Thanks to an end of season purchase last season, I own my first set of skis in nearly 15 years, and I've gotten off to my earliest ski season start in a long, long while: 2 days before January. Yay! Now, if I only had an altimeter so I could figure out how much vert I've gone. I'm guessing it's no more than 10,000. Sadly.
Edited 1/1/08: You know, I am an idiot. I had already skied 3 days by 12/27/07. Why the hell I gloated about 2 is beyond me. Granted, it was probably only about 14 hours on snow, but still, it was three different days that I schlepped myself and gear out to the hills.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
Dissociation while Running
I've never used headphones while running, and seeing as races are starting a trend of actually enforcing their rules of headphone prohibition, that was probably a habit that was good for me to never have really picked up. Although, it's not like I'm fast enough for that to really matter......
Anyway, I found this story in the NY Times to be interesting, regarding the dissociation strategies runners have used during either training or races. While running one race, which I thought was the loneliest 5K possible in DC, last year, I got Johnny Cash's "Walk the Line" stuck in my head. In preparation for a 10K, I came up with the mantra "Power through the legs, strong through the core." I can't remember if I actually used the mantra. During another 10K, all I could think during the last 1.5 miles was that if I ran faster, I could get off the dang Whitehurst Freeway, whose light gray surface was reflecting the sweltering sun in all of the freeway's albedo glory. Wow. I got to write the word "albedo."
Anyway, I found this story in the NY Times to be interesting, regarding the dissociation strategies runners have used during either training or races. While running one race, which I thought was the loneliest 5K possible in DC, last year, I got Johnny Cash's "Walk the Line" stuck in my head. In preparation for a 10K, I came up with the mantra "Power through the legs, strong through the core." I can't remember if I actually used the mantra. During another 10K, all I could think during the last 1.5 miles was that if I ran faster, I could get off the dang Whitehurst Freeway, whose light gray surface was reflecting the sweltering sun in all of the freeway's albedo glory. Wow. I got to write the word "albedo."
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