In the latter part of 2005 I ran the fastest marathon of my life. Despite the marked fatigue I felt at the end of this race, I knew I could run faster. I thought this race would be like all the others, a catalyst for me to train harder, run faster, and post yet another personal best in the not too distant future. Little did I know nearly three years would pass before I would even contemplate tackling another marathon.
2006 was marred by plantar fasciitis that ultimately required surgery in the latter part of the year. In typical fashion, I remained positive/optimistic about recovery despite the fact that I could tell my body just wasn't happy.
I spent countless hours on a stationary bike in 2007 trying to maintain my running fitness. Periodically, I'd get out and run a few miles, but in the summer of 2007 I had a nasty Achilles tendonitis flare up. Any hope of running a marathon in 2007 (or any race for that matter), was put on hold.
At the end of 2007, I took a month off from running to focus on treating my Achilles tendonitis. Icing, stretching, active release therapy, and massage were all part of my assault on this insidious ailment. After a month, things still weren't working the way I had hoped.
I started thinking a lot about the kinds of physical challenges I've had in the past and examining the reasons why I was having these challenges. Most aggravations/injuries occur due to biomechanical inefficiencies and/or overtraining. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that overtraining led to my plantar fasciitis in 2006. Reflecting on the myriad other nicks I had endured over the years, overtraining was often the smoking gun.
BUT, I had significantly dialed back my running in 2007 and I was still not feeling close to 100%. I had done a good job of addressing the training part of the aggravation/injury equation, but really hadn't looked closely at the other part of the equation, biomechanics.
Around the time I was pondering all of this I read an article about how many elite level Kenyan runners train. Many of them grew up running...to school, to work, etc. At a very early age, many Kenyans log sometimes 10+ miles/day. More interesting to me was the fact that very few of them wore shoes. They usually couldn't afford them. Despite this seeming disadvantage, a disproportionate number of elite level runners come from this region. Many elite level Kenyan runners are some of the most biomechanically efficient and injury-proof runners around.
At the time I was wearing shoes designed to control the motion of my foot coupled with custom orthotics that were presumably designed to address my biomechanical inefficiencies and reduce the chances of injury/aggravation. But despite all of this, things just weren't clicking. In some respects, I felt like the shoes and custom orthotics weren't really addressing the 'root cause'....which was likely some kind of weakness in my feet/lower legs.
So much of my life these past few years has been about rolling the dice and I decided to roll them one more time. I purchased a pair of Nike Frees which effectively provide no support, guidance, or motion control (effectively the polar opposite of what I was doing). The whole premise behind the shoe is to emulate barefoot running (similar to what many Kenyans do). Many of my running related aggravations/injuries have involved issues below the knee. The Nike Frees specifically ask more of your feet and lower legs. Clearly, this was an area of my body that needed help anyway. What was the worst that could happen? I get injured. I was already painfully familiar with that.
Admittedly, running in a shoe that lacks all the things that conventional running shoes provide was a bit of a shock to the system. I could 'feel' the ground in a way I never had before. I felt like I was in control in a way I never had been before. I also felt like my body was moving in a more biomechanically efficient manner.
I started out logging just a few miles in my Frees, but I came to enjoy the experience so much that I started running in them more regularly. To my delight, my body complained very little. I experienced garden variety fatigue/soreness, but no plantar fasciitis, no Achilles tendonitis, or any other significant issues. This is what running should feel like.
The other variable I introduced was regular usage of a foam roller. I started using it daily in November of 2007 after every run. I've now become a huge advocate of the foam roller encouraging all my runners to purchase one and use it religiously. In lieu of a sportsmassage, it's without a doubt the next best thing.
Runners (myself included) can be extraordinarily stubborn and set in their ways. This is a wonderful quality on race day when fatigue and discomfort sets in, but this quality can also be a real albatross when it comes to aggravations/injuries. You can't 'fight' through an aggravation/injury the way you can the latter miles of a half marathon or marathon. Getting over an aggravation/injury can be frustrating, enigmatic, and tedious.
But, there's little question in my mind that virtually all aggravations/injuries present an opportunity for us to learn more about our body and our limitations. Hopefully, we recognize these opportunities and capitalize on them. In the wake of the worst injury of my running career, I recognized an opportunity and find myself running at the highest level I have in three years.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Thursday, August 30, 2007
The Endurance...
Several years ago I had the good fortune to stumble on to a documentary entitled, 'The Endurance'. This powerful film was about the failed expedition of Ernest Shackleton and his crew in 1914.
Shackleton and his men embarked on a journey to cross the Antarctic continent on foot. To put things in perspective, what Shackleton and his crew was attempting at the time was akin to traveling to the moon.
