Posts Tagged 'san francisco'

Fear and Respect

Wayne has put the fear and respect of 26.2 miles into me.  I recently met Wayne, who is a friend’s dad, at an Indiana-style cookout.  Wayne is no ordinary friend’s dad.  Wayne is the type of friend’s dad who has run a few marathons and volunteer coaches a high school cross country team.  Wayne also logs 15 miles every weekend and routinely joins the team of high schoolers for 7 to 8 miles runs.  Oh, and I also should mention that Wayne is over 60.

Yes. 60.  years.  old. Continue reading ‘Fear and Respect’


Is Montreal Too Cool For Fixies?

I just spent some time in Montreal and had done a considerable amount of walking and running around the city.  One thing that has really jumped out at me is the number of bicycle and people cruising around the city.  I’m sure it’s mainly a summertime thing, but people were out in force in Montreal.  Just about every twenty paces you see a bike locked up to one of the ever present bike posts.  Bikes everywhere. Continue reading ‘Is Montreal Too Cool For Fixies?’

Am I Making Progress? Or am I Falling Apart?

After slightly falling off the training schedule due to the annual Bay to Broken recovery period and spending too much time in Thieves Tavern watching the Lakers and the Machine drive to the NBA Finals, I’m finally starting to get back to normal.  On a side note, if you ever need a pint and a boiled hot dog and you only have $3, go to Thieves between 5 and 8pm.  So far, Thieves hasn’t let me down. Continue reading ‘Am I Making Progress? Or am I Falling Apart?’

I Have A Mortal Enemy

Perusing the blogosphere on Moday night I came across the hate filled vitriolic words of one Teddy de Burca Jr of the de Burca clan.  According to Mr. de Burca Jr, yours truly is:

“under the delusion that he can get fit enough to run the SF marathon. He will be chronicling his slow realisation (sic) that tacos, absinthe and brews won’t help his race for fitness over at this blog. Personally I don’t think he can even keep his blog going for that long.”

You can read the full text of his bombast here.  Well, Mr. de Burca, it looks like the race is on. While you and your comrades waste away the summer at bia hoi’s across Hanoi and riding around on your Belorussian beasts, I will slowly be morphing into an elite athlete.

Mr de Burca Jr. Put this in your pipe and smoke it:

Training Run #10 – 4.29 mi. – 9.23 min/mi

Training Run #11 – 4.24 mi – 9.30 min/mi

Training Run #12- 7.63 mi – 9.18 min/mi

Back on Track at Land’s End (and a blue heron)

Week two of training wasn’t the most stellar week of training for the San Francisco Marathon.  It started off well with a mellow loop from my hood in Hayes Valley out to Jackson St. and then back to the hood via Fillmore on Tuesday. Bu then, social obligations and other extracurricular sporting events took precedent over training. Went to see the Government Inspector with The Conch and a couple of her friends on Wednesday and then Thursday was opening night of the kickball season.  Sick Balls is track to win their 8th consecutive Golden Gate Division Championship.  The previous seven were sweet, but the eighth will culminate in a national tournament in Vegas over Labor Day.  Could be scary. Continue reading ‘Back on Track at Land’s End (and a blue heron)’

Does Drinking Absinthe Make You a Better Runner?

I am fully in the midst of hard-core marathon training. Part of that training includes drinking absinthe and eating tacos on the night before a 7 mile run. Yes, I know, 7 miles doesn’t seem that far, but it is only March. The marathon is four months away. I think I got time.

Absinthe is now legal in the U.S. (Woo Wo) and The Conch brought a bottle over after doing the tour and tasting at the Hangar 1 distillery in Oakland. Their master distiller has been making absinthe for *educational* purposes for the past nine years but now he can actually make it and sell it. That is good for you and me. The shit tastes good…

The label is that of a monkey playing a cow bell. Apparently, if you produce spirits, there are a lot more regulatory hoops you have to jump through to get your label approved than if you just produce beer or wine. The Hanger 1 guy wanted a label with a monkey playing drums with a human femur. Dick Cheney said no. So, he settled on a monkey playing cowbell with a femur. I know, weird.

I’m getting off topic. The Hangar 1 absinthe is tasty. We ran 7.2 miles today, the Lakers won, the wings are still tasty at Kezar, and I finished the night with a Laphroaig at Alembic.

The Runner’s High: Does it Really Exist?

Interesting article in the NYT on the runner’s high.  According to neuroscientists in Germany, it does! It’s like I just discovered a pot of gold at the end or the rainbow.  It kinda makes you wonder if the runner’s high is the same as the junkie’s high.  Or the crackhead’s high.  Or the booze hound’s high. Or the stoner’s high. Or Client No. 9’s high. Or the tweaker’s high. Or the…I think you get the picture.

I’m on a mission to find out. Stay tune to find how my mind/body reacts to 26.2 miles in one go.  I wanna get high.

Training run #3- Oak St>Van Ness>Jackson>Fillmore>Oak>Home, 4.19 mi, 9:31 min/mi.

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Miles I’ve Run Since Getting Roped Into Running the San Francisco Marathon on March 23, 2008: