks? &amp;nbsp;Why George? &amp;nbsp;Why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;What did you do today to achieve your goal(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course if I did that, I would miss out on a lot. &amp;nbsp;I would miss out on the joys of a basic little two miler on the treadmill. &amp;nbsp;I would miss out on all the late night strategy discussions with my coach aka teh wifey. &amp;nbsp;I would miss out on long runs in the mountains of Colorado while our family camps. &amp;nbsp;I would miss out on all the races we have planned, and the trips to go run (and you know visit family and have vacation.) &amp;nbsp;I would miss out on that sweet satisfaction of stopping, after a long run; of that "I'm done with my run" feeling that I love so much. &amp;nbsp;I would miss out on that pre-race flurry of craziness and insanity that I know will set in the days, hours, and minutes before the race. &amp;nbsp;(Did I ever tell you about my midnight shopping spree the night before the marathon where I bought three separate rain-proof jackets at three different stores? &amp;nbsp;And later returned all but one...) &amp;nbsp;This is the fun of the journey. &amp;nbsp;The journey to get to the starting line. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to break the tape, but I'm gonna try and enjoy getting there too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-5527428009040930287?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was going into this eight miler as a training run, and a chance to run in a race with teh wifey which doesn't happen to often. &amp;nbsp;Overall I felt pretty good, talked to a nice guy for about ten minutes (while running!), and pushed it hard enough throughout to make a goal time, which in this case was under 90 minutes, (finished in 1:29:28.) &lt;br /&gt;
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Now this, as we know whenever we are talking about my running times, is not fast. &amp;nbsp;In fact for this race it is very slow. &amp;nbsp;In fact it is so slow that of 254 male and female runners I finished 243rd out of 254. &amp;nbsp;(I beat three guys total.) &amp;nbsp;Now how can I rectify the two facts that, 1. I in my own relative perspective met my goal time, and yet 2. finished in the lowest 4% of runners and in the last 11 runners AND the winner finished in half the time I did and and and and...&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's how I do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are, by my own rough scientific approximation, 500,000 people who live in Colorado Springs. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday I ran faster thant 499,757 of them. &amp;nbsp;The four hundred or so who ran the "short" race all would have been&amp;nbsp;disqualified&amp;nbsp;for the eight mile race since they didn't cover the distance. &amp;nbsp;The other people who had nice runs in the Springs (you fast people know who you are) weren't on the right course so you are disqualified. That means on January 23rd, for the greater Colorado Springs area, &amp;nbsp;I finished in the top 99.99514th percentile of all runners for the eight mile winter series race. &amp;nbsp;That might be a little bit of silly warped logic, but it all points to one thought. &amp;nbsp;Celebrate your successes! &amp;nbsp;Even if you're like me (ok we know you're faster than that) and barely finish before they close the finish line, but you have a good run, and make your goal? Celebrate! &amp;nbsp;Too often I find myself discounting things, or rationalizing away any good things that are accomplished because I let "others" define the parameters of my success. &amp;nbsp;Well, not today. &amp;nbsp;Today we celebrate! &amp;nbsp;Quaff a Mountain Dew, let loose a hearty battle cry to the sky, cheer on Fulham FC,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;then run three more miles the next day. &amp;nbsp;:) &lt;br /&gt;
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What successes have you missed out on celebrating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-1893874081619823577?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hey how does running &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/7SSOeS"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; sound? &amp;nbsp;50k shouldn't be too bad, right? &amp;nbsp;Just a nice long training run in the park. &amp;nbsp;And its close to the house. &amp;nbsp;Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sheesh, all these races, and you would think that I actually like running...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-3387882414052555937?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S094G8D7oTI/AAAAAAAAAX0/xmTindHMVbU/s1600-h/starsearch.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S094G8D7oTI/AAAAAAAAAX0/xmTindHMVbU/s200/starsearch.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On another strange note, in a series of strange notes. &amp;nbsp;I am now a TV/running star. &amp;nbsp;Or at least I will be on February 1st when I make my nationwide debut. &amp;nbsp;Yeah settle back, here comes another one of these strange things that Ace talks about, that really aren't that strange when you find out what it actually is, but I blather on about them anyway. &lt;br /&gt;
