To start the run, I will be wearing my Brooks/Hansons ODP hat, Brooks ID shirt, Brooks Sherpa Shorts, Brooks Launch Shoes, and Injini Socks.






“Medals 4 Mettle”
What do you do with all of your racing hardware? You train for months and sometimes years in all types of conditions to get your body in peak physical condition for your event. You compete hoping to reap the results of all your hard efforts. Finishing, you are rewarded more often than not with a medal.My relaxation during the cruise wasn't found in a fruity conconction
or lounging by the poolside cooking my skin, but rather circling the
"jogging track" with it's unforgiving hardness, while dodging picture
takers and those in search of the cafeteria for some java to jump
start their day for approximately an hour each day.
Pace was not important as it was supposed to be a vacation. And for
all my gripes about having "cabin fever" and days at sea, I could not
complain about views of the open seas or a new island all the while as
I circled the "jogging track"
Mission Objectives:
Arise from hyperbaric chamber @ 4 am and rambled around for pretty close to 6 miles before heading out to Martian Marathon and utilized run/walk strategy to a T. Had my Martian Vaporizer Backpack on (Read: Golite Tailwind Pack, complete with Hammer Gels, Digital Voice Recorder and Jesus Phone) and met up with Skywalker before race start. Stupidly abandoned run/walk strategy for first 6 miles of marathon and ran at near 8 min/mile pace with Skywalker as we chased Martians. They seemed to appear at every mile marker and change color.
Skywalker became stricken with what is believe to be a space induced calf injury and bugged out @ half marathon turnaround. Decided that I need to adhere to walk/run strategy and slowed pace down. Repeat to self: Not a race, training run. Kept mouth shut (very hard to do) from other astronauts out on course stating: “Hang in there. You are looking great.”
Turnaround @ halfway mark to face stiff re-entry headwind as I approached Earth (Finish Line). Knees start to ache a bit just past 26 mile mark and wonder if space boots (Nike Air Pegasus ESC) that are really meant for the craters of Mars (trail) do not have enough pillowiness (cushioning). About mile 30, hit a groove and cruise to landing in 4 hr 7 min.
Have intergalatic positioning system (timing chip) snipped off and look for food. See fellow astronauts who did not handle re-entry and decompression so well as they hobble over to food chamber. Grab some pie (pizza) and cookies, look at odemeter for day: 32.32 miles – 5 hr 15 min. Smile.
One happy Dawg. Mission Accomplished
Well, Dirrty Feather and Little Dirt Dawg the other day miracously
managed to find the stinkiest, wettest, and muddiest area at the farm
over the weekend and engaged in all of the running, jumping and playing
that they could tolerate until too wet and cold to continue. What did I
do? Sat on the hill and watched them have some fun. Even though nearly 5
days later the boots are not dry and smell of some rank odor that I
don't think we will be able to get rid of, and some of the clothes even
after washing several times have stains that will not come out they are
still talking about how much fun they had. They are a constant reminder
to me as an adult that sometimes you have to enjoy the moment you are
in, savor the experience, because the opportunity may not come along
again.<
I was lucky enough today to ramble around Kensington Metropark for my
long run and besides getting the miles in it really was more about
running in a different location to get me excited about the warmer
weather and amped up about my running.
I said I would never run with a walkman or cd player. Maybe it was from my sister listening to her walkman as we ran and her tuning me out or I felt somehow that running was to be an escape from everything. Something to pure, to organic, to be disturbed by the noise coming from earbuds. I thought that if you were outside shouldn’t that be enough of a soundtrack to keep you engaged for hours on end? The more miles I logged, the longer I was out there and I came to the realization that at some point, my tiny little sponge couldn’t generate enough mindless chatter to keep me engaged. Begrudgingly and with some trepidation, a few years ago, I downloaded a new social media called podcasting.
I was hooked. How cool was it to take the equivalent of a running partner out for a run whenever and wherever you wanted? Even better, there was no arguing over distance, pace, or waiting for them to show up. Grant it, it might have been a one way conversation, but the cool thing was if you didn’t want to listen anymore, you could turn them off, fast forward or get a new running partner all together. It was like magic.
And just like pulling rabbits out of a hat, running podcasts have multiplied. I haven’t listened to all of them out there, but the ones in my rotation right now, I feel it is almost like a second job to keep up with them so as to not fall behind. Really, it is not like a second job. My runs are more entertaining and for that you can’t put a price on that. They all bring something unique to the table and even an ole Dawg like me can learn something new.