Sunday, July 22, 2007

Baby, we were born to run.

So I ran that little half marathon race down in Bryce Canyon this weekend. Remember? Short story shorter: I survived. I received a barrage of well wishes and queries both before and after (when you care enough to send the very best, do it via text message), so I thought I’d drop some info here, for the incredibly curious.

The race went as well as I expected it might. Chris and I found a little place to carbo load Friday night (which, I might add, produced a painful string of garlic burps on race day), caught 40 winks or so at a teeny hotel and, boom, we were awake by 4 A.M. to make it to the shuttle on time. I can’t say either of us was entirely pleased to be up that early in the morn but, considering we had 3 months of training under our elastic waistbands, we felt ready to take on the road. The following photo proves it.

Some observations? Okay. I’ll do your work for you. Yes, we wearing the same brand of shorts (though he opted for the mediums as he likes to show off more of his legs than myself). Yes, it is entirely apparent I’ve lost my eyelids in a terrible, terrible accident … though I’m happy to report I found them shortly after this photo was shot. I’m tan, he’s not. I’m wired, Chris is tired. And, this just in … not only does it appear he’s grabbing my butt, I’m both happy and surprised by it. He wasn’t doing any goosing behind my back, but he did make the remark later: “We’re the gayest non-gay couple of guys ever.” Maybe. But I did use a pretty girl or two as incentive to keep running every once in a while, so I’m still in the clear. Just saying.

Details: It was pleasantly overcast the duration of the race. There were about 700 of us crazy enough to run downhill for 13.1 miles. I lost Chris in Mile 3, when I went for the Gatorade. When it comes to hills, he’s all for lumbering … he’s earned the nickname Lumberjack. I, on the other hand, kept my pace slow and steady, stopping dutifully at each rest station, just long enough to down a Dixie cup of water. It was neither incredibly easy nor incredibly hard. It was pretty much about what I expected. It took me just over 2 hours to cross the finish line, an average of just under 10 minutes a mile. I was happy with that, even though an old saggy man passed me up with a “83 years and still running” sign on his back. Chris, on the other hand, managed to finish in about 100 minutes, which means he was putting a mile to bed every 8 minutes or so. Totally smoked me. Then again, I wasn’t after a great time. I was after not dying, mostly.

I think I’ll keep up with the running thing, but Chris is out. He’s talking triathlons. I’m all for this Runner’s Metabolism phenomenon, which allows me to stuff my face on a regular basis, without caring so much about putting on weight. Still, it’s gonna be a while before I put running shoes on again. A week … maybe more. See, I have a bit of a problem. I am now the owner of old man legs. They’re all bunched up in tightness. I stoop over and wince a lot as I hobble along, trying to act normal and wishing I had a cane handy. I mean, stairs are a near impossibility. And, yes, this is after I did plenty of stretching, too.

All afternoon long, I haven’t stopped daydreaming of a magical massage therapist. She has wings on the back of her nurse’s outfit and she’s paying me a visit, oh, about five minutes after I’m done writing this. She’s freely offering to massage my calves, which she does, no questions asked. Five minutes later, I’m drooling. Thirty seconds after that, I’m pretty much in love.

11 comments:

aisy said...

hallelujah and congrats...

my first half will be this august. i think i might regret it. intense training doesn't start till this dang triathlon is outta the way next weekend.

good job on beating me to the punch!

thefish said...

You got two very hard out loud laughs on that one D! Started out with the pic, as I am sure you guessed, and then ended up with images of you hobbling the stairs! Nice! All of that stiffness and hobbling is earned and is to be expected after 13.1 miles you don't do on a regular basis. Count your blessings, or at least your toe nails.

Disneyland Half number 2 for me this Sept, and the SF Nike Women's Half in OCt are my races for the year. I don't expect 10 min miles, but I do expect stiffness and hobbling a bit after, but each race it is considerably less. Look forward to that next time.

thefish said...

p.s. nice medal.

plainoldsarah said...

yep - you two totally look gay. makes me smile. i think your goal of not dying is perfect - i endorse it 100%. i also have to say your new page header is perfect. maybe because i'm front and center. well, except for camera man, anyway.

f*bomb. said...

If you meet that angel, please send her over here when you're done. I tried wakeboarding, but mostly I think it's just a lot of whiplash in fresh waters. My entire body regrets looking so danged good in a swimsuit.

Anne said...

Congrats on the awesome race finish. You know...you're at the perfect mileage to train for a fall marathon. Just a thought. :) I can totally relate to the hobbling. I fear that it has become a permanent trait of mine. Aargh!!

bechtold clan said...

Been running all my life and the most I have run is 8 miles...I guess I should up it eh? I was actually training with my friend for his marathon, and after a few 8 mile runs my knees started to hurt...havent been able to run that distance since last summer! Theres nothing like wanting to run when you cant anymore....anyway Congrats!

Cindy said...

I've never had the desire to run a marathon but I respect those who do. Congratulations! I pray that the magical massage therapist will visit you always!

Dainon said...

I wish she'd visit me just once. I think once is all I really need. Keep praying, hmm?

k8 said...

GOOD JOB!!!

So, Wasatch Back next year?

Dainon said...

We'll see how long these legs hold out. If'n they do, then sure ... feed me more challenges. Why not, right?