Monday, October 18, 2010

GOOOOOOOOAAALL!!!


This past week has been incredible. Very rarely in my life have I started something and completed it. I may not have followed through 100% as far as completing tasks to make my goal easier to achieve, but don't worry... my body paid for that guy intensely, this week. Sore much... YEAH! WOW! HOLY COW! GOLLY! BAM! POW! SMACK! BOOM!


I attempted a couple of runs last week. Both ended with me nearly collapsing. I definitely have shin splints, which I thought I had experienced before while playing soccer and running track in high school. Well, I was wrong. Actual shin splints are painful as hell. I was able to run through them a bit; but the second I started to slow down, I was certain that I was going to drop down to the ground in pain.

Needless to say, I didn't get much running done. I did try though. So, I don't suck.

That pain in my abdominal muscles came back again. This time, it's on the left side. Luckily, it didn't affect me too much this past weekend. I went on a camping trip with Claire and some friends. Camping is one of my favorite things to do. We got a really awesome hike in there, too. We caught the perfect weekend to see all the leaves changing colors on the trees. We hiked to the top of a waterfall and just enjoyed the incredible view, letting it really sink in.


So... back to the pain. The doctor does not know what's causing this pain. All the tests that he ran came back negative. I need to go back for another appointment later this week. The doctor seems to think the pain might be caused by kidney stones... I sincerely hope not. I hear those things are a female dog (bitch) to pass.

(The best part about this picture is that my grandfather's name was Harold Johnson - coincidence... not a chance.) Unless it gets gross, I will keep you updated on the status of this little pickle I'm in. In the mean time, cranberry juice and hot baths will be significant parts of my everyday life.

Being that, besides the physical ailments, I was feeling so SUPERRRR this week,

I decided it would be a good idea to set some more goals for myself. Here we go:

- Get down to 175lbs (Currently, I think that I am over 200. I know... I carry it well, and that's part of the problem. Haha!)
- Only eat out for lunch and dinner 1-2 times per week each - maximum! (It will save my belly as well as my wallet.)
- Break 25 minutes in a 5K (PR is currently >28 mins.)
- Break 1 hr in a 10K (PR is currently >1 hr 5 mins.)
- Run a half-marathon in spring 2011.
- Compete in a triathlon in fall 2011. (ToughMan.)
- Run a marathon.
- IronMan.

We shall see how this goes. All of these are in writing now... so, they can't be denied. It's business time!

Sunday, October 10, 2010

THIIIIS IS HOWW WE DOO IIIT!


10K... Check! Yeah, baby! All done! I completed (without a taxi, which WAS Plan B) the Westchester Medical Center Quarter Marathon. It was an absolutely incredible experience. Where do I begin? Hmmm...

Well, Claire and I got to bed relatively early last night - pretty much after I made my previous post. Then we woke up at about 7AM. I hopped in the shower to wake myself up/ get "warmed-up" for the race. Claire was smarter than I and had a bowl of cereal, while I woofed down a handful of almonds. As I was getting dressed, I said to Claire, "Should I wear the shirt that they gave us in the registration bag?" To which she responded, "Of course! Everyone will be wearing it, but I'm going to wear my long-sleeve running shirt because it's so cold." Having received the answer I was hoping for, I suited up with the really cool running shirt the race coordinators provided us. We swung by Claire's house, picked up her running shoes, got some tea from the deli, hopped on the train, and we were on our way.

We arrived at the race location only to see that Claire's prediction about everyone else wearing the shirts was horribly wrong. I looked around, searching high and low through the crowd... I was the only herb wearing the race shirt.

...yeah. Then my wise (ass) girlfriend decided to throw this loving comment out there just to make me feel like even more of a tool: "Wow! You're like that kid who goes to a concert wearing the shirt of the band that's playing." Real nice.

Luckily, once the half-marathoners started, I was able to see a few other fellow herbs wearing the race shirt. I looked at one guy wearing it; and I squinted my eyes and nodded JUST to let him know - You are not alone, friend. After that, we got our little warm up/ stretching on. Before we knew it, it was 9AM. LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!

