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"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive." - Howard Thurman

Friday, 6 January 2012

An argument against treadmill pettiness

So I showed up at the Y the day after my 19:19 5k and got on the treadmill. I used to hate treadmills. I started out at an 8 minute per mile pace. This used to be a fast pace for me. I look over my shoulder and who is on the treadmill behind me, but SR's ex-wife? We talked a little. I actually really like her. It's hard not to. She is easy on the eyes, always smells nice, knows how to apply make-up and is just a clean, organized person. Basically everything I'm not. And suddenly I find myself thinking, despite being a woman with all of the best intentions, "has there ever been a more opportune time to flaunt my compact booty?!" (if you are thinking, "get a life, sea legs" then you're just about right). So I, of course, turned up the pace, thinking the whole time "I wonder what she thinks of my ass." Well, just when I thought my ass was probably looking its best, I turned around to see she was gone. 9 miles soon down. Maybe I should stop. In walks thin guy in long-sleeved shirt who looks like he can run. He steps on the treadmill next to me. I vow to myself he will at no point run faster than me. He starts at 8.5 miles per hour. Come on, is that all you've got?? Suddenly I've decided to essentially do a 20 mile tempo on my rest day. And then I can't run one more step. Or close to that. My medial hamstring on my left leg just locked up. Thin guy in long-sleeved shirt wins. And I am injured.

The next night, I went to yoga-lates, where you have the extreme challenge of drinking a latte with your yoga. I found myself in a class with two yoga instructors and the instructor herself. And I am thinking to myself - it says on the door "yoga is non-judgemental". Okay, well, I'm not judging anyone, but no one will out cobra me. That is until I am down in the push-up position and I fall clutching my sternum in pain, having momentarily forgotten about my sternal injury from falling down the basement stairs.

Will I ever grow up?

Probably not. Today I was out running again pain free; the hamstring injury seemed to be simply induced by the treadmill. As long as I stick to my minimalist shoes outdoors, I think I am in the clear. That is a relief since we are heading to Mammoth tomorrow and as there is not much snow, it looks like we'll be doing more trail running than skiing.

But a little on La Crosse, WI

Tonight I was listening to Steve Carlyon, director of La Crosse Parks and Rec say about the proposal to develop some of the Hixon Park Land as real estate:
"I have lived in many places all over the world and there is no place like La Crosse. Young professionals are moving back. They were educated here, saw the bluffs, and they can't forget them. The glaciers have never been here. It is geologically unique..."

I got tears in my eyes. You have to see it to believe it. More info on that bad development idea here:http://www.facebook.com/#!/SaveUpperHixonForest?sk=info

And this is how you will know you are in La Crossse: (I heard all of these recently)

"Hawkey" is a game you play on ice with a puck.
When you hear a joke, you don't laugh, you just say "that is SO FUNNY" and you have to say the last two words louder. Otherwise people might think what they said wasn't funny.
Finally, and this one I actually heard in Milwaukee and is a new verb since we left in 2008: to fellowship (v): ie, "the meeting is a great chance for people to fellowship."

Good times. I promise pics next post from Cali.


Running song of the day

Miss K by Deer Tick (thanks, Steve Q. I do like it despite the Wilco sound)

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

My mom always said that fellowship is the Christian word for gossip.
Signed,

Midwesterner, botn and bred :)

Diana said...

Man, I hate it when attempts to show how awesome one is just end up biting one in the ass. I get a little (or maybe more than a little) competitive, and I'm a much slower runner than you are. Maybe it's a good thing that I'm still dealing with some pregnancy-related running issues. It has made me even slower than before. Now, even the slow people pass me in the park. Such a humbling experience...I totally hate it. Someday I will pass all of them again at something close to warp speed. Bwah ha ha ha ha.

Secondly, La Crosse is gorgeous. Boo the real estate development idea.

@Anonymous--Hilarious comment and so very true.

DDitlev said...

'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder', No disrespect meant but I remember you as both easy on the eyes (even without makeup), smelling nice and you also looked pretty clean! Since she is labled EX-wife it is clear to me that you have already won THAT battle. Other than that I think the booty showing off was a sweet idea :)

Can I ask one question that baffles me .. why are you loosing weight at the moment? I remember an earlier post you made where you were rather confident that that wasn't a path you wanted to go down ..

Jacqueline said...

Oh my god, that is SO FUNNY about the so funny thing. And so, so very true.

I hear you on the competitive treadmilling. I always speed up when I see other runners outside. It's an annoying habit.

My in-laws are in LaCrosse. Maybe next time we are out there, we can go for a run. ;-)

PS: I totally hear you on the weights posts -- we have similar hangups. And I think C's daily diet sounds good -- my son ate nothing but applesauce for like a year straight. I swear to god.

SteveQ said...

You can't stop growing older, but you never have to grow up (though you then have to live with things like your children rolling their eyes at what you do and say). On my run yesterday, I ran a stick across a wrought iron fence to make noise and then stomped in a puddle; everyone around me smiled, though whether it was appreciation of childlike joy or knowing condescension, I can't say.

My musical guilty pleasure lately has been Dessa. I hate her particular type of music, but she's listenable.

PiccolaPineCone said...

Ah... another joyously honest post from SLG in which she tells us about things we ALL do to some extent but would never admit. I love the way you tell it girl!

SteveQ - I think one's children rolling their eyes at what one says and does happens irregardless of whether one ever grows up. Also I refute that puddle stomping and noise making are signs that one has not grown up. They are signs that one is reveling in the world around them - completely independent from one's maturity... so says I.

SLG - no rush for the baby clothes at all. I think you have a ton on your plate already. If they never make it back, that's fine too. Or, if you want a cheaper way of sending them I can give you the address of some of our American friends who are coming after baby is born and you can mail them domestically.

SteveQ said...

How did I forget "Saw You First" by Givers? You're going to love it (though it does fall apart right at the end).

Stefanie Schocke said...

You crack me up!!!

You're heading to Mammoth when all the awesome runners there are heading to Houston!

Helen said...

Welcome back!! I am getting caught up. I don't have 2 kids but still need another 3 hours in the day to get caught up on my own and others blogs... Enjoy Mammoth - even without the snow it will be pretty and some awesome trail running. Funny - we were there in July and there was tons of snow!
Loved reading all your recent posts. The honesty is refreshing.