Unfortunately, the crew encountered disaster almost immediately as their ship (aptly titled 'The Endurance') was trapped in ice floes and they had no choice but to hunker down for the painfully long and bitterly cold winter. Remarkably, Shackleton was such an inspired leader that he did all kinds of things to keep morale up including vaudeville shows, ice hockey, dog races, etc.
Perhaps even more remarkable was Shackleton's ability to maintain a positive outlook given that he was 40 years old at the time and this was his last chance to attempt a crossing of the Antarctic continent (he had failed in his previous attempts).
Rather than curse his fate, Shackleton managed to adapt and while his dream of crossing the Antarctic continent faded, a new dream emerged...that of getting all of his men back alive.
After 18 months, countless trials, near disasters, and some remarkably good luck, Shackleton pulled it off and got all his men back alive after almost 18 months!
Shackleton's story has always resonated for me and I frequently find myself thinking of him him during my particularly challenging runs when I find myself feeling daunted by what lies ahead.
Adversity is everywhere. There are challenges and obstacles that stand in the way of all things we desire. It's my hope that all the runners I have the good fortune to work with employ a 'Shackleton-esque' approach to their running (and to their lives).
Shackleton had the intelligence, resolve, and strength of character to recognize that his dream was not going to come to fruition and he refused to let this defeat him or his men. He adapted, he evolved, and he ultimately, survived.
You fight, you persevere, you stay positive, and eventually good things will happen. This is an inspired approach to running as well as life.
Shackleton and his men embarked on a journey to cross the Antarctic continent on foot. To put things in perspective, what Shackleton and his crew was attempting at the time was akin to traveling to the moon.
Unfortunately, the crew encountered disaster almost immediately as their ship (aptly titled 'The Endurance') was trapped in ice floes and they had no choice but to hunker down for the painfully long and bitterly cold winter. Remarkably, Shackleton was such an inspired leader that he did all kinds of things to keep morale up including vaudeville shows, ice hockey, dog races, etc.
Perhaps even more remarkable was Shackleton's ability to maintain a positive outlook given that he was 40 years old at the time and this was his last chance to attempt a crossing of the Antarctic continent (he had failed in his previous attempts).
Rather than curse his fate, Shackleton managed to adapt and while his dream of crossing the Antarctic continent faded, a new dream emerged...that of getting all of his men back alive.
After 18 months, countless trials, near disasters, and some remarkably good luck, Shackleton pulled it off and got all his men back alive after almost 18 months!
Shackleton's story has always resonated for me and I frequently find myself thinking of him him during my particularly challenging runs when I find myself feeling daunted by what lies ahead.
Adversity is everywhere. There are challenges and obstacles that stand in the way of all things we desire. It's my hope that all the runners I have the good fortune to work with employ a 'Shackleton-esque' approach to their running (and to their lives).
Shackleton had the intelligence, resolve, and strength of character to recognize that his dream was not going to come to fruition and he refused to let this defeat him or his men. He adapted, he evolved, and he ultimately, survived.
You fight, you persevere, you stay positive, and eventually good things will happen. This is an inspired approach to running as well as life.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Check Your Head...Part Deux
So...after working with Maxine for well over 3 months, we made some progress. We identified the main source of her challenge as a runner...which was effectively...herself. Her own self-talk was pretty negative and self-defeating. Regardless of how well trained Maxine might have been, without confidence in her own abilities, how well could she ultimately perform?
Maxine's triathlon was on the horizon and I knew that she had done some high quality training over the past several months. 'Physically', Maxine was ready for her triathlon. But, despite the progress we'd made during her workouts and our identification of the root cause of her problem, I wasn't sure she'd be able to apply a positive mindset on race day and overcome some of the inevitable challenges and obstacles that can come up.
The day of Maxine's triathlon came and went. I didn't hear anything from Maxine and after a few days of silence, I sent her a quick email inquiring about her event. The response while disappointing was not terribly surprising given what I had experienced with Maxine up until this point. In her own words,
'Awful. I think that's the slowest I've ever done in a race. After the
swim I didn't want to continue but I did. I finished it but I think it
took me 3 1/2 hours. I feel really discouraged and it makes me not want
to do anymore triathlons because I did so horribly.'
To Maxine's credit, she finished. But, I was HIGHLY confident she had underperformed and a rough start on the swim was her undoing. This set the tone for the rest of the triathlon which was undoubtedly a painful exercise for her.
I asked Maxine to call me and I started asking questions about exactly what was going on in her head during the race. It was really sad...Maxine felt like crying after she finished the swim. She was embarassed and humiliated. She felt like she was disappointing her parents who had flown out to see her compete. In short, this was nothing short of a disaster.
