The Bimbler's Sound
Truth lies within
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“It seemed so easy when you sign up for it” and ” You paid money to do this” were 2 memorable quotes from my pacer, Ultra, in the middle of the night. Really it was not so easy after trying once at a different 100 last summer and missing a cut off at mile 85.7. It took a couple nights in a row of visiting the website to finally sign up. I signed up early to ensure the pressure to train as best I could. [Read more…] about My 100 mile journey
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As a junior in high school a physics teacher once asked the class which was heavier; a ton of lead or a ton of feathers. I’m not going to admit what my first guess was but strangely enough I remembered being asked that question this past weekend while running the Vermont 100 Miler. The Vermont race is often described as ‘an easy one hundred’. The comment is almost a daft as thinking there is a difference in weight between a ton of different materials! [Read more…] about It’s only temporary
I am not so good with race reports but I have been told to write one. We traveled up the night before the race to Ithaca, NY and stayed at the Super 8, a lovely spacious room, even though I hate staying in hotels. I had a terrible night’s sleep as usual not being at home, however this one was particularly bad. I woke up at least 3 times with right hip pain and once with a numb left side of my face, cheek and bottom lip, I thought I had Bell’s palsy. After calming myself down and realizing the tingling was a good sign, I regained feeling and fell asleep for the 2 hours before we were to be up to get ready to go. [Read more…] about A muddy day
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I have a heart. Of course we all assume we have one because the pulse tells us that one beats inside, but I now know I have one because I’ve seen it. Not literally in the flesh so to speak, but via an ultrasound monitor that produced images as it contracted and expanded while pushing blood around my body. “Here is a view from below, and here we’re looking diagonally down to see that the valves inside the chambers are opening and closing without regurgitation.” [Read more…] about If I only had a heart
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So this past weekend, I journeyed North again to take part in the Pittsfield Death Race. Not your typical race, this involved little to no running while pushing you to your physical and mental limits as you struggle to complete the various physical challenges. The race directors, Joe and Andy, spend the entire year devising the hellish tasks and delight in the pain and anguish emanating from the racers. [Read more…] about My Little Death Race
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Much work needed to be done to get my butt up to this race. Saturdays workload at the store presented me with a 10 hour work schedule. Not to mention a 2 hour lawn mowing job for my neighbor afterwards. But somehow with the thought of someone I know running a 100 miler I managed to suck up to the physical labor. By midnight I was eventually off and driving for the next four hours until I had to rest. I pulled over at the lake at the base of Mt. Chocoura and napped in the parking lot for a little while. [Read more…] about Cramming for Cranmore
