Running in the Rain; Flashbacks and Nostalgia

I ran in the rain last Friday (about 4 miles), and again on Tuesday (also 4 miles). While I didn’t like how loose my phlegm was as a result, and especially I didn’t like how it tried to choke me, I loved running in the gutters as if I were running in a stream.

Wednesday (5 miles), and more so today (6.21 miles in 1:08:10), I was missing an aspect of running in the rain I never really thought about before. Rather than having to wipe sweat off my head and face every so often, when I’m running in the rain, if I’m wiping my head it’s not because I’m swallowing sweat: I’m just too wet and can’t see clearly.

¶ Today my run took me past the sites of two of the auto-auto accidents I have been in where at least one vehicle was totaled. Located on the same road, separated by 1.3 miles geographically, and by a score and two years temporally, together they are both the first and the most recent auto-auto accidents I have been in. It was an interesting point of reflection. The first accident could have been prevented had the light that is there now been there at the time.

Late night view of the mess of red and green lights on 5400 S.

Late night view of the mess of red and green lights on 5400 S.

The most recent could have been prevented had there not been so many lights as to cause confusion: when you make everything important, nothing is important. Can you pick out the traffic light at the intersection? Neither could the other driver. That light is red, but good luck figuring that out at 45 mph in daylight. That is in fact the intersection where this most recent accident happened.

Taking a slight departure from running, the design of these lights was in need of serious help. There needed to be at most six lights across the three flex lanes, one per side. The far left and far right lanes are always normal lanes. Not only would this have saved money, reduced light pollution, and decreased maintenance costs, it would make the stretch of 5400 S that has flex lanes less dangerous, by not obscuring the regular traffic signals. Returning to running, somewhere beyond the last flex light, there is a hill down to the Jordan River. It was at the intersection of the road next to the river where that first accident occurred. It was also going up that hill on the south side of the road that I had my first official track workout in 9th grade when running for MHS. Back then I hated that workout. It’s still a rough one, but tonight it helped that I remembered to make my hamstrings do some of the heavy lifting up the hill, making it much more enjoyable in the present. Just wait until I go up and down repeatedly; I’m quite certain I’ll be changing my tune.


Deliberately Foolish Run

I ran 10 miles today (20 March 2014), for the first time since high school. And without having run since the end of November or very early December. Well, I guess I only ran the first 8.3 miles or so; after that I was going so slow on account of my quads tightening up too much that I started walking because it would be faster.

I set out to do a long run, thinking 6 or 7 miles. But before I had even hit 2 miles, I had decided I was going to do 10, knowing full well that it was folly. I’ll probably write a poem about it, but right now I’ve got to get some sleep, as my muscles need to recover.

Update: the poem is “On the Transmogrification of Pain


This post has absolutely nothing to do with running, but a lot to do with running. Running away. Running toward. Running in circles. Have you ever overheard only part of a conversation, that you knew somehow involved you, but you didn’t hear enough to fully grasp the meaning or intent?


September (Photo credit: Helgi Halldórsson/Freddi)

Yeah, I’ve been there. It happened at least as recently as early September. I finally figured that one out. But sometimes what happens is you say something online, and a benign stalker reads it, and recognizes themselves in it, but misunderstands the meaning or intent.

Or perhaps what was written was poetic in nature, and though the words were grounded in reality, they took flight, so that the overall meaning of the writing is not congruent with the reality from which they sprang. Yet, people associated with that reality may read it, recognize the beginnings, and not see the words flying in the sky, but perceive them as being no higher than their eyes.


Stalking (Photo credit: BigTallGuy)

And thus begins the circle: they start behaving differently because of what they’ve read, and you can tell, and based on the behavior change, you know what they’ve read, but you’re not supposed to know that they’re benignly stalking you, so you can’t mention it, but if you write about it in the same forum as the original writing, you may just strip the wings of those words in their eyes, so you can’t write about it. So instead you post about it on a running blog instead of a writing blog.

So, apologies to anyone who may actually be following this blog for this cathartic post. Which, judging by the stats, I’m the only one whose rods have picked up electromagnetic emissions conveying my words in several months.