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So a while back, I gave in to the incessant calls from a TV producer who shoots pieces for a short news magazine piece&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The program (usually about two minutes long) is one where they give advice to parents/family types on how to live a better life/be a better parent/not go insane and give in to the murderous thoughts you have towards your children. &amp;nbsp;Apparently the other topic they are adding is how to become an uber runner type like me. &amp;nbsp;Well sort of. &amp;nbsp;The topic in our little "episode" is something like taking time for yourself. &amp;nbsp;You know so you can retain some of your parental sanity that left the moment your first child was born. &amp;nbsp;So there are lots of shots of teh wifey (who looks amazing! says amazing things! and is generally amazing! &amp;nbsp;(for some reason they included her speaking a whole lot more than me? &amp;nbsp;go figure!?)) and myself (yeah opening shot of me I have a massive wedgie, thanks camera guy!) doing things together and with the kids and then some shots of us doing things alone. &amp;nbsp; AND THERE ARE SHOTS OF ME RUNNING! &lt;br /&gt;
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Yes I am now a professional TV running celebrity. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure millions across the land will be inspired by the wondrous images of me, plodding down the street in front of my house, looking like I'm about to keel over and die from physical exertion. &amp;nbsp;A new nation-wide running obsession is clearly about to begin. &amp;nbsp;There is a shot of me running with teh wifey where it looks like she is smiling and enjoying the whole running thing (true) and I look like I've recently given in to a death wish, hauled myself off the couch for the first time in six months and decided to commit ritual suicide using running shoes (only a little true.) &amp;nbsp;Either that or I look amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not exactly sure if I always look like I'm in severe pain while I run, or the camera guy just managed to catch that magical moment. &amp;nbsp;Either way, on February 1st TV sets across the land will be able to decide for themselves. &amp;nbsp;Either way I expect the royalty checks to come pouring in. &amp;nbsp;Probably about the same time the treadmill gets here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-826899337070847982?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Right. I need an edumahcation. &amp;nbsp;Apparently on my new training plan there are these things called "off days." &amp;nbsp;I have no idea what this means. &amp;nbsp;I ran two miles yesterday on an assortment of treadmills at a store, (that sales guy was getting annoyed!) &amp;nbsp;and then was told that on "off days" you're NOT supposed to run! &amp;nbsp;Whats the deal with that? &amp;nbsp;Not running seems like a very strange part of a "training plan", it will take some getting used to. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure I like it. &amp;nbsp;:) &lt;br /&gt;
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I also pulled the trigger on a treadmill. &amp;nbsp;Have I ever mentioned how much I hate buying things? &amp;nbsp;I think I'm turning into "grumpy old miser/man." &amp;nbsp;/cueDanaCarveyimpersonation &amp;nbsp;My buyer's regret hits even before I walk into the store. &amp;nbsp;I actually don't mind running on treadmills, and we needed one so that teh wifey can run while I am travelling for work. &amp;nbsp;That being said, buying a treadmill seems a lot like buying a mattress or a used car. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully the salesperson didn't start pulling the obnoxious sales pickup lines, or I would have had to kick him to the curb. &amp;nbsp;Literally and forcefully. &amp;nbsp;One frustrating aspect is, you're buying something that is destined to get ground into dust, its only a matter of time until it breaks. &amp;nbsp;You're just hoping that it lasts long enough to justify spending ridiculous amounts of money on it. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Then there is the whole Jekyll/Hyde routine of the salesperson that starts the second you say you will buy something. &amp;nbsp;Up to that point they love you, would do anything for you, are massaging your bunions while you run. &amp;nbsp;Then you say you'll buy something and give them your money and it changes to, "OK Thanks bye now. &amp;nbsp;Buh Bye. &amp;nbsp;See ya. &amp;nbsp;So long." &amp;nbsp;/cueDavidSpade impersonation. &amp;nbsp;Its a little unsettling. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless we now own a treadmill. &amp;nbsp;It isn't at our house yet, but we own it. &amp;nbsp;And I plan to spend a few "off days" breaking it into bits...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-5626781843619825120?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gUcm5_FMYOjKopQ9iv_HepSDPYk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gUcm5_FMYOjKopQ9iv_HepSDPYk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/cixb/~4/ykYCxvHDSVk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/cixb/~3/ykYCxvHDSVk/221-days-to-go-hitting-off-switch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ace)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S0yrrn0Az2I/AAAAAAAAAXs/VuZA5LpMg8U/s72-c/smart-switch_69.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.streakrun.com/2010/01/221-days-to-go-hitting-off-switch.