But, I knew there was something we could take away from this. I asked her if she was even tired when she finished. Maxine told me she wasn't! What this underscored was the fact that Maxine's poor performance was almost SOLELY attributable to her inability to overcome the initial hardships encountered in the water and find a way to stay positive and focused and make the best of the remainder of the race.
The challenge I was left with was 'how' to get Maxine to take the positive mindset she had started to bring to our workouts together to race day. Additionally, I found myself wondering what this was really all about! Why did Maxine beat herself? Why did she self-sabotage? I got some insights a few days later.
We met at the track for a time trial. It was apparent to me she was still suffering from a bit of a 'hangover' from the weekend's triathlon debacle. It showed in her performance on the track. Once again, she underperformed posting a time slower than what she ran previously. Asking her how she felt afterwards revealed she was pretty much consumed by negativity and a lack of self confidence.
Near tears, she started telling me about her sister who was an exceptional student and a doctor. Growing up, Maxine always struggled in school and told me she even used to hand in tests sometimes without even trying to take them! It was clear that from an early age, Maxine had gotten into the terrible habit of just giving up and packing it in at the first sign of resistance/adversity.
It was at this juncture that I asked Maxine if she had ever considered talking to a therapist about some of these things. It was clear to me (while I'm certainly NOT a therapist) that Maxine's challenges performing came from a very complicated place and while I could provide the 'physical training' necessary for her to perform, she would NEVER truly perform well consistently until she 'retrained' her mental approach towards life's challenges.
We talked a bit more and my suspicions were largely confirmed. Maxine's lack of self-confidence had hampered her in a myriad of areas of her life. Personally and professionally, this issue presented some very real challenges and often created situations in which it was almost inevitable that Maxine would fail.
I leveled with Maxine and told her that if she didn't believe she could perform at a high level, there was no chance that she would. We needed to focus on finding a way to reframe the whole experience of runnning/competing such that Maxine could fight through adversity and challenges.
There are no easy answers for a client like Maxine. But, in the weeks that followed, Maxine's body language began to show more confidence and while I frequently do have to remind her to remain positive and ignore the self-defeating voices that crop up in her head time and again, she's making significant strides both literally and metaphorically.
Maxine has done a wonderful job of reminding me just how important having the right mindset can be to achieving your goals...whether they're running related or in some other area of your life. My hope is that working with Maxine in building some successes, she can not only start performing the way I know she's capable of performing, but perhaps these lessons will wash over into other areas of her life.
Maxine's triathlon was on the horizon and I knew that she had done some high quality training over the past several months. 'Physically', Maxine was ready for her triathlon. But, despite the progress we'd made during her workouts and our identification of the root cause of her problem, I wasn't sure she'd be able to apply a positive mindset on race day and overcome some of the inevitable challenges and obstacles that can come up.
The day of Maxine's triathlon came and went. I didn't hear anything from Maxine and after a few days of silence, I sent her a quick email inquiring about her event. The response while disappointing was not terribly surprising given what I had experienced with Maxine up until this point. In her own words,
'Awful. I think that's the slowest I've ever done in a race. After the
swim I didn't want to continue but I did. I finished it but I think it
took me 3 1/2 hours. I feel really discouraged and it makes me not want
to do anymore triathlons because I did so horribly.'
To Maxine's credit, she finished. But, I was HIGHLY confident she had underperformed and a rough start on the swim was her undoing. This set the tone for the rest of the triathlon which was undoubtedly a painful exercise for her.
I asked Maxine to call me and I started asking questions about exactly what was going on in her head during the race. It was really sad...Maxine felt like crying after she finished the swim. She was embarassed and humiliated. She felt like she was disappointing her parents who had flown out to see her compete. In short, this was nothing short of a disaster.
But, I knew there was something we could take away from this. I asked her if she was even tired when she finished. Maxine told me she wasn't! What this underscored was the fact that Maxine's poor performance was almost SOLELY attributable to her inability to overcome the initial hardships encountered in the water and find a way to stay positive and focused and make the best of the remainder of the race.
The challenge I was left with was 'how' to get Maxine to take the positive mindset she had started to bring to our workouts together to race day. Additionally, I found myself wondering what this was really all about! Why did Maxine beat herself? Why did she self-sabotage? I got some insights a few days later.
We met at the track for a time trial. It was apparent to me she was still suffering from a bit of a 'hangover' from the weekend's triathlon debacle. It showed in her performance on the track. Once again, she underperformed posting a time slower than what she ran previously. Asking her how she felt afterwards revealed she was pretty much consumed by negativity and a lack of self confidence.
