six parts to our rhyme and reason

quick steps,
sharp breaths,
pumping round a taut chest

run less,
we confess,
brings about our genetic best

still work,
not jerks,
utilizing brain's training perks

work smarter,
not harder,
brings us oh so much farther

we know,
as we go,
what we do is part free flow

still dream,
still think,
still write experiences with amazINK

Sunday's Saunter

Runners run for what they want. They chase after goals, times and finish lines. There is an intrinsic aspect of running that implies the opposite of moving slowly. Not to be convoluted, runners often run at different intensities and speeds, yes. However, even an easy pace for a runner is still faster than their walking pace.

Today, Sunday the seventh, our landlord did not accept the fact that we are moving out. I am already in Boston and was only back this weekend to pack up some suff. Jen moves out on the eleventh and we are paying for a half month instead of the full month. In our eyes, we figured that they could keep the security deposit, gain possesion of the apartment with five days of rent still paid and still get someone in the place before the first of September.

As my landlord called me "a son of a bitch" I casually turned my back and walked away. Paying for days we are not there, not arguing about a months rent in the form of a security deposit and taking the high road makes me feel better about the man I am continuing to be.

git er dun

Breathing is controlled, labored and billows strength behind timely steps placed in repetition. Forty minutes is the total cumulative time of the intervals. Starting with five minutes on one minute off and then after thirty minutes is reached there is a switch to repeats 1000's with one minute rest. Anearobic threshold running is tolerable, almost the whole time, but it certainly begins to add up. A reminder is admonished after twenty minutes is reached that accomplishing the workout is the goal, not the pace. Slowing from 5:20 mile pace to eventually 5:40 pace by about twenty five minutes into the total, and then for the last interval picking it back up and hitting 5:30 pace. Its not a stellar workout, but a forty minute total was done and at this point of the year you cannot ask for much more.

Runner's State of Mind (jay z holla!)

Running real freely
I will just be me
Out on the roads always wave when you see me
And I’ll holla back
with a peace sign
How I do this?
I do just fine
Now im goin on,
Across a field
Kids looking at me like im kinda weird
But I don’t mind the stares
I don’t really cares
Im a spectacle like at the fairs

A runner, you do this for yourself or personal health

Yes a runner, no one can touch you cause you don’t stand still

You're a runner

Now a verse for the haters
You are just takers
You yell at us but you're the wasters
Of your own time
and in your own mind
please remember these next lines
You got a license plate
And I wont hesitate
to do what I need with that number so be friendly mate
but its all good
in the neighborhood
“run forest run” is stupid, understood
Now one last thing
You should know
You're a runner today
if you Go

A runner, you do this for yourself or personal health

Yes a runner, no one can touch you cause you don’t stand still

You're a runner

“So you run?”

A simple often unneeded question because most times I just know. I have a sort of radar, a rundar, which allows me to pick up on other runners. Certain clothing, stickers on a car, a cheap wrist watch, well worn shoes tied tighter than “regular” people are all a dead give away. However, its not that, it is something intangible some sort of look in the eyes, smell or recognition that I am not consciously aware of yet which renders a conscious understanding; this person standing before me is a runner. Today the runner was named Peter, a client of Patriot’s having his stuff delivered out of storage. After he said yes, I sort of eyed him up and down and then pegged his marathon PR within five minutes. I knew he was impressed but my rundar was blipping extra clear today. Throughout the next 90 minutes, while we unpacked the truck, Peter and I bantered back and forth about running and as always there is that wonderful feeling of self recognition in someone that loves something that you too love. Leaving with an eighty dollar tip given to each of the movers, I knew he would of tipped something regardless of our conversation. However, eighty dollars is a large tip to give to one person for less than two hours of work and I couldn’t help but feel that the rundar might have helped.

cadence countdown

Finishing thirty seconds of striding along the paved road adjacent to Patriot Relocation’s 35,000 square foot warehouse the grass invites a glance, as a couch would to a tired man on his feet all day. Grunting men working with packages carefully carried from one place to another is done but the recoil of the extended labor is still present in each man. The fourth day in Boston, my third day in a row running from the place I work, my second day running the same route and my first day that I start to feel is in rhythm.

Pah Pah Pah Puker Face Pah Pah Puker Face

Doubled over, puking... again. This time leftover fish and chips dribbles out mouth, consumed four hours ago, there is nothing in my stomach. Surging from intestines, forced back into stomach, up esophagus and out my mouth there is, always when I puke from running, a profound sense of irony as some more bile with small, but recognizable, chunks lands on the ground. It wasn't a hard run, just an easy 20 minutes with a friend, still I ran until the tipping point. Some say runners are a different breed, and to some extent that is true. However, after talking to today's running friend, an accomplished college athlete, I find out he has not puked since he was 6 years old! I can eat almost any dish, tolerate a lot of pain, have mastered many physical/ mental skills, but the brain, with its give and take relationship to the body, must remember its' place because too often it can wander.