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868357024683229832.post-172662074780655807</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-10T19:33:32.092-07:00</atom:updated><title>222 Days to go - Selling out to the Man</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S0qJxcpyMeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Kufda_m_y3I/s1600-h/Brooks+ID.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S0qJxcpyMeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Kufda_m_y3I/s320/Brooks+ID.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425300183719227874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a while back I did something impetuous.  No not &lt;a href="http://www.streakrun.com/2010/01/day-26-38-leadville-or-bust.html"&gt;sign up for a 100 mile trail ultramarathon&lt;/a&gt;, that is perfectly logical and thought out.  No I signed up to be in the Brooks sponsored runner program.  Now the idea of me, guy who hates running, stinks at running, and oh by the way owns absolutely no Brooks products, becoming a sponsored runner is pretty ri-DONK-ulous.  But on a whim I filled out the web form a few months ago.  I guess I thought, well, I like filling out useless web forms, why not this one?  Anyway, a while back I got a contract in the mail, filled it out, and now I'm in the Brooks ID program.  Weird.  Mostly I just like the laugh I get when I've told people I signed a running contract with Brooks.  &lt;snicker&gt;  Its kind of good for a laugh.  Also good for a laugh is going over to the Brooks ID program website and &lt;a href="http://www.brooksrunning.com/Athletes+%26+Events/Brooks+I.D.+Program/Featured+I.D.+Gallery/"&gt;reading the bios of the other people in the program&lt;/a&gt;.  Seriously.  Someone is gonna get fired.  If ever something slipped through the cracks, and it is a hard to imagine thought indeed of me slipping through anything, it was me getting into the program.  However!  I will be thoroughly enjoying it.  I can't probably do that great a job of promoting Brooks products cause I am absolutely a NON-SELLER, and I've only started using their stuff, but I do like the general idea of&lt;a href="http://www.brooksrunning.com/Athletes+%26+Events/Brooks+I.D.+Program/"&gt; ID = Inspire Daily&lt;/a&gt;.   &lt;a href="http://www.left-right-repeat.com/"&gt;If someone starts a running steak,&lt;/a&gt; HOLY COW AWESOME GO CHECK IT OUT! then that is cool.  (p.s. &lt;a href="http://www.kneepa.in/2010/01/happy-new-year.html"&gt;Don't get a stress fracture ok?&lt;/a&gt; oh dang!) I like stealing, receiving, and regurgitating any inspiration I can get! (BTW a big Atta boy at &lt;a href="http://1000daysofrunning.blogspot.com/2009/12/1460-and-year-of-running.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed:+1000DaysOfRunning+(1000+Days+of+Running)&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Mr. Just finished a year of streaking!&lt;/a&gt; and 1460 miles to boot!) Anyway, there is the punchline to the joke, me being a professional runner.  (Professional = getting some minor item of some vaguely monetary value, yeah I like to stretch :)  &lt;/snicker&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;snicker&gt;It is also a sign of the apocalypse.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.brooksrunning.com/Fun+Stuff/Watch+Videos/Brooks+I.D.+Program+Overview/688"&gt; what is Brooks ID Program video. &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/snicker&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-172662074780655807?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3UjdNgNzUtRxg1rhZS7dhlPu4MY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3UjdNgNzUtRxg1rhZS7dhlPu4MY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/cixb/~4/rBjxuoOvviU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/cixb/~3/rBjxuoOvviU/222-days-to-go-selling-out-to-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ace)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S0qJxcpyMeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Kufda_m_y3I/s72-c/Brooks+ID.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.streakrun.com/2010/01/222-days-to-go-selling-out-to-man.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868357024683229832.post-3507293434550164031</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 03:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-09T21:12:45.750-07:00</atom:updated><title>223 Days to go</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S0lThJ-KVtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/MOmJtNst2UE/s1600-h/a23runner1_t607.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/S0lThJ-KVtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/MOmJtNst2UE/s320/a23runner1_t607.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424959055221905106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the goal has changed, the focus has changed, the practice has changed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm no longer streak running for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a little bit easier to make that decision since I've had the flu for the last week (though I did run a few days with fever), but I think I knew I needed to do that.  I'm satisfied with running every day for two years except for the three week back injury "break".  That's not too bad for me.   I made my original goal of making it an entire year, and though I was lazy and still haven't sent in my application for the US running streak association, I can still get on the "Retired Streak" list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we're looking at a different goal.  