I had already informed Claire that I would not be keeping pace with her. So, we pretty much separated right from the start. I found a couple of people that were keeping a really comfortable pace for me. I stuck with them for about the first 2 1/2 miles. The combined total of those first two miles was 16:21.0... not too shabby. I was feeling great. I had scoped out the route a couple of times, yesterday, trying to figure out where the tough hills were and stuff. I knew that, according to the route that I had signed up for, the last 3 miles were flat and downhill. I figured that I didn't need to save too much energy for the end of the race because there wouldn't be any hills to climb. WRONG! In between the time that I registered and today, they rerouted the race. We just made a U-turn and took the north-side of the parkway back. The last 2 miles of the race were mostly incline.

My whole strategery was shot.

Not only that... Mama and Papa LazyRunner were waiting at the wrong finish line. Gosh Darnit! I apologize for using such harsh language, but that's really how I felt. I ran to some dude on the sideline and asked if I could use his phone real quick. He let me, but it was an iPhone. Therefore, it had no service.

I wasted a minute + trying to get a signal before I said, "Eff it!" and continued my run. The hills were tough... I am not even going to lie. Not only did my pace diminish, but I took frequent walk breaks. All in all, I think I walked a combined total of 3 minutes. The time for my first 3 miles was extraordinary (for me :). I finished them in 25:01.8. Boom! I knew I was getting killed on the 2nd half of the race though. I didn't even bother to look at my time, but I still tracked it. Your ready for it... Miles 4 and 5 were longer than my first 3 combined - a whopping 32:34.5. Eff my L, right? I passed the sign for the last mile and decided to finish strong, like bull. I saw the finish line and got SOOO Happy! As Emz would say, "Happy. Happy. Me. Me!" As I got closer, my enthusiasm dropped because I saw that they were making us make another U-turn; and the finish line was another quarter mile down the line. Thanks, jerks! They really know how to bring a brotha down. I still finished as strong as I could. My final time was 1:05:35.5. Claire kept her pace the whole way; and despite falling during her 5th mile, managed to catch up to me and finish within 30 seconds of my time. Luckily, she didn't hurt herself too badly with the fall. She just has a booboo on her knee. Perhaps, I should have stuck with her from the start. Maybe not... she doesn't take walk breaks EVER, and I certainly needed them.

I gots my finishing metal! My first one! And then just got really excited because I had accomplished this goal that I set for myself way back around April. Next time, I know that I could do much better. I will have to stick with my training plan and leave the bacon cheeseburgers behind. Another lesson learned is to make sure that I know the correct route. Haha! I won't let any of these things bring me down because the bottom line is that I finished, and I had fun! And technically, I PR'd. Haha!

Thanks to everyone that helped me with this.

Your posts, comments, and support really motivated and pushed me when I definitely needed it. You got this lazy guy to show up and perform on race day. I can't thank you enough.

Mama and Papa LazyRunner figured out the finish line mix-up and met us after we finished stretching. They're the best! My number 1 fans! This was the final result.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

It's Go Time!


Okay, this is it. The moment we've ALL been waiting for... well, maybe not all of us; but definitely me. My first quarter-marathon is tomorrow morning. Get this... it's my first 10K on 10/10/10, and my goal is to finish the race at 10AM. Whoooaaaaa... Double Rainbow all the way. Isn't that pretty cool/ weird? Btw... if you don't get the double rainbow reference, type it into youtube and experience the adventure/ nation-wide craze of Beartop!


I am a little nervous. Last week, I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to run that distance, but I did a 5-mile run this week with a 1-mile warm up/ cool down. I ran the 5 miles in 45 minutes. It was really awesome because it was the first time that I experienced something that I hear a lot of runners talk about... that HIGH. I'm in the club now, dude!

I got high running... so high that could have run more. It was an incredible feeling! My heart, lungs, and legs were just going on cruise control. My last 2 miles were actually faster than my first 3. I stopped because I didn't want to burn out and hurt myself. It was a very cool thing to experience though. I can't wait to have more like that.

So, I know that I can run the distance. Now, I guess I just have the pre-race jitters. I have all my stuff ready... got all my shiz for the race (an awesome running shirt, a timer chip, my number, and a few other goodies). They really hooked me up at the pre-registration pick-up.

I am about to go to sleep, now... get some quality sleep. The race starts at 9AM. Hopefully, I will be giving you a full report when I am finished. PLEASE wish me luck!