Near tears, she started telling me about her sister who was an exceptional student and a doctor. Growing up, Maxine always struggled in school and told me she even used to hand in tests sometimes without even trying to take them! It was clear that from an early age, Maxine had gotten into the terrible habit of just giving up and packing it in at the first sign of resistance/adversity.
It was at this juncture that I asked Maxine if she had ever considered talking to a therapist about some of these things. It was clear to me (while I'm certainly NOT a therapist) that Maxine's challenges performing came from a very complicated place and while I could provide the 'physical training' necessary for her to perform, she would NEVER truly perform well consistently until she 'retrained' her mental approach towards life's challenges.
We talked a bit more and my suspicions were largely confirmed. Maxine's lack of self-confidence had hampered her in a myriad of areas of her life. Personally and professionally, this issue presented some very real challenges and often created situations in which it was almost inevitable that Maxine would fail.
I leveled with Maxine and told her that if she didn't believe she could perform at a high level, there was no chance that she would. We needed to focus on finding a way to reframe the whole experience of runnning/competing such that Maxine could fight through adversity and challenges.
There are no easy answers for a client like Maxine. But, in the weeks that followed, Maxine's body language began to show more confidence and while I frequently do have to remind her to remain positive and ignore the self-defeating voices that crop up in her head time and again, she's making significant strides both literally and metaphorically.
Maxine has done a wonderful job of reminding me just how important having the right mindset can be to achieving your goals...whether they're running related or in some other area of your life. My hope is that working with Maxine in building some successes, she can not only start performing the way I know she's capable of performing, but perhaps these lessons will wash over into other areas of her life.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Check Your Head..
In days of yore, I considered myself a tennis player. I'd win some matches on occasion, but by the time I was about 15 I realized it maybe wasn't the sport for me. My problem was that I just didn't have the temperment or mental game for tennis. I'd get agitated, I'd get angry, and soon enough I'd have beaten myself handily.
Fortunately, I stumbled onto an article by sports psychologist Jim Loehr in 'Tennis' magazine. The thrust of this article was that there are '2' different kinds of players-those who need to get 'psyched up' for a match and those who effectively need to 'chill out' in order to perform. I was definitely the latter when it came to tennis.
The reality is that being in the right mental space is critical to performing well...regardless of the sport or activity you're engaging in. If you don't BELIEVE you can do something, it doesn't matter how hard you work, how hard you train, chances are you WON'T do it.
I was reminded of this important lesson not too long ago when I started working with Maxine. Maxine and myself exchanged emails and finally agreed to meet for our first session. I was immediately struck by Maxine. She was tall, thin, athletic, and attractive. Maxine spoke at length about her challenges 'running fast'. I found myself looking at Maxine and wondering exactly why someone like this would have challenges running fast. She was BUILT to run!
I expected her to take off like a gazelle when she ran a couple casual warm up laps. But, the speed at which she was moving was more like a clydesdale! Needless to say, I was a bit baffled and in a few weeks found myself wondering if Maxine's challenges had less to do with training and more to do with something inside her head.
My suspicions were effectively confirmed after about a month or so of training. Maxine would have moments of brilliance where I'd see her run fast, but they were fleeting and far between. I scheduled a 2 mile time trial to see what progress we'd made since we first started working together. The first two laps were beautiful to watch. Maxine glided gracefully and quickly across the track. However, Maxine's graceful gliding was all too short lived.
After the second lap, Maxine's body language changed, she moved differently, and she inexplicably slowed down! The next thing I knew she finished the two mile time trial with a time that was even SLOWER than what she posted during our first session. This simply didn't make ANY sense to me. I knew she was committed to the training. The schedule I had her on included workouts that ABSOLUTELY increase endurance, VO2Max, lactate threshold, and leg turnover. How was it possible that after 4+ weeks of solid, consistent, QUALITY training that Michelle had somehow regressed?!?!
Frustrated, I called Maxine out at the conclusion of this time trial. I asked her what happened after the first two laps. She told me after the first two laps she got scared and basically started telling herself she couldn't maintain this pace. The proverbial lightbulb went off for me at this juncture. Maxine's challenge wasn't the training. It wasn't that she wasn't meant to run fast. Maxine's challenge was that she didn't BELIEVE that she could.
My approach to coaching Maxine changed a bit in that I really tried to focus on positive reinforcement and encouraged Maxine to do some positive visualization and positive self talk. I encouraged her to become cognizant of those negative voices and confront them. You CAN run fast. You ARE CAPABLE of doing this. FIGHT through this!
I also began asking Maxine questions that were a bit more personal in nature in an attempt to get a better sense of exactly 'why' these nasty voices were creeping in. What started to become clear to me is that Maxine had encountered a number of experiences in her life that had led her to believe (erroneously) that she wasn't capable of performing at a high level...whether this was at the track with me, at the office, or in other areas of her life. Maxine had a tendency to pack it in at the first sign of challenge or difficulty. This was my challenge...how to help Maxine work through this.
While I saw progress at the track during our workouts, I was curious how this might carry over into an actual race day performance. I would find out soon enough.
Fortunately, I stumbled onto an article by sports psychologist Jim Loehr in 'Tennis' magazine. The thrust of this article was that there are '2' different kinds of players-those who need to get 'psyched up' for a match and those who effectively need to 'chill out' in order to perform. I was definitely the latter when it came to tennis.
The reality is that being in the right mental space is critical to performing well...regardless of the sport or activity you're engaging in. If you don't BELIEVE you can do something, it doesn't matter how hard you work, how hard you train, chances are you WON'T do it.
I was reminded of this important lesson not too long ago when I started working with Maxine. Maxine and myself exchanged emails and finally agreed to meet for our first session. I was immediately struck by Maxine. She was tall, thin, athletic, and attractive. Maxine spoke at length about her challenges 'running fast'. I found myself looking at Maxine and wondering exactly why someone like this would have challenges running fast. She was BUILT to run!
I expected her to take off like a gazelle when she ran a couple casual warm up laps. But, the speed at which she was moving was more like a clydesdale! Needless to say, I was a bit baffled and in a few weeks found myself wondering if Maxine's challenges had less to do with training and more to do with something inside her head.
My suspicions were effectively confirmed after about a month or so of training. Maxine would have moments of brilliance where I'd see her run fast, but they were fleeting and far between. I scheduled a 2 mile time trial to see what progress we'd made since we first started working together. The first two laps were beautiful to watch. Maxine glided gracefully and quickly across the track. However, Maxine's graceful gliding was all too short lived.
After the second lap, Maxine's body language changed, she moved differently, and she inexplicably slowed down! The next thing I knew she finished the two mile time trial with a time that was even SLOWER than what she posted during our first session. This simply didn't make ANY sense to me. I knew she was committed to the training. The schedule I had her on included workouts that ABSOLUTELY increase endurance, VO2Max, lactate threshold, and leg turnover. How was it possible that after 4+ weeks of solid, consistent, QUALITY training that Michelle had somehow regressed?!?!
Frustrated, I called Maxine out at the conclusion of this time trial. I asked her what happened after the first two laps. She told me after the first two laps she got scared and basically started telling herself she couldn't maintain this pace. The proverbial lightbulb went off for me at this juncture. Maxine's challenge wasn't the training. It wasn't that she wasn't meant to run fast. Maxine's challenge was that she didn't BELIEVE that she could.
My approach to coaching Maxine changed a bit in that I really tried to focus on positive reinforcement and encouraged Maxine to do some positive visualization and positive self talk. I encouraged her to become cognizant of those negative voices and confront them. You CAN run fast. You ARE CAPABLE of doing this. FIGHT through this!
I also began asking Maxine questions that were a bit more personal in nature in an attempt to get a better sense of exactly 'why' these nasty voices were creeping in. What started to become clear to me is that Maxine had encountered a number of experiences in her life that had led her to believe (erroneously) that she wasn't capable of performing at a high level...whether this was at the track with me, at the office, or in other areas of her life. Maxine had a tendency to pack it in at the first sign of challenge or difficulty. This was my challenge...how to help Maxine work through this.
While I saw progress at the track during our workouts, I was curious how this might carry over into an actual race day performance. I would find out soon enough.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Go Team SRO! (Students Run Oakland)
As mentioned in a previous post, I saw an incredibly inspiring documentary last year called, Runner's High that shed light on a non-profit organization in Oakland called Students Run Oakland. SRO trains high school students in Oakland for the Los Angeles Marathon.
The majority of these students are struggling in school, having problems at home, and encountering challenges in a multitude of areas. During the process of training for the Los Angeles Marathon, many of these kids turn their lives around. Many improve their grades, stop acting out in school as much, and see possibilities that they couldn't see before.
I was inspired to find a way to help Students Run Oakland and after talking with Executive Director, Spencer Hooper, I'm excited to announce the launch of Team SRO!
Team SRO is a half marathon (and 12K) training/fundraising program that benefits Students Run Oakland.
Participants pay nothing for the half marathon/12K training program. BUT, participants are asked to commit to raising $100 per mile....$1300 or $700, respectively. This money goes directly to Students Run Oakland!
If you're looking for an opportunity to get into great shape, have a great time, achieve the remarkable, and most importantly give back to the organization that has given so much to so many young people in Oakland, please join Team SRO on Saturday, Aug.11 @8AM at Lake Merritt!
TEAM SRO HARD COPY REGISTRATION!
REGISTRATION DOCUMENTS SHOULD BE MAILED TO:
TEAM SRO
P.O. BOX 590355
SAN FRANCISCO, CA. 94159-0355
We hope to see you on Saturday, August 11 @8AM at Lake Merritt!
Additional questions/concerns? Email For More Info!
The majority of these students are struggling in school, having problems at home, and encountering challenges in a multitude of areas. During the process of training for the Los Angeles Marathon, many of these kids turn their lives around. Many improve their grades, stop acting out in school as much, and see possibilities that they couldn't see before.
I was inspired to find a way to help Students Run Oakland and after talking with Executive Director, Spencer Hooper, I'm excited to announce the launch of Team SRO!
Team SRO is a half marathon (and 12K) training/fundraising program that benefits Students Run Oakland.
Participants pay nothing for the half marathon/12K training program. BUT, participants are asked to commit to raising $100 per mile....$1300 or $700, respectively. This money goes directly to Students Run Oakland!
If you're looking for an opportunity to get into great shape, have a great time, achieve the remarkable, and most importantly give back to the organization that has given so much to so many young people in Oakland, please join Team SRO on Saturday, Aug.11 @8AM at Lake Merritt!
TEAM SRO HARD COPY REGISTRATION!
REGISTRATION DOCUMENTS SHOULD BE MAILED TO:
TEAM SRO
P.O. BOX 590355
SAN FRANCISCO, CA. 94159-0355
We hope to see you on Saturday, August 11 @8AM at Lake Merritt!
Additional questions/concerns? Email For More Info!
The Folly of Youth.....Part Deux
OK, Admittedly the cliffhanger conclusion to this story is LONG OVERDUE! My apologies, but I've had more pressing matters to attend to these past 11 months. (Has it REALLY been that long?)
At any rate, I did my level best to discourage Max from running the coastal trail and several weeks later I followed up with his father to inquire and see what Max ultimately decided to do. My hope was that somehow I managed to reach him.
Apparently, Max decided to 'walk' the coastal trail. This was a non-trivial task to say the least, but it was at least marginally more sane than what Max originally had in mind. That being said, it wasn't as if Max was a highly skilled outdoorsman and had years of 'hiking' experience under his belt.
Curiously, Max opted to NOT wear hiking boots as he thought he 'might' like to run. Not too surprisingly, Max elected to not run at all. I'm reading the first few sentences of this email and can't help but think this is not an auspicious start!
Max embarked on this trek and the first 20 miles went smoothly enough until his feet started to hurt. I guess a nice pair of hiking boots would have come in handy. Standard running shoes are not necessarily designed for the kind of journey he was attempting to undertake. To Max's credit, he soldiered on for a grand total of 25 miles.
Max's gear included a 5-8 lb. camelback pack, a 1.5 lb sleeping bag, some rehydration packets for his water, a blister pack, a flashlight, a cellphone, and some maps. I'm thinking some food, a tent, and perhaps a flint might have helped!
The next day was an exercise in pain management as Max's feet hurt with virtually every step.....shocking! Max seemed to think that his 21 day wilderness trek (in hiking boots) that included hiking 10 miles a day would prepare him for this veritable death march along the Coastal Trail. Needless to say, this is when things get interesting.
Finally recognizing his limitations, Max runs into a ranger who kindly invites him to rest at a wilderness hostel 'somewhere' north of Santa Cruz. If this isn't the beginning of a bad horror film ('Hostel' anyone?), I don't know what is!
However, Max stayed at the hostel for two days in a vain attempt to allow his feet some time to heal. After two days of rest, Max strapped on the running shoes again and hit the trail. Another 20 miles later, Max found himself in significant pain yet again.
Fortunately, a local needed some help 're-roofing' his home. Max obliged and helped in the re-roofing effort in exchange for a 15 mile ride to Santa Cruz. After some strong persuading on the part of his family, Max elected to take a bus from Santa Cruz to Santa Barbara (why he would not opt for a bus directly back to the Bay Area is beyond me?!?!) and then caught a bus back home from there.
Needless to say, Max's feet were traumatized likely due to the fact that running shoes are not designed for miles of hiking. One of his knees was very sore/uncomfortable which necessitated a visited to a sports physician. Rounding things out, he had a litany of blisters for his efforts.
