Random crap

TK calls these posts “Ellipses…”

I call them a great way to unwind on Friday afternoon, after the steam whistle has blown. Toot!

The Green Mountain Relay, and my commitment to it, is becoming more of a reality every day. I had to register and input my most recent (terrible) 10K time. Then I had to pick a shirt style (because that is the most important part of all of this — how I look).

Now I’m scrutinizing the various “race leg” sets and, like some clueless roundeye who’s wandered into a Dim Sum palace, I’m pointing helplessly at a few and saying, “Yes, I’d like to run these! I have no concept of exactly how running extreme changes in elevation, for around 18 miles over a 24 hour period — some of those miles in the dead of night — will affect me. But, dammit, I’m choosing with confidence and authority!”

Oh, right. It's the Green MOUNTAIN Relay.

The way it works is, the race is 200 miles long, divided up in to 36 “legs.” They are numbered (surprise!) 1-36. On a 12 person team, each runner will run three legs, evenly distributed. So, for example, runner 1 will run legs 1, 13 and 25. Some legs are harder than others, and a couple of them are fucking brutal. I’ll let some 25-year-old studs claim those.

But I am nevertheless among the masochistic majority, clamboring for the three-leg sets that are on the “hard” side of the spectrum. And I may not get one of the harder sets, since it seems I may be one of the slower team members. I still don’t yet know how I feel about this piece of information.

Also, on a related and disturbing note, the phrase “baby wipes” is beginning to appear frequently among team member communications. What have I gotten myself into?

So far, at least in email, the team is a fun crowd. (I’ve met two of them exactly once, although we’ve been members of the Running Blog Mutual Appreciation Society for quite some time.) Someone shared this photo snapped during last year’s race (this man was not on their team, by the way).

According to co-captain TK, "It was some freak running down the highway we saw while we were all in the van. It was the funniest thing ever and we all mocked him from the confines of our vehicle."

Edited: When I saw this photo, I knew this man reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t think of whom. This morning, it hit me. He looks quite a lot like a running Ron Jeremy. (That Wikipedia entry is worth a read, not the least of which because it reveals the existence of something call the Adult Star Path of Fame, located in Edison, NJ.)

On a totally different topic, I am cleaning up on the 2009 shoe closeouts. I’ve picked up Saucony Fastwitch 3s for $40 and Asics Hyperspeed 3s for $55 (Holabird Sports). Holabird doesn’t like grabby people, so they only let you buy one pair of the Hyperspeeds. I’m going to put Jonathan up to buying another pair (or maybe I can drop the cloak and dagger and just place a separate order). At this point, I’m doing almost all of my training in “racing” shoes (7.5 oz or lighter). I can’t imagine how I used to train in 12 oz. tugboats.

My shorts (or, rather, the elastic) have all decided to expire at once too. My mesh “comfort liners” have taken to flapping about like sails. I’m already showing way to much flesh when I go out as it is. I draw the line at sunkissed butt cheeks. I’ve got four pairs of new shorts on the way from Running Whorehouse.

I managed to destroy the watch face of my 301XT last week. I knocked it off the counter and broke the glass face right up the center. The watch still functions, but I’m sure it’s not waterproof anymore. I’m quite annoyed that Garmin thought it was a good idea to not only make the front of a sports watch out of glass, but actually raise the glass so it’s guaranteed to shatter if it gets hit. Great job!

On the running front, I’ve had nothing but good workouts this week (two of them, rather than just one; playing with fire), despite the freak heat wave, and I was zippy on my 7 mile recovery run this morning. So I don’t know what to think about Sunday’s 15K race. Maybe I’ll do well, despite my doubts.

Joe has posted about the upcoming Masters Mile at the Louck Games in White Plains early next month. I’m skipping it since it’s just a few days after the Long Island Half Marathon. I know my limits. But I mention it here because, like a lot of outdoor track stuff, not many people are aware that it’s there for the running. The more the merrier. I’m screwing up my courage these days to perhaps try a track race at Icahn.

We shall see. But, again, people, it’s out there, and that’s why I mention it. These are open races, no invitation or qualifying time required. Take advantage or this stuff will go away. And then you’ll have a bunch of sad people noisily clacking around in spikes.

9 Responses

  1. First, discovering that the Groucho Marx Bridge is still flooded, I understand why you were where I saw you on Tuesday.

    Second, having met three of your team, I’ll say you have quite different personalities. The alchemy of the relays — I’ve done two — is that you throw six people with varying personalities in a van with a common purpose and somehow it is among the best experiences you’ll ever have.

  2. Rules of relays:
    1) stay hydrated
    2) bring ear plugs and/or mp3 player
    3) resist urge to remove shoelace and strangle the maddeningly perky and talkative team member in your van
    4) use those baby wipes!

    Kinda like Joe said, this smelly and trying ordeal ends up being great fun, in some twisted sort of way.

  3. Perky and talky were in the other van when I did it.

    Get three plastic bags and put what you’re going to wear for those legs in each. You’ll never piece stuff together on the road. Have someone print up 12 labels, each with a list of cellphone numbers and put one on the inside of each bib, so you can call if you have a problem mid-run when another team stops to help (as one will).

    And eat, eat, eat (PB&Js are the best).

  4. You should totally do a track race! But first I hope you have a good run tomorrow.

  5. 5) Bring an extra strong can of deodorant.
    6) Don’t blame your team captain when your quads are killing you for the next week following the relay.

    You should try the track racing. A 3000 maybe, rather than a mile — marathoners can do OK in 3000s. Something at least as different as a road relay, so could be fun!

    • I plan to blame my team captain for everything.

      Yes, I’d probably lean toward the 3000 over the 1500. A miler I am not. I probably shouldn’t be allowed to run in any races under 4 miles, but I’m enjoying the shorter stuff.

      But these races are often comprised of a “mixed” field. Running with other bespiked women on a track is scary enough. Running with men who are much bigger than I am ratchets up the fear factor by quite a bit.

      Although I’m sure they’ll all be way ahead of me by five seconds into the race anyway. I should have the track all to myself, barring the moments when I’m getting lapped. Hell, maybe I’ll enter just so I can get my intervals done on a reasonably clear track. :)

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