PS. It's pretty clear that I offended some people with my last post. You know... the whole Backstreet Boys thing. Well, I offer this next pic as a peace offering to all those anti-BSB people that I pissed off out there... Hope this patches things up between us.

We cool?

Monday, October 4, 2010

Everybody

EverybOdayah... yeeaahhaa... rock yo bOdayah!... yeeaahhaa... EverybOdayah... rock yo bOday right... ED - IS - BACK, ALRIGHT!

By the way, I smiled just that much more while typing this because I knew what Claire would being thinking while reading this... "OMG. This is SO embarrassing!" Hahahahaha! In case you haven't figured it out, we enjoy embarrassing each other. It brings us closer together... usually to fisticuffs.

Anyhow, enough of that girlfriend talk... YUCK! Felt like I was writing a Justin Bieber song there for a second. What I really am pumped to share is that I am feeling much better! On Thursday night, the abdominal pains were pretty excruciating. At one point, I sneezed and thought I was going to die.

I actually considered going to the ER a couple of times; but kept saying to myself that if the pain is the same or worse in 30 minutes, I will go. It never lasted that long in one sitting, luckily.

That night, at the suggestion of an article I read, I took a nice hot bath. I hadn't taken a bath since I was a little kid. It was really awkward because I'm a lot different (mentally, emotionally, and physically) than I was when I was a boy.

I quickly got over the awkwardness when a fond memory from bath-time past came into my brain. When I would take baths as a little boy, my mom would make my little brother and I take them together. It was definitely easier for her to handle us together, as we were a handful. However, her attempt to make her job less frustrating did not really pay off too well considering whichever one of us would get out of the bath first would pee before getting out so that the other one would have to soak in the other one's urine while mom dried the pee-er off (usually in a P O'd manner because she knew that water wasn't yellow a second ago).

HAHAHAHAHA! I literally started laughing out loud nakedly thinking about what little jerks (but funny jerks) my little brother, Doug, and I were.

Back to present day, the hot bath knocked me out. I was asleep by 10pm that night. I woke up the next day with no pain, which convinced me that this was a muscle problem for sure... aka no hernia or appendix issues. I still have a doctor's appointment this Thursday just to make sure everything is cool, but I am pretty certain all is well. I must have just pulled a muscle there while overstretching or the complete opposite, whatever.


I waited the rest of the day on Friday, just to make sure that the pain did not come back. Then on Saturday, I hit it hard (my hitting it hard = playing in the sandbox to most of you readers). I went for a 3.5 mile hike in northern Weschester with Claire first thing in the morning. In the afternoon, I went for a 3 mile run, which I finished in less than 30 mins. Boo-yah! The hike was truly amazing. I hadn't been on good hike in a long time. The rain had stopped and left us with a beautiful isolated area where negativity was just not welcome at all.


I was going to pass on the run because we did the hike earlier, Claire had left for work, and I'm a lazy piece of sh*t. Instead, I said "NAY! I have some catching up to do!" (Nice, one-liner, right?) So, I put on my sweet ass kicks and hit the road. Three miles later, I was satisfied with my decision to bang that bad boy out.

Yesterday, I gave my body a rest and spent the day hanging out with my baby nephew and helping my dad with some work. Tonight, I will be sure to get some sort of training in. I need to make sure I take a nice bath after though so that I can heat that muscle up nicely... and hopefully, I'll have another fun trip down memory lane. Hahahaha!

Hey... I DON'T SUCK! Thanks!

Thursday, September 30, 2010

I Came To Bring the Pain


Well... I DON'T Suck, even though I have not gotten any running in since Sunday. The good news is that being lazy is not the excuse (THIS TIME) for not running. The bad news is that being injured is the excuse for not running. I don't know what is actually wrong with me, if you could even consider it an injury. I've had a dull pain in lower abdominal muscles that has been growing into a more intense, sharper pain.


So basically, it went from annoying to "O Crep... better get this checked out". The pain started on Saturday, then went away, then came back on Sunday, then went away on Monday, and has remained constant and worsening since Tuesday. It hurts with every breath I take, every move I make, every wind I break, every step I take.