Fortunately, it sounds like there was no permanent damage done. Hopefully, Max has learned something from this experience. I'm the last person to discourage someone from chasing their goals or dreams, but ideally you chase them in a thoughtful, well planned, and well prepared fashion. Max's humbling (and hobbled) experience perhaps gave him some MUCH needed perspective!
At any rate, I did my level best to discourage Max from running the coastal trail and several weeks later I followed up with his father to inquire and see what Max ultimately decided to do. My hope was that somehow I managed to reach him.
Apparently, Max decided to 'walk' the coastal trail. This was a non-trivial task to say the least, but it was at least marginally more sane than what Max originally had in mind. That being said, it wasn't as if Max was a highly skilled outdoorsman and had years of 'hiking' experience under his belt.
Curiously, Max opted to NOT wear hiking boots as he thought he 'might' like to run. Not too surprisingly, Max elected to not run at all. I'm reading the first few sentences of this email and can't help but think this is not an auspicious start!
Max embarked on this trek and the first 20 miles went smoothly enough until his feet started to hurt. I guess a nice pair of hiking boots would have come in handy. Standard running shoes are not necessarily designed for the kind of journey he was attempting to undertake. To Max's credit, he soldiered on for a grand total of 25 miles.
Max's gear included a 5-8 lb. camelback pack, a 1.5 lb sleeping bag, some rehydration packets for his water, a blister pack, a flashlight, a cellphone, and some maps. I'm thinking some food, a tent, and perhaps a flint might have helped!
The next day was an exercise in pain management as Max's feet hurt with virtually every step.....shocking! Max seemed to think that his 21 day wilderness trek (in hiking boots) that included hiking 10 miles a day would prepare him for this veritable death march along the Coastal Trail. Needless to say, this is when things get interesting.
Finally recognizing his limitations, Max runs into a ranger who kindly invites him to rest at a wilderness hostel 'somewhere' north of Santa Cruz. If this isn't the beginning of a bad horror film ('Hostel' anyone?), I don't know what is!
However, Max stayed at the hostel for two days in a vain attempt to allow his feet some time to heal. After two days of rest, Max strapped on the running shoes again and hit the trail. Another 20 miles later, Max found himself in significant pain yet again.
Fortunately, a local needed some help 're-roofing' his home. Max obliged and helped in the re-roofing effort in exchange for a 15 mile ride to Santa Cruz. After some strong persuading on the part of his family, Max elected to take a bus from Santa Cruz to Santa Barbara (why he would not opt for a bus directly back to the Bay Area is beyond me?!?!) and then caught a bus back home from there.
Needless to say, Max's feet were traumatized likely due to the fact that running shoes are not designed for miles of hiking. One of his knees was very sore/uncomfortable which necessitated a visited to a sports physician. Rounding things out, he had a litany of blisters for his efforts.
Fortunately, it sounds like there was no permanent damage done. Hopefully, Max has learned something from this experience. I'm the last person to discourage someone from chasing their goals or dreams, but ideally you chase them in a thoughtful, well planned, and well prepared fashion. Max's humbling (and hobbled) experience perhaps gave him some MUCH needed perspective!
Friday, August 11, 2006
The Folly of Youth...
One of the things I enjoy most about what I do is the broad range of interesting and eclectic characters I encounter on a daily basis. Truly, runners are a fascinating breed. However, the most interesting character I encountered recently wasn't a runner at all despite the fact that he may have wanted to be.
I received a phone call a few weeks ago towards the end of an exhausting day. I didn't recognize the number, but for whatever reason I still answered the phone. The man's name was Nathan and he was calling me on behalf of his son, Max.
I was tired, frazzled, and looking for a parking spot. Needless to say, I wasn't exactly fully engaged. Nathan started talking about the Coastal Trail and Max's desire to run the Coastal Trail from San Francisco to Santa Barbara.
I immediately thought something was wrong with the connection. I couldn't possibly have heard Nathan correctly. Confused, I asked Nathan a few cursory questions about Max's training.
'What's the farthest distance he's ever run?'
'Oh...about 6 miles.'
'How many times a week does he run?'
'2-3 times a week.'
'And..how far does he run?'
'About 3 miles.'
'Well...I've got to tell you...this is one of the worst ideas I've heard in a long time, Nathan. The only person on the planet who might contemplate something like this is Dean Karnazes. A few other ultrarunners might as well, but Max is in no shape to attempt something like this.'
'So...when he's out on the trail, what's the plan? Is he going to run a few miles and just pitch a tent somewhere?'
'Yes...or he might stay at a hostel or with some friends.'
Absurd is one adjective that came to mind as I spoke with Nathan. Extraordinarily dangerous was another. At this juncture, Nathan wanted me to talk to his son. I told him I couldn't talk to his son right now, but if he and his son wanted to meet for coffee tomorrow evening we could chat then.