Complete spectrum of electromagnetic radiation...

Complete spectrum of electromagnetic radiation with the visible portion highlighted (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


But if you’re a benign stalker, know that I love you dearly, and always assume the best!

First race post-accident

I ran the Taylorsville Days 5k on Saturday. I managed to go all race without back pain. I also managed to get a time similar to my time I the last race I ran. It was a pretty decent course, a bit on the flat side, but pretty close to exactly 5k. It also covered a lot of familiar terrain this year unlike previous years.

My Garmin said my time was 27:47, my official race result was 27:46. I love chip-timed races. No worrying about the lineup afterward, or tearing the perforated bib.


Today (6/18) I went on my first run since my most recent accident. I only made it 0.7 miles before I had to slow my pace drastically because of the pain in my hip. I did manage to make it a full 3.12 miles.  It looks like my goal of running a half marathon sometime this fall is in danger.  I’m not worried though.  I’ll do what it takes to recover, then focus on training for a half.

Flood or famine?

“Wait,” you say, “I thought the saying was ‘feast or famine’?”  And you’d be right to think that.  But after the famine of no running last week while on vacation (I did get in some short hikes), I went for a short 3-mile run last night.  And the storm I thought I had missed as I ran in the drizzle lingered until I had less than a mile to go. Obviously I survived what happened next…

Fartlek, Heat, and Technology

While running the 5K on Saturday, I realized I’ve been going too easy on myself during my runs.  So today I decided to do a fartlek run.  Running solo, I figured it would be good to create a playlist to assist with the workout.  I included songs with varying tempos, both internal to the songs and between the songs.  Gina by Blues Traveler is crazy fast.  Antarctica by Midnight Oil doesn’t speed up as much at the end as I thought it did as a teen, but it should still work.  Mary Mac, all three versions, performed by Carbon Leaf, speeds up through the song instead of jumping from slow to fast, so if I’m not careful, I’ll miss when I need to go faster.  Jimmy Sharman’s Boxers (Oils) works surprisingly well.  Bells and Horns in the Back of Beyond (Oils) works well, as does Lucky Country (Oils).  Summer Song (CL) doesn’t work as well at the end, unless it’s downhill.  There’s a few I didn’t get to tonight; perhaps by the weekend I’ll have refined the playlist.
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First 5K of the Season

Woot! I received a medal. My first since I was seventeen.  It was the “Fly With the Flock” 5K at the Ogden Nature Center.

third place medal 2013-05-11 12.07.42

I came in 30th overall, and 3rd in my age division (3rd out of 19).  My playlist started with “Beautiful Day” by U2, but I added “Donnybrook Affair” by Carbon Leaf in front, to listen to while waiting for the race to start.  But then I wanted to listen to it while waiting for the crowd to thin so I could go faster.  I finished my playlist with “Lucky Country” by Midnight Oil followed by “Merry Mac” performed by Carbon Leaf.  Just before my name was read for me to claim my medal, a Coldplay song came to mind: “You might be a big fish, in a little pond, doesn’t mean you’ve won, ’cause along may come a bigger one”.  The second place finisher was 7.5 minutes ahead of me.

The course was fairly flat, mostly on dirt trails through the nature center, with a few ups and downs to be expected when trail running, but the total elevation gain/loss was probably no more than 10 feet.  It was a two lap course, and it was also a long course.  My Garmin Forerunner 305 reported 3.24 miles, while RunKeeper on my Samsung Galaxy SIII reported 3.33 miles (which was a bit unusual, as my Garmin usually reports a longer distance than RunKeeper).  My Garmin had my pace at 9:01/mi and RunKeeper had me at 8:51/mi.

Gross runner stuff ahead! (and some pics from the nature center)

Cliff Diving and Ghostbusters

I thought I’d get a little cliff diving in on my run tonight. According to my GPS data, I ran up a steep hill, a little after thirteen minutes in, and promptly fell off a 55 foot cliff.  On my return trip (wait… I survived the fall without a trip to the ER?) the landscape apparently shifted and I ran up another steep hill, and fell off of a 60+ foot cliff.


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