I wonder if I caused it from training so "intensely" after all that time off? I hope it's not a hernia. I am tempted to REALLY dive into this as Dr. Ed and WebMD, wikipedia, and google the snot out of my symptons. However, I know what that will lead to... I will diagnose myself with every type of disease and cancer that ever existed with relation to the stomach and write myself off as a hopeless case, dead man.


The part of this that really P's me O is that I had pretty much one last shot to get my act together for this 10K. Now I have an out of shape body, less than two weeks to train, this abdominal nuisance, only one working light bulb for my entire apartment (sniff, sniff), my car's out of gas, it's raining out again...

... Two hours have passed since I had written the last line you just read. Two hours of tears... two hours of crying passionately... letting my tears join the rain drops outside... two hours... two hours... Well, I'm just joshin ya... I didn't cry. Despite what you may have heard about me still sucking my thumb at night,

I am not a baby. I am a man, and men don't cry (unless it impresses some sensative chick; in which case, I cry ALL the friggin time - that's how I got Claire).
Just kidding, but seriously I am hurting pretty bad. I won't fall into a depression or anything. I usually decide to put on the happy, happy, joy, joy hat everyday;

but it doesn't look good for the 10K. I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for next Thursday (I'm glad they could squeeze me in ASAP). I've decided (and the lazy part of me agrees) that it is a good idea to not go running until either this pain goes away or the doctor clears me. We shall see. I will keep you guys posted on the status of the situation. Thanks!

ps... Those pics I promised you in post about the 5K... not gonna happen. I'm sorry. I dragged my feet a little too long. I was able to salvage this guy...

That's me about to gulp down the water Papa LazyRunner threw to me after I crossed the finish line... Moment captured on film by Mama LazyRunner. Good Times... Cheers, mate!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

M.I.A.

No one on the corner has swagger like us, swagger like us, swagger like us... No one on the corner has swagger like us, swagger like us, swagger like us...

Well, I guess this goes to show you all that there is a really good reason why this blog is called "A Lazy Runner's Blog". Well, lately, I suppose it's more like "A Lazy Blogger's Blog". The last post that I had was way back in the beginning of July... A whole summer has gone by since then. I apologize to all the people that supported me and followed my blog. I did not mean to abandon post just like that. It just kind of happened... I decided to take the week after my 5K off from running and blogging. Then, I decided to take another week off from running. Since I wasn't running or exercising, I had nothing to really update on the blog.

Therefore, that went on the back-burner, too. Then I went away on a camping trip, then I went to the hamptons, then I went to West Virginia, then I went to the Jersey Shore, then I went to Montauk, and a few other places along the way. My summer was basically awesome as far as work, experiences, and spending time with friends and family goes; but I really missed out on growing with my health... Going away for me = lots of unhealthy meals (aka. fast food on the road, burger joints, barbeques, filling up on bread at restaurants).

I think it's safe to say that I ate a bacon cheeseburger and fries every three (3) days this entire summer. YIKES! So, to sum it all up, my cholesterol is probably near that of an obese giraffe.


I knew that I still had a race to train for... my 10K on October 10th; but when I would think about that, October seemed forever away. Surely, I thought I would be able to get back into shape and back on the track (literally) by the time this race came around. Well, I'm not... and please don't call me Shirley.

I had been running here and there so that I would not lose EVERYTHING I had done so far. I've also lifted a couple of dumbbells every now and then; but this summer was definitely a fun, yet lazy, gluttonous, and slothful.

Despite me not updating you or anyone on blogspot about my progress (or lack there of), I still received comments, congratulating me on finishing my 5K and motivating me to do more... to keep going. It really meant a lot to me (as well as turned on the guilty switch). So, I am sorry for being M.I.A. for the summer. I hope that everyone's summer was as enjoyable but much healthier than mine!

I have been running pretty regularly lately. On Sunday, I did a 3.5 mile run with Claire (my lady, who is also doing the race with me). Yesterday was a rainy mess, today seems to be the same. So, I plan on hitting the road again tomorrow.

My goal is to update this bad boy once a week. If I screw up as far as exercising and stuff goes, I will just put together a post with the words "I SUCK" on it... and that will be all. Let's hope it does not get to that... again. Thanks again to all you guys for getting this lazy guy off his butt!

Monday, July 5, 2010

Complete First 5K - Check!

