It Takes a Lot to Laugh...
It takes a train to cry. Bob Dylan. Love that song and the title came to mind in describing my running this morning. More on that in a minute.
In the meantime, it was all Tinicum, all the time. Did the full figure 8 this morning plus an extra little out and back at the top of the figure eight that took me to the Lindbergh Ave entrance and added enough so that the course exceeded ten miles. This makes alot more sense than the route I ran yesterday, which puts me on some major roads and only adds half a mile to that total.
Tinicum is also just about all dirt paths, which I liked to think was easier on the joints until I read a piece in a newsletter from The Running Place that was lying around. The RP is a running store in Newtown Square that sends out a newsletter that is obviously outsourced and mostly drivel. But put something on the kitchen table and, if its there long enough, chances are I'll pick it up. In yet one more article on shoe technology, there was a quote that interested me: "more cushioning [in shoes] is almost never the answer to most running injuries... [the] body is very capable of absorbing impact very efficiently if it has proper alignment." My thought is that if this is the case for shoes, then shouldn't it also be the same for running surfaces? Is concrete then really that bad?
Got a pr for turtle sightings this morning. Seven. All in the Carwash section. 5 laying eggs and two running on the path. I was able to overtake the latter two, but not by much. I also figured out that if there is loose sand around the path that is where to look for turtles, and became aware of all of the pits around that indicate that turtles have been there to spawn.
I was also pleased with myself as I charged, with arms waving and a loud battle cry, into the usual gaggle of Canada Geese that bully me around at the same spot on this run. This time they looked at me like I was a little nuts and took off flying.
Now for the train part. I've written in the last few posts how I have been starting slowly and speeding up by the end of the run. I visualize myself as a freight train now. Slow to start up but, once I get going, hard to stop.
To illustrate, check out these times. I split todays run into four sections, 1 & 4 are pretty close to 3 miles each and roughly mirror each other, while 2 & 3 are pretty close to 2 miles each and roughly mirror each other. The four splits were 30:48; 15:53; 15:14 & 21:13. To put the contrast even more starkly, miles 1 & 10 cover the same ground in different directions - I ran mile 1 in 10:10 and mile 10 in 6:47. Both speeds were what felt "right" at the time.
10 miles in 83:10.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby,
I don't wanna be your boss.
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost.
In the meantime, it was all Tinicum, all the time. Did the full figure 8 this morning plus an extra little out and back at the top of the figure eight that took me to the Lindbergh Ave entrance and added enough so that the course exceeded ten miles. This makes alot more sense than the route I ran yesterday, which puts me on some major roads and only adds half a mile to that total.
Tinicum is also just about all dirt paths, which I liked to think was easier on the joints until I read a piece in a newsletter from The Running Place that was lying around. The RP is a running store in Newtown Square that sends out a newsletter that is obviously outsourced and mostly drivel. But put something on the kitchen table and, if its there long enough, chances are I'll pick it up. In yet one more article on shoe technology, there was a quote that interested me: "more cushioning [in shoes] is almost never the answer to most running injuries... [the] body is very capable of absorbing impact very efficiently if it has proper alignment." My thought is that if this is the case for shoes, then shouldn't it also be the same for running surfaces? Is concrete then really that bad?
Got a pr for turtle sightings this morning. Seven. All in the Carwash section. 5 laying eggs and two running on the path. I was able to overtake the latter two, but not by much. I also figured out that if there is loose sand around the path that is where to look for turtles, and became aware of all of the pits around that indicate that turtles have been there to spawn.
I was also pleased with myself as I charged, with arms waving and a loud battle cry, into the usual gaggle of Canada Geese that bully me around at the same spot on this run. This time they looked at me like I was a little nuts and took off flying.
Now for the train part. I've written in the last few posts how I have been starting slowly and speeding up by the end of the run. I visualize myself as a freight train now. Slow to start up but, once I get going, hard to stop.
To illustrate, check out these times. I split todays run into four sections, 1 & 4 are pretty close to 3 miles each and roughly mirror each other, while 2 & 3 are pretty close to 2 miles each and roughly mirror each other. The four splits were 30:48; 15:53; 15:14 & 21:13. To put the contrast even more starkly, miles 1 & 10 cover the same ground in different directions - I ran mile 1 in 10:10 and mile 10 in 6:47. Both speeds were what felt "right" at the time.
10 miles in 83:10.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby,
I don't wanna be your boss.
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost.
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