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Posts published in August 2017

The Things That Came Back


I will never forget,

the look in my best friends' eyes, when they were thinking back to their experience aboard that boat and even though they appeared as if they were next to me, I knew they were lost back in the endless expanse of sea or smelling the spices of the last country or the country before it.

I tried to chase the traces of the memories, but they had evaporated around me and we never have shared memories of class before ports or dishes of food you just had to be there to even know existed.

And I wondered how such an exhilarating adventure had left them haunted.

Then I found my own adventure. And fear and anxiety and expectation was replaced by joy and adrenaline and certainty and peace. Pain and pleasure pulled me from sleep and sleep called me back just as frustration began to poke at the scale and tamper with the order of things- all things.

All things had order, the hour of sunset and the misty consistency of dawn, the chill that set in at the heart of each evening that deepened into tangible dew until it thickened the humidity percolating in the air and announced day was upon us (in case we had missed the sun itself).

Who could miss the sun? It governed us sternly, sent us scattering like animals more aware of their own instincts than ourselves. But even sometimes, we braved her still -the way a man pets a tiger or slices a pufferfish- carefully.

Sometimes your body is not your own; this was not one of those times.

I could not tell you whether we walked through our own dreams or swam through the air, so thick with humidity we wondered if it could suffocate; somehow it was the same thing.

I thought I would learn one type of lesson; instead I learned others- more dire and pertinent than could have ever been dreamed up by my own ego.

I can't bring my whole mind back... it aches and pulls to retrace the steps along that white line. Maybe, somehow, a part of me haunts it too.


A Confession…


Halfway around my first baseline loop- of anything- in a long time, I had a realization. And it makes me feel very guilty as not only a New York City runner, but even more so as a New York City runner whose primary running grounds for the past three years are Central Park.

So here it is: I realized I never had run a Central Park Reservoir Loop before. Ever. I still don't even know how far it is off of the top of my head (which, again, is absurd, and I am going to google it right now. 1.58. Who knew? Oh wait, probably everyone...)

So why today? Why now?

Central Park Resevoir

I've just finished one major adventure (race report in the works) and for me, right now, it was the ultra of all ultras. 314 miles has left me mighty satisfied on the distance front. I'd train for and run ultras none stop for the rest of my life if I could, but I'd like to tip the running/life balance scales back to some areas I neglected in the lead up to the Big Run.

Lap Time

With that in mind, I thought it might be a good time to get some of my speed back and work my way back towards a sub 1:45 half which I know is completely do-able. I hate speedwork. I love long runs. But I really am looking forward to not having to commit 2 1/2 hours to every run for the time being.

I won't have the benefit of a Garmin for the time being, but I think I can manage.

And that will mostly entail timing myself on fixed distances. And then running until I get faster.

Hello, Central Park Reservoir. I think this is the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship. Or at least a short and fruitful relationship until I resume my favorite routine- the long run and only the long run.