HEY HEY HEY... WHAT'S GOIN ON?! We did it! Claire and I completed our first ever 5K race. It was so much fun! I think I mentioned this before, but the race was in Pound Ridge on Saturday. It was scheduled to start at 9:00AM, but it didn't start until 9:15AM. I mention that because I was such a nervous nelly waiting for the race to start. Haha! I'll get to the race itself in a minute. The night before I had made a couple of servings of pasta for dinner for Claire and me. We also had some chicken wings so that we could have our carbs and protein for the next morning. Then I laid out all the things I needed for the race, like I had read about in Runner's World magazine and other people's blogs. This really helped me from gettin all antsy in my pantsy in the morning. I got to sleep at a reasonable hour so that I got my eight hours. I woke up at about 7:00AM, had some Corn Flakes and some water (I had also been filling up with water the night before). I know it was only a 5K; but in my mind, it was a huge frickin deal because it was not only my first race but the longest I going to ever run at once.

We arrived at the location of registration, signed in, and got our numbers. After pacing back and forth, making sure I had everything I needed for the race, we met up with my parents who came to show some support. I know it's kind of corny, a 25 year old man asking his parents to come watch him race, but their support means the world to me. They are my two biggest fans, and I knew that having them there was enough to motivate me even more. And if that isn't cheese bally enough for you, get this... I even asked my mom to bring her camera so she could take some pics of us so that I could post them on the blog and keep them to remember my first race. Once we had met up with them and snapped a couple of fantastic "check me out... yeah, I'm a runner... no big deal" shots, they headed to the finish line to wait for us. I wasn't planning on setting any world records... I just wanted to finish the race. So, I told them to be ready to see us approaching the finish line between the 30th and 40th minutes. Claire and I got our stretch on and then waited for the race to start. I was so anxious... ready to GO. Claire was chill and relaxed. She kept reminding me about the Bronx River Parkway run we embarked on a few weeks ago by saying, "Now listen here, Superman... There's no need to be a hero. Make sure you pace yourself and don't burn out too early." Being the humble, open-minded, and thoughtful person I am, I responded every time with a "Yeah, yeah, yeah... I got it." Haha!

At 9:15AM, the horn was blown; and we were off. Slow and steady, Ed... Slow and steady. I stuck with Claire for about the first 50 yards and then upped my pace a little bit, leaving her a little bit further behind me. I stuck next to this 6'5" dude, thinking he was a giant and that I could probably keep a good pace with him. Scratch that... it turned out Tiny was a runner. I felt out my comfort zone and took pace next to this lady who looked like she had been around the block a few times (no pun intended). Side note: She was wearing an American flag bandana, which I thought was pretty damn cool for an old lady.

I was not familiar with the route. All I knew was that the first mile was pretty much downhill, the second mile was flat, and the third mile was mostly uphill. I kept a decent pace in the beginning to save my energy for the last mile. I had no clue where or how far along the route I was. They said that there were water stations at the 1.5 and 2.5 mile markers. This did not do me any good with knowing how far along I was considering the people of Pound Ridge were so nice that they had set up water stations outside of their houses all along the route. It was really nice of them. The only thing I could do to get an idea of the distance was look at my ipod stopwatch, which I had started when the race began. It helped me out quite a bit. The entire race was such a rush. I had my music going and just a natural high from thinking "this is so cool... running a race with all these people." There was never a point in the race where I didn't have a smile on my face (I dabble in creating rhymes like that... pretty good one, huh? Watch out, Eminem).

When I started to hit the uphill sections, I said to myself "this better be that third mile they were talking about. Otherwise, I'm screwed." It turned out, it was. After two of the bigger hills, I went into a fast-paced walk for 10-15 seconds. Then I transitioned back into my run knowing that I had almost arrived. Then I saw the park. I knew that this was the end of the race because that's what they had told us ahead of time. BOOM! I hit it hard, picking up my pace to finish the race strong. I got to the end of the grass... "FILTHY LIARS!!!" I said to myself when I did not see the finish line. It turns out that the park makes a hard right hand turn and goes about another 200 yards. I rounded the corner and saw the finish line. I looked to see if I could find my parents. I didn't see them, but I did see that I was below 30 minutes. I was like, "BOO YAH!" When I was a few steps away from the finish line, I saw my parents there cheering me on. It was so incredibly awesome! I did the famous both-hands-up as I crossed the finish line. Unfortunately, my mom did not grab the shot (bummer), but she did get a shot of me right after I finished running. VICTORY! I started walking to where the last straight-away was so that I could see Claire as she was finishing up. There she was, doin her thang. I cheered her on and ran along the side line with her. My mom got the post finish line shot of her, too. WE DID IT!!!

