Gotta Make A Change

Pandora just played ‘Changes’ and it led me to think of all the changes that have occurred during this process.  What a great prompt for a blog!  

People ask if I have lost weight, I have not.  I weigh the exact same as I did when I started.  I have reallocated some weight though and it may appear that I have lost weight.  That double chin I’d been working on for 4 years is slowly disappearing and the beer filled gut is draining, the weight must be reallocated to my butt and thighs.  Good thing I’m a dude!  

The biggest change from this reallocation is the way clothes fit, or don’t fit.  I finally had a reason to put on business pants the other day so I put on my custom suit pants.  (While in China last year I had a custom suit made.  It fit perfectly and comfortably.)  Well, the pants were pretty loose.  Loose to the point that when I tightened my belt so my pants would stay up, it looked like I had pleats in my pants.  For those guys that don’t know what pleats are, they are those nice creases in pants that those nice southern gentlemen wear; JB has them in his shorts!  I can live with this change.

The other big change is my perception of distance, especially when running that distance.  This past weekend I had a bunch of college friends come into town.  The morning after the first night we (Joey is training too) ran 5 miles like it was part of the waking up process.  Only a couple months ago the thought of driving 5 miles after the first night with college friends would make me nauseous.  I’m not sure I want to live with this change.  

I have not changed my opinion of running.  I still do not enjoy going for a run and don’t think it is an efficient way to workout.  I will say that I do enjoy having a purpose/goal of working out, instead of just working out to work out.  

I did skip the long run last weekend but I made up for it because I snowboarded the 18 miles in vertical feet, big days!  Still on pace, I just have to make sure I don’t get competitive.  When Joey was here, I tried to keep up with his little guy pace; I can’t do that for 26.2 miles.

Book your trip to Austin, the Banholzers will be there!

Dan – ‘they have a pool?  I ain’t going in no pool!’

Ann – I’ll let you know next time.  Good thought for a blog, but if I go way off topic then I’m going to write about how similar dating and job searching are.

Why Not an IronMan?

I hope no one thought the hiatus from blogging indicated a hiatus in the running.  Training has continued; the blogging just took a back seat to a few other things.  The past couple weeks have been some of the worst and some of the best...let's update (this could go to a Bill Simmons* length)!

Joy is Gone: (Week 7, long run of 12 miles)  As I have stated, the one constant joy in this running is the ability to eat like a teenager in the peak of puberty.  I'm not alone in that feeling either.  Dugan came into town for a night and proceeded to order one of everything on the menu (he's running too and had just completed an 18 mile race).  Joey, also training for this marathon, sent me the following text: 'Dude, I feel like a freshman girl in college who has just broken up with her high school boyfriend.  I am eating everything in sight'.  Glad I'm not the only one.

Unfortunately, that joy disappeared via a vanishing front tooth.  Most know the story, my teeth got knocked out during college, they shoved them back in and hoped the teeth would survive.  The front tooth did not survive and I needed to get an implant.  An implant is when the dentist takes a drill bit (think hanging a flat screen on the wall) and drills a hole into the bone of the mouth.  The dentist then shoves a dry wall screw into that hole and screws it into place, using the neck muscles for torque.  I was on a smoothie diet for 2 weeks and had to skip the long run.  

IronMan Tattoo: (Week 8 long run of 14 miles)  I can eat again, only bite size portions but at least solid food can be consumed.  Also, I headed to see the family for Christmas which was in Newport Beach with perfect weather.  These were some of the best runs so far even though I ran over a half marathon before shopping with the sisters.  It was on that long run where I thought how great it would be to have an IronMan tattoo.  Everyone would ask about it then be impressed, kind of like joining the ultimate exercising club.  Hell, if I'm doing the training for a marathon then I might as well just keep going and do the IronMan.  It seemed logical at the time. 

I quickly realized the number of unsustainable, influencing factors that tricked me into thinking I could train for an IronMan such as: running on the beach is great, the much needed alone time from family (the whole family knows we need it!), a conveniently timed tri-series in Boulder coming up and the thought of how much food I could consume during that training! 

No More Tattoo: (Week 9, long run 16 miles)  From the best runs to the worst run.  Again, multiple factors probably contributed to the struggle of that 16 miles but after that run my confidence was shot.  There is no way I want to do IronMan!  Returning to elevation and the cold (even though CO has 300 sunny days, it is still cold!) the first run was the long run.  I had crammed most the runs together so I could have the weekend off in the mountains and I was dead tired, not to mention my lungs not ready for elevation.  I got through it, barely, but promptly sent a text to Dugan letting him know the IronMan was off. 

On the bright side, I timed that run perfectly, finishing right when happy hour starts.  I went to a nice steak house that offers entrees for 4-6 dollars (normally in the $35 range), I ordered 3 of them.  The waitress quickly asked if someone would be joining me.  I told her, 'Nope, but don't worry there won't be a drop on any of those plates'.  Sure enough, I ate it all and impressed the entire staff.

This week I'm eclipsing 200 miles of training and still on pace or ahead of the 10 min/miles; also, I am running negative splits which seems a little absurd.  I get another shot at the 16 miles this week and am hoping the image of the IronMan tattoo returns as some motivation to sustain the effort. 

Happy New Year everyone! 

*Bill Simmons is a sportswriter for ESPN and has his own website, grantland.com.  He writes absurdly long articles for people to read while at work.  I contributed briefly to his website.