Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Week 3 (and the Hammer)

Saturday, August 18, was a very busy day. Check out the image of "yours truly" shot by Paul Figura at the first Jaguar preseason game and find out what took place before the game.

Training - Week 3

I wasn’t supposed to run 17 miles on Saturday

I’m still trying to decide who I can blame.

Oh wait,… that would be the dumb, freckled guy with the bad haircut!!!

Apparently my large skull (filled with very little grey matter) seemed to think it was a good idea to run additional miles after finishing the quick five mile run with our group.
Tim and Donna Deegan are training for the New York Marathon and they had some additional miles to put in on Saturday. For some reason I thought it was only five miles.
My heart sunk after starting the run and learning we were going six miles out and six miles back.

Damn! — the beach gets hot after 3 hours of sloggin’ down small back roads at a “blistering” 3 mph. Eventually my feet were negotiating with Kurtis “the Shoe Bomber” in hopes of an immediate extraction from the painful pounding.
Unfortunately, the hardest part of the run was yet to come…

Jonathan (Nike Swoosh, speed demon, extraordinaire) was part of our comfortable run picnic and I knew we would not finish quietly. After separating from most of the group at 15 miles I realized the final two miles back to my car with Jonathan would be quick.

The pace was reasonable but my feet were toast. I could not wait to complete the “meat tenderizing”. I thanked Jonathan (forcing a smile) and then hobbled back to my car, opened the driver side door and placed my tired legs and butt into the most comfortable seat I had ever known. It was around 11:00 am and I had run the streets of Atlantic, Neptune, Jacksonville and PonteVedra Beach for the past four hours. Why? Who knows?

Early Saturday afternoon I was back at my office getting ready for the first Jaguar Preseason football game. My legs were cramping, the mind and body were exhausted however I was preparing for an annual ritual I share with my oldest daughter. Jaguar football is something we NEVER miss. This year I have a new weapon in my arsenal.
“Jag Hammer”
I’m crazy.
I understand.
One day I’ll come to terms with it.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Week 2 (Kurtis schedule)


Thinking back on last year I would have managed to steal away 1 hour of my weekend to update my blog. It’s Wednesday evening and I really don’t have the time to post my “running ramblings” but then I worry (in my OCD mind) if this is a sign of growing laziness. Maybe I’m experiencing a slight disconnect from this new group of runners because there are so many of us…

Nope, I think I’m getting lazy.

It’s funny how an older mind outwits a younger body.
Most people my age have bodies that tell their mind… “Are you kidding me!... six miles!... I’m not in shape for that!... lets go back to bed. I’m fortunate enough to have a body that is willing to run but, my mind is distracted and disconnected from the current running and fund raising goals. I’m certain a “Top Ten — Why I’m Distracted” list could be developed however, we know it would be a “Top Ten — Excuses” list.

The four mile run on Saturday, August 10, was slightly chaotic. Runners (200+) are still trying to figure out where they should be slotted with pace groups. The Galloway team is doing a terrific job of managing the herd but, it’s a work in progress. I’m hopeful that we hold our size and possibly expand over time.

After the run we hung together in a sweaty mass and slowly began the process of connecting with each other. There really is something unique about the training concept for 26.2 with Donna. I am confident that I will get my body to outwit my mind so that the 6 months ahead are filled with personal goals exceeded.

Stay with me and please try to be engaged.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Week 1

Punching the Clock

When I get up for an early morning weekend surf session and I know the waves are going to be rough the phrase that comes to mind is "Punching the Clock". Weekends are reserved for "sleeping in". Setting the alarm for an early morning exit from the comfort of warm, soft, familiar cushioning to throw oneself into cold, unpredictable waters seems a bit crazy. “Punching the Clock” means work but, it’s good work. Thirty five years of surfing has taught me that the sacrifice of minimized sleep for several hours of riding challenging waves is worth it.
Pre-dawn, weekend training runs hold similar benefits.

Saturday, August 4, 7:00 am
Several hundred runners “Punched the Clock” this morning with a purpose far greater than self gratification. I am certain mothers and fathers, husbands and wives, young and old singles separated themselves from each and their beds this morning in order to participate in the first (collective) training run on behalf of the Donna Hicken Foundation and Mayo Clinics 26.2 Inaugural Marathon. The effort of so many individuals focused on helping to rid the world of breast cancer (and ALL its disastrous consequences) was impressive. Enthusiasm and encouragement will be the fuel to get us through to the finish.

My training artwork will take on a different look. I plan on shooting a lot of photo reference and then using the images for quick sketches that will be compiled into a meaningful composite of each of our training experiences. The composite drawings will be tightened up and final illustrations will be produced over the course of six months.

I hope you enjoy the energy and effort from this approach.