To Dare Mighty Things

“The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization.”

–Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sunday I ran the Tulsa Route 66 Half Marathon.  This particular distance is a huge milestone for me as it is tied for the longest distance I have ever run.  My Junior year of college I took a marathon training class where our final was the Derby Days Half Marathon.  It’s like everything before this was getting me back to “where I was” and everything after this Sunday is new.

Here was my training schedule for the half marathon:

Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat Sun
Week 1 Run 3 Miles Run 4 Miles Run 3 Miles Run 5 Miles
Week 2 Run 3 Miles Run 4 Miles Run 3 Miles Run 6 Miles
Week 3 Run 3 Miles Run 5 Miles Run 3 Miles Run 8 Miles
Week 4 Run 3 Miles Run 5 Miles Run 3 Miles Run 10 Miles
Week 5 Run 4 Miles Run 5 Miles Run 4 Miles Run 11 Miles
Week 6 Run 4 Miles Run 6 Miles Run 4 Miles Run 12 Miles
Week 7 Run 4 Miles Run 5 Miles Run 4 Miles Run 9 Miles
Week 8 Run 4 Miles Run 4 Miles Run 4 Miles Run 8 Miles
Week 9 Run 3 Miles Run 3 Miles Walk 2 Miles Half Marathon

The Tulsa Route 66 Half Marathon was a wonderful event with the exception of the food tent and the beer shortage.  Instead of putting out dozens of church tables with post-run fruits, sweets, and carbs; they funneled all the zombified runners into a food tent that was basically designed to accommodate a  church picnic and NOT 3000 energy starved sweat factories.  The tent had two lines (unmarked of course), one for post-run food and one for pizza & hamburgers.  For those who don’t know pizza after 13.1 miles sounds about as good as eating your own sock.  It took me over 45 minutes to get into the tent and , by that time, I was more than happy to eat my own sock.  Finally, after getting out of the tent, we were informed that there was no beer left for the runners.

If you want my run information you can check out my stats page, look at the overall half marathon finishers stats page, or see a picture of me on the website.

The race felt pretty good.  It was cold at the beginning but by mile three I was warmed up.  The last mile I started cramping because I hadn’t use the bathroom in a couple hours (hydration is good, over-hydration… not so much.)  There were only a few hills and they were at the very end of the race.

My workout distances were well space and I really didn’t suffer from any injuries.  A new pair of shoes helped significantly with my bruised tendon but I am glad I got them a month ago because it took my calves a couple weeks to get used to the new shoes.  I have realized that I need to do some kind of race every couple months because I had a noticeable motivation problem after about 7-8 weeks.  I expect my next “goal‘ to be 21-22 weeks out, so it will be really important to stay motivated.

Heaven v. Hell

Here is my superficial philosophy cross-connect for the week.  I found this on Susan Stepney’s website.  She is a a Professor of Computer Science at the University of York in the UK.

Heaven:

  • The police are British
  • The cooks are French
  • The engineers are German
  • The administrators are Swiss
  • The lovers are Italian

Hell:

  • The police are German
  • The cooks are British
  • The engineers are Italian
  • The administrators are French
  • The lovers are Swiss

Now I am going to explain this entirely wrong (go ahead Roger, take my head off) but the Greeks had an idea that everything that existed, did so for a specific purpose.  And that the highest virtue in nature was to pursue that calling unto its utter perfection.  Doing so was, quite literally, “Good.”  Doing something counter to ones natural purpose was “Bad.”

It is amazing how subtle the difference between good and bad are.