We walked for a bit, stretched, and got some free bagels (KEY!). We were waiting around for a bit to see if we could get our official times, but we had no such luck (at first). I had stopped my clock after I had already finished and started walking to meet Claire, and it was 29:54. So I knew I ran better than that. As we decided to call it a day, I saw some people that looked like the race "officials" and asked if they knew how we could check our times. The guy that I asked happened to be the one that recorded all the times. He found Claire's right away, which I believe was 31:28; but he could not find mine. I told him that I believe I was in the 29th minute, and he said he couldn't find it. He was in a rush. So I didn't want to bug him about it. So, I'm putting myself either in the 28th or 29th and change range. The official times will be put up on the internet on Wednesday. Once I get the actual results, I will post them along with the pictures my mama took.

Thanks to everyone who helped me out with this. The comments, suggestions, and support really helped and motivated me. I guess it just goes to show how powerful this blogging business really is. Thanks again!

Friday, July 2, 2010

Change of Date for 5K

I apologize for the lack of posting. Between camping last week and golfing and moving all my job's files, desks, chairs, etc. from NJ to CT this week, I have not had much time for anything else besides training and sleeping. I have been doing well on that end. This is not why I'm posting now though. Truth is that I do not have time to give a "quality" post right now. I just wanted to let everyone know that the 4th of July 5K that I am running was changed to the 3rd of July (aka tomorrow). I could have used the extra day to convince myself that I am ready for this bad boy, but whatever. I'm gonna do my best and, hopefully, tear it up! I will let you know how it goes. Wish me luck... PLEASE!!!

ps. A "quality" post to update you on the status of my training/fun life stuff will follow... I promise. I also need to play ketchup with reading other blog posts. Thanks!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Exercise... What's That?

It had been a week and a half since my last workout / training session, and it was not looking good. I know this feeling all too well. Maybe some of you do, too... When you get SO SO SO motivated to do something. You start out with the best intentions and all the steam you can muster, like the little engine that could. One day is missed... just one lousy, frickin day; and then the whole thing seems like an impossible feat or, at the very least, an annoying chore. And goddamn do I like to procrastinate... SLOTH in five syllables. That's me! It gets dreadful because that feeling of giving up destroys your morale while your lack of effort diminishes any progress that you've made prior to this pause.

Well, folks... I nipped that lazy crap in the butt. As I posted yesterday, I bought some fresh new running shiz. This was all the inspiration that I needed... but I actually got more. A couple of people pissed me off pretty badly to the point where I needed to do something to clear my head and release my frustrations. What did I do?... DING! DING! DING! That's right I ran! I ran my little heart out. I ran passionately, like Kevin Bacon when he had that angry, aggressive, and sexy (no homo) dancing scene in Footloose. I became one with it... until I hit the first mile... then I was tired. Luckily, I saw this guy walking down the street. Being that I had just rounded the last block to turn around and go back home, it was the second time I was seeing him. I wanted to look like this run aint no thang! So, I picked my head up and ran a block at a time, until I made it back to my apartment. It felt frickin so good to finish that run all the way through. It was a total of two miles, which I ran in about 16 minutes. The Nike Air Plus shoes and new running clothes were cool because they helped me look like a real runner as well as perform a lot better.

I'm pumped to do my next run. However, I think I'm going to hold off on that until tomorrow. Unfortunately, I did not stretch for long enough after my run, which resulted in me waking up SUPER sore. My legs feel huge and jacked, like a bodybuilder's; but they look normal and can't do too much right now. Haha! I'm playing a round of golf with some co-workers tonight. I'll probably walk the course and carry my bag to get a little exercise in along with the swinging, which there will be A LOT of. Perhaps tonight, I can get a little dumbbell action in, as well. We shall see... no promises. I will let you know how it goes (Btw... 12 more days until the 5K).

Thanks!