tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61962342009-10-13T19:41:25.208-05:00Random rumblings of a Triathlete with a running problem and the occasional off topic commentary most likely to be SU sports or politics.Joe Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15151885654335148545noreply@blogger.comBlogger729125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196234.post-5198891761515975612009-09-13T13:54:00.002-05:002009-09-13T14:03:08.086-05:00

I have run many races and over time I have done a pretty good job of standing on the start line and having a real good idea of who will be contending for the win. Unfortunately, yesterday was no different. I was standing in the pouring rain looking around and two things became perfectly clear to me. There was not a guy in the field that could beat me. There were 2 or 3 women who looked like

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You may have noticed I do not race often. To me racing is a time to measure myself, my fitness, and where I stand with my competition. I race on the knife edge. Sometimes that leads to breakthrough performances slicing time off the clock. Other times it leads to a puncture wound letting all the air out prematurely.My first hint of things not going my way occurred around 5:30 PM Saturday night

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Stage 1 – Exhaustion: there is nothing like reaching taper time. You have worked and built for months. Your entire being has been worked to the breaking point and usually beyond. You almost look forward to the taper with this sense of longing when it is a ways off. Once you get there your body just wants to collapse. You are not sure if you will even be awake come race day. Stage 2 – Pain:

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Do I blog? Twitter? Facebook?It is touch to decide. I think twitter needs to figure out how to allow people to comment. If they cna do that it could be bigger then facebook.

Joe Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15151885654335148545noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196234.post-79501334389505337052009-06-17T05:32:00.002-05:002009-06-17T05:34:33.980-05:00

This is something that we signed up for. It made the WSJ. It is a fishing co-op. We get 12 weeks of fresh fish most likely caught that day. They get a fair price for the summer.Anyone want to come over Monday nights for fresh fish?

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There is nothing like sitting with the feeling of effort in your legs. It doesn't happen over night. It sneaks up on you.It is all about contradictions. It is a feeling that comes from a series of hard efforts. Your legs adapt, adjust, and ache. It is a feeling that you can do anything you want long, short, slow, fast, up, down it doesn't matter. At the same time just sitting you can feel your

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At some point if you are not careful you reach a point where you can't leave. You are stuck their until the end. I watch and see people leave some early, others well timed. Last night I missed my opportunity. We reached the point where the next person to leave would end the party as everyone would leave together. No one wanted to be that person. Finally, over an hour later I ended it.

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I have watched it again and again and every time I get goose bumps. It is like he is in a different race. The acceleration is unbelievable.

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I had to help. He was standing in front of the T station entrance pushing his little boy back and forth in a stroller. He was asking $1.70 so I can get on the T. He was already hot and sweaty from wherever he had been. I was already on the up escalator when I saw and heard his request. I had about $13 on the charlie card. When I reached the top I walked down the stairs and gave it to him. He

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Today, I was getting gas and noticed an ad for Marlboro's. The cost $7.42 a pack on sale. How can anyone justify the cost of smoking? Not to mention the cost on your health and family. But at $7.50 a pack and most being a pack a day habit. We are talking $2,600 a year. I can buy a lot of stuff for $2,600.

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This morning I was reading the race coverage from the Boston Globe and one of their writers said it best when describing her race (note she ran 3:23).“For some runners, just finishing the Boston Marathon is avictory. I am not one of those runners. I say this with the utmost respect for runners motivated purely by the sense of accomplishment that comes with crossing the Boylston Street finish line

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It is really pretty simple. If you have a dog that you can't control never let it off leach.Fortunately, I have a good dog I can control and she was on a leach. The same could not be said for the woman at the park who's dog repeatedly tried to attack mine while she futilely tried to chase after it. Of course she never apologised for the little mutant either.

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Boston Preview

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I was running in Central Park this morning when I saw a woman running in converse canvas sneakers, designer jeans and a normal running top.Otherwise I had a nice 10 mile run today. Time to taper for Boston.

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Most people I know find Times Square to be a bit over the top, sensory overload so to speak.I find it to be one of the few places in the world that I have been to where my brain is content.

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For a city that doesn't sleep why can't I get a Starbucks or any other coffee before 7 Am on a saturday?

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Today I am waiting for some take out at Cabella's. A mom and her daughter come in and sit down. I notice the little girl texts and mom reads a book while they wait for their food.Maybe they should talk to each other.

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As part of the auto bailout law makers are requiring US auto manufacturers to improve the fuel efficiency of their cars to 35 mpg by 2020.Simultaneously, they are increasing the gas tax in many states to pay for infrastructure repairs. I am sure their long term projections (and I have seen some of them) don't account for fuel efficiency doubling in cars, effectively making cutting in half the

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Nothing going inNothing like playing your worst game of the seasonNothing like they can't missNothing tonight

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Was the motto of urban epic. I thought it fit my weekend.It started innocently enough. I had a mid distance Sat run scheduled and a Sunday long run. On Friday my Tri team sent out a last ditch we need one more person for the Saturday Team Time Trial at the Multisport Expo. Now generally this would not be a big deal however, I am not sure the last time I had been on my tri bike. Still I said

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Is hard to find. It needs to be someone about your pace, who lives reasonably close by and prefers to run at that same time and generally the same distance.I have been a runner all my life and I have never had a running buddy. That doesn't mean that I never run with people, just that no one has been able to meet ALL of the criteria above, until now.Last week, on my club long run I found myself

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I am a times new roman guy. Not an Arial font guy.I think it is that numbers 345 look better in times 345.Maybe it is just me.

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I am a morning person. My idea of sleeping in is 6:30AM. A typical work day starts a few minutes before 5 AM.I get up and walk my dog every morning. It is a 30 minute or so walk no matter the weather. Sometimes it will stretch to 45 minutes. It is our alone time. Many days we don't see another person.I love watching the day begin, the world is so peaceful. The moment just before dawn when

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It is the middle of February and I am feeling old, slow, out of shape,and lazy. This morning I decided to do something about it. If it isTuesday it is supposed to be a speed work day. With an 8AM breakfastmeeting and a 6 PM dinner I had one shot at O'dark AM. It started out like any early morning run 4 mile loop that I have run100's of of times. However, about 1 mile in I started to hallucinate-

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