And that goal is on August 20th, 2010.  I don't think running every day really helps me toward that goal, so that is the basic reason for the change.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teh wifey aka the crew chief aka the fast runner of the family aka the coach has been working up a training plan.  I think it will basically consist of a "base" phase of about sixteen weeks to build up mileage.  The second phase will be a "strength" phase of about twelve weeks to maintain mileage and build up the overall body strength with some hills and such, and then a three to four week taper.  I'm not going to get up to huge weekly mileage totals, mostly because I don't know that my body can take it.  I'm thinking the max will be 80/week, which is just ridiculous saying out loud.  Thats the general thinking about the training plan right now.  There might be some marathon "training runs" or some longer runs in the hills to get used to doing what I will have to do to make it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, more boring goals/training/running/no more streaking talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Try Running you have haunted my sickness-induced dreams with visions of Billy Ray Cyrus chasing me....thanks a lot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-3507293434550164031?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jgCaUM6488to6nofR3T4Bt4Tc9w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jgCaUM6488to6nofR3T4Bt4Tc9w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/cixb/~4/d0X2i6LWTjo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/cixb/~3/d0X2i6LWTjo/day-26-38-leadville-or-bust.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ace)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.streakrun.com/2010/01/day-26-38-leadville-or-bust.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868357024683229832.post-2859039585895317512</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T08:53:31.993-07:00</atom:updated><title>Day 24-25 Don't Hassle the Hoff</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/Sy-Zs2bmVXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8NbkwMgYq4A/s1600-h/hasselhofftears.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/Sy-Zs2bmVXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8NbkwMgYq4A/s320/hasselhofftears.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417717872554562930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I admit it.  Blind links to music videos of David Hasselhoff probably aren't a very nice thing to do. On Friday, I was feeling a bit pernicious and let some poor judgement get the best of me.  Hopefully your retinas have recovered, and didn't get in the way of any holiday running.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onward to run, run, and run some more!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll go back to the more straight forward approach of  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWRyj5cHIQA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Vince-rolling the slap chop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 - 2.0 in 22:56.  Top of the hill in 8:39&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 - 1.0 in 12:01&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-2859039585895317512?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m-IRlm8w4giMRg5I594pihp_G9o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m-IRlm8w4giMRg5I594pihp_G9o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/cixb/~4/vhkkdfyKPwo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/cixb/~3/vhkkdfyKPwo/day-24-25-dont-hassle-hoff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ace)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/Sy-Zs2bmVXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8NbkwMgYq4A/s72-c/hasselhofftears.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.streakrun.com/2009/12/day-24-25-dont-hassle-hoff.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868357024683229832.post-3320204966256434784</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T12:00:37.423-07:00</atom:updated><title>Day 21-23 Day or night!</title><description>Thanks for all the encouragement from folks on the last post.  I like the advice of trying some "shorter" trail runs that take place in Colorado as preparation for something a bit longer.  I've still been limping along with one mile runs, but there is some, get it going attitude bubbling beneath the surface.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/10/health/nutrition/10best.html?pagewanted=1&amp;amp;_r=2"&gt;an interesting article&lt;/a&gt; on the whole running in the morning vs running at night issue, that has some "science" or at least scientific talking heads commenting on it.  I've actually made it 50/50 so far for morning runs vs night runs.  I will say lately that the stars and meteors during the night runs have been pretty entertaining.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, to help you get in the holiday spirit, you should probably watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJQVlVHsFF8"&gt;this...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 1.0 in 12:02&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 1.0 in 11:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 1.0 in 12:05&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-3320204966256434784?