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The Running Jerks Run The Marine Corps Marathon

November 29, 2012

Holy Crap, we did it.


Witty Nuggets for your Reading Pleasure

October 22, 2009


Really nothing new going on, but I felt like doing an update anyway. I’m just gonna post some quick-hitters. I apologize in advance for not being interesting.

Recent Runs:

Monday: 6.75 miles, 1:02.14

Tuesday: 6.64 miles, 1:00.09

Wednesday: 6.86 miles, 1:04.27

I still haven’t worked up the cajones to go the full 10 miles again. People keep telling me that running 6 times a week is not a good thing. I tend to agree with them, but cutting back on the days that I run would mean that I’d have to run further each time. I’m just not ready for that. I like running between 6.5-6.9 miles per day. It’s really not all that taxing. I learned that my ankle problem was tendinitis. It ain’t getting any better and it ain’t getting any worse. Once I accepted this diagnosis, I moved on. Barely an issue right now.

This is an issue: The above picture is a snapshot of my facebook status after going to the gym for the first time in about 3 months. Three months ago, I signed up for a gym membership (a two-year contract mind you) and went once. I was sore for about a week and never went back. Getting back into a gym and pushing some weights around was always phase three of my plan to get in shape – the first two being diet and running. When this marathon plan was hatched, phase three was put on the back-burner. The plan is to run Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Friday and lift on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Until I up my mileage, I’m gonna be double-dipping on lifting days. Anyways, I’m now convinced that a good portion of the weight that I lost from running was muscle. 16-year-old Paul could easily beat up 26-year-old Paul. It wouldn’t even be close.

With our powers combined: Mike and I ran together for the first time last week… At 3:30 a.m… After a night at the bar celebrating his 27th birthday… In the rain. I really don’t know how it happened, but Mike was all jazzed to go for a run. He wanted to go 10 miles (as you remember, he’s kinda obsessed with running ten miles). We lasted about three miles, then walked home. Pretty smart.

More thoughts after the jump.


Runnin’ Tunes (Playlists Be Damned)

July 13, 2009

itunes-logoThe initial idea for this blog was for Mike and I to keep people updated on our runs. Go out running, come back and tell people how much it sucked. Mike has stayed true to the formula, so far, I haven’t. My first goal was to get to the heart of my motivation. Then I just started musing on random topics. I’m gonna trying to get back on pace (PUN!) here.

Run #49: 10km, 1:01.19, 6:08 per km. (Note: I’ve officially made the switch from miles to kilometers. It’s just easier to work it all out in my head. Instead of worrying about 3.1 miles and 6.2 miles, I can just focus on nice round numbers like 5 and 10. I expect to write an overly-long blog post about the change this week. Get excited).

This run was interesting. After a weekend where I only ran once in three days, I was determined to get back on track (PUN x2!). I also wanted to punish myself a little bit by picking up the pace. When I started paying attention to how long it was taking me to run, my main goal became to run 5k in 30 minutes. It took me quite a long time. I never really set a second goal, but thought it would be cool if I could run a 10k in 6o minutes. Man, did I get close tonight. I never once checked my pace or time during my run cause the thought never crossed my mind. My mind was elsewhere (more on that later). My previous best for a 10k was 1:05. Four minute drop. Love actually seeing noticeable progress.

Alright, enough talking shop, let’s get off topic.


It’s All Your Fault

July 13, 2009

UncleSamJerkIt was a tough weekend here and the Frommelt Alliance Run Training (F.A.R.T. “tee hee”) Headquarters. Besides being a runner, I am also a very mediocre mixed-sex adult softball player. Because Mother Nature has been a cruel bitch this past spring, we had four games to play over the weekend, which cut into my running. At the same time, I developed a complete lack of motivation. I skipped a run on Friday, ran for only 2.5 miles on Saturday and didn’t run on Sunday.┬áThis bothered me, because for the past two months, I’ve been pretty consistent in my freakish devotion to running. I think, however, that I’ve figured out the problem.

The problem, dear reader, is you.

Let me explain. In the past, I’ve been running solely for my own personal gratification. When Mike and I started this blog, we let the cat out of the bag. Waves of congratulatory emails, texts and comments poured in. I felt accomplished. I was making a change in my life. Happy ending. Cut to black. Paul’s a hero.

But wait… you mean to tell me I have to keep it up or I look like fool? I’m now expected to make good on a promise to which I already received my award? I’ve already gotten my accolades for deciding to not be a fat slob. Now it becomes a job. Now it becomes expected.

I know that nobody really cares if I’m 200 pounds or 300 pounds or 1,000 pounds. In fact, most of my friends would get a kick out of my failure, including Mike. I believe, however, you would probably feel cheated if I up and quit. Mike and I made a pretty big deal about this. To quit now would kind of be like an ending to a Paul Thomas Anderson movie (i.e. thrilling opening act; intriguing middle; I end up killing Mike with a bowling pin).

So anyways, I think I’m back on track with a great 10-kilometer run today (more on that in my next post). As much as you jerks are trying to stop me from succeeding, I will not be denied… I hope.

The Need For Speed

July 9, 2009


I’m going to make a statement that shouldn’t come as a surprise:

I don’t run very fast.

Quick trip down memory lane. Every year in elementary school, we would go down to our dirt track to run a mile for the President’s Physical Fitness thingee. Do you remember that fat kid? The one that that smelled like McDonald’s fries and Tabasco sauce? Remember how he would run the mile in like 15 minutes and everybody would make fun of him? He would say, “Hey, in the end, the tortoise beats the hare.”

Remember how good it felt to punch that kid in the neck?

While I don’t feel sorry for that little fat kid, God rest his soul (Note: I’m not sure if he’s dead, but he was like 150 pounds in 2nd grade so I’m sure his fat little heart has given up by now).

I do however, know his pain.