I sent Nathan a follow up email later that evening and told Nathan that if his son was interested in running, he'd probably be much better served by signing up for the half marathon training program I was launching. The training would be thoughtful, progressive, and systematic. To boot, there would be minimal chance of serious injury (or death!)
The next evening as I was wrapping up my workout with my half marathon group, I saw an older man with a kid who appeared to be about 19 or 20. I knew right away it was Nathan and Max. We segued to a coffee shop to discuss what Max was going to attempt to do in 2 days!
I spent a considerable amount of time talking about how long it takes to train for a marathon, the physiological adaptations that have to occur in order for your body to attempt something like this, the time required for your body to heal/recover after a run, and how his body just simply isn't adapted to this kind of activity right now!
I really was taken aback by the seeming lack of respect Max seemed to have not only for his own body, but for the work that runners have to do to get into the kind of shape to run long distances. Granted, he was only 20 years old and clearly swimming in a sea of youthful invincibility.
Above and beyond attempting to explain the high level physiology of running, I told Max about my own experiences as a runner and the kinds of injuries I had incurred just from normal training runs and I've been doing this for over 15 years.
Max seemed to comprehend what I was saying, but I got the distinct impression that he was still going to try to do this anyway. I left the table hoping that I had managed to reach Max somehow and he would spare himself the inevitable physical pain/discomfort that awaited him on the coastal trail.
The following week, I noticed that Max had not signed up for my half marathon training program and could only assume that he was stranded out on the Coastal Trail somewhere. It was a few weeks later that I would find out exactly what happened to Max.
I received a phone call a few weeks ago towards the end of an exhausting day. I didn't recognize the number, but for whatever reason I still answered the phone. The man's name was Nathan and he was calling me on behalf of his son, Max.
I was tired, frazzled, and looking for a parking spot. Needless to say, I wasn't exactly fully engaged. Nathan started talking about the Coastal Trail and Max's desire to run the Coastal Trail from San Francisco to Santa Barbara.
I immediately thought something was wrong with the connection. I couldn't possibly have heard Nathan correctly. Confused, I asked Nathan a few cursory questions about Max's training.
'What's the farthest distance he's ever run?'
'Oh...about 6 miles.'
'How many times a week does he run?'
'2-3 times a week.'
'And..how far does he run?'
'About 3 miles.'
'Well...I've got to tell you...this is one of the worst ideas I've heard in a long time, Nathan. The only person on the planet who might contemplate something like this is Dean Karnazes. A few other ultrarunners might as well, but Max is in no shape to attempt something like this.'
'So...when he's out on the trail, what's the plan? Is he going to run a few miles and just pitch a tent somewhere?'
'Yes...or he might stay at a hostel or with some friends.'
Absurd is one adjective that came to mind as I spoke with Nathan. Extraordinarily dangerous was another. At this juncture, Nathan wanted me to talk to his son. I told him I couldn't talk to his son right now, but if he and his son wanted to meet for coffee tomorrow evening we could chat then.
I sent Nathan a follow up email later that evening and told Nathan that if his son was interested in running, he'd probably be much better served by signing up for the half marathon training program I was launching. The training would be thoughtful, progressive, and systematic. To boot, there would be minimal chance of serious injury (or death!)
The next evening as I was wrapping up my workout with my half marathon group, I saw an older man with a kid who appeared to be about 19 or 20. I knew right away it was Nathan and Max. We segued to a coffee shop to discuss what Max was going to attempt to do in 2 days!
I spent a considerable amount of time talking about how long it takes to train for a marathon, the physiological adaptations that have to occur in order for your body to attempt something like this, the time required for your body to heal/recover after a run, and how his body just simply isn't adapted to this kind of activity right now!
I really was taken aback by the seeming lack of respect Max seemed to have not only for his own body, but for the work that runners have to do to get into the kind of shape to run long distances. Granted, he was only 20 years old and clearly swimming in a sea of youthful invincibility.
Above and beyond attempting to explain the high level physiology of running, I told Max about my own experiences as a runner and the kinds of injuries I had incurred just from normal training runs and I've been doing this for over 15 years.
Max seemed to comprehend what I was saying, but I got the distinct impression that he was still going to try to do this anyway. I left the table hoping that I had managed to reach Max somehow and he would spare himself the inevitable physical pain/discomfort that awaited him on the coastal trail.
The following week, I noticed that Max had not signed up for my half marathon training program and could only assume that he was stranded out on the Coastal Trail somewhere. It was a few weeks later that I would find out exactly what happened to Max.
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