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hSuvUVBakCNHbf-bOkDu408C94U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hSuvUVBakCNHbf-bOkDu408C94U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/cixb/~4/zqm4b_LNUgk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/cixb/~3/zqm4b_LNUgk/day-21-23-day-or-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ace)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.streakrun.com/2009/12/day-21-23-day-or-night.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868357024683229832.post-2585808110704663589</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 07:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-16T00:36:02.878-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ultramarathon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stupidity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hard rock</category><title>Day 16-20 Game on!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/SyiLf4gNzUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/C0SR5jC-I_U/s1600-h/wayne05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW4I2lW-xfY/SyiLf4gNzUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/C0SR5jC-I_U/s320/wayne05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415731931772734786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to write this post.  Its mostly just stupidity.  Everything about it rings failure and abject ridiculousness.  Nonetheless here goes.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_C._Collins"&gt;Jim Collins&lt;/a&gt; devotee though I have read a few of his things.  I do like a term I've heard him use called a BHAG or "Big, Hairy, Audacious, Goal".  So here's mine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to run Hard Rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is ridiculous.  Yes.  I know this.  It is kind of like saying, I'm going to start at center for the Detroit Red Wings, tomorrow.  Or I'm going to teach myself to fly by flapping my arms really fast.  There is no chance of this.  However I'm going to give it a try.  Even if I fail, I think the trying will be good for me.  Failing is OK.  Failing at least means you are trying, right? Besides, I need something to shoot for, and why not shoot for the moon?  (The moon on the fourth planet of Alpha Centauri in this case.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do this?  When I was thinking about starting running again, when I was pondering doing something hard, like doing a running streak, I ran across an article about the &lt;a href="http://www.run100s.com/HR/"&gt;Hard Rock&lt;/a&gt; 100 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hardrock_Hundred_Mile_Endurance_Run"&gt;trail race&lt;/a&gt;.  I was amazed.  I thought this has to be one of the most difficult things I could imagine.  I told myself instantly there was no way I could do this.  And yet there was some part of me that quietly, meekly said "I WANT to do that."  So I say today in a temporal, fleeting way, in a post that I will delete tomorrow, Game On!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will this require?  It will take two to who knows how many years to accomplish.  Here are my current required steps as I see them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Be X-50.  Where X = my current weight, I need it to be down fifty more.  This is not an exaggeration.  Considering I'm -50 since I started this running thing, it might be doable.  It is definitely necessary to be able to run that far and have my body hold out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Run a 50 miler.  My plan was to try and do Rocky Raccoon in Feb. but with the back injury the training plan was thrown out.  I'm going to look for, train, and do a 50 miler, hopefully in the spring of 2010.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Do whole body training.  Its gotta be more than running.  Maybe hit some weights, do some cross training, etc.  Complete commitment to the goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Run trails.  Run hills.  Run mountains.  Run for a long time.  Some of that doesn't sound too bad?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Runa 100 miler.  It has to be one from the qualifying list for Hard Rock.  The audacious goal for this would be late in 2010.  August?  Leadville 100?  Thats crazy.  Just like everything else I've written in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Enter the application for Hard Rock and win the lottery.  Literally.  Its a capped race and you have to get in by the luck of the draw. 2011 would be nice.  Last year, having one ticket in the &lt;a href="http://www.run100s.com/HR/Selection_procedure_2010.html"&gt;lottery&lt;/a&gt; meant you had an 18% chance of getting in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Run the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please have no worries.  Tomorrow when I'm sick of and don't want to run one mile, this will all fade away.  And you can just let it pass from your mind.  Don't let the craziness disturb you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However...I might have to listen to the voices...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868357024683229832-2585808110704663589?l=www.streakrun.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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