A Much Needed Longer Run – RunLog 10/19/19

To say the past couple of days have been a blur would be the understatement of the year, but they have been. So today, I wanted, needed and did exactly what I had to do.

Go for a run.

If you are really interested you can read more about why I feel that way here.

Right now I just need to get back to a mostly regular routine and start focusing on a few things that I need to work on to get back where I want to be.

Planned Workout Description: Something that would take at least an hour.

  • Day: Saturday
  • Time of Day: 11:27a
  • Course: Pond Road Loop
  • Distance: 9.0
  • Time of Run: 1:22:30
  • Pace: 9:10
  • Rating: 3
  • Running Streak Day #: 1
  • Weather: Sunny, 51*F, Feels like 51*F, Humidity 53%, Wind 9-15 mph from NW

Variables that impacted the run: Still tired mentally and physically, not sure how shoes would work on longer run, did I mention still tired

Comments: The breeze made things feel colder than 51*F since it was out of the North, so while I didn’t bring my windbreaker, I did bring my gloves. Yeah, I am pretty wimpy about my hands, but by the time I got down to the Culvert, I was happy to have them in my belt pouch. Because I put them on when I stopped to take the photos of where the town had recently done some roadwork.

Could I have continued without them – yep, but it was a lot more comfortable with them on.

After that I just ran comfortably, I was not attempting to set any course records, I just wanted to spend time on my feet, clear my head and put a lot of miles on the body today.

However, at about Notta Road, the left Achilles started to talk to me. Not anything serious, but it did make me wonder about using zero drop shoes too much. Luckily, I stopped worrying about it and it stopped bothering, so I am not sure what that was all about.

When I got up to Goodhue Road, I had almost convinced myself that 7.0 miles would be a great place to turn-around.

I didn’t.

I made the left turn onto the Pond Road and it was the correct decision, because I learned a few things about the Duo v1s that I would not have learned if I had turned there.

One of the things about this course is that it has a lot of bumps and a couple of pretty good hills that kick butt, because they are in the last part of the run. Bartlett Hill (photo at the top of the post) just feels so long while I am going up it and then Stevens Hill, well it never seems to end either. I made it up both of them, but definitely not my most speedy effort.

I thought about doing 10, but the bottoms of both my feet were getting pretty sore, so I shut it down at 9.0 when I went past the house.

Shoes Worn: Altra Duo v1 (48.3)

Yep, just about ready for a 50 mile review. I did make a slight change to the shoes the other day and seemed to make a huge difference in their feel to me. I switched out the stock insole for a pair from the Altra Torin 3.5 and it made the Duo’s go from feeling almost harsh to me, to feeling really good.

Unfortunately, today at about 7.0 or so miles the bottoms of my feet really began to bother me. I have a feeling it might have something to do with the lugged outsole, plus the idea that I need to toughen up my feet a little. So I will ease into the longer runs in the Duo’s.

Surprisingly, even though the Town crew did a lot of work on the road down-back, the Duo’s didn’t pick up that many rocks, not nearly as bad as my old Nike Free’s or some other shoes I have had. Which is good news, because I feared that they were going to be horrible with rocks sticking in the lugs – they are not all that bad.

How did this run move me towards my goal(s)? I actually got a longer run done this week and it felt pretty good.

Cardio Total: 4.12

Non Running Comments: It was good to be home and relax a little today, although what I did the most was rest. Sometimes after going through a tough experience like that the thing we need the most is time to rest, decompress, collect ourselves and then start enjoying the life that we do have again.

Goodbye Dad – 10/18/19

My father died at 3:00 P.M. on October 18, 2019, after battling the ravages of a life well lived. He requested no funeral, no obituary and no carrying on about him being dead.

Well…I am going to piss him off — yet again and talk about a man that I came to love, understand and respect.

Even though he didn’t want as he would say – any of that shit of carrying on about him, I need to talk a little about my father. I will write about him here, share a bit about him and shed a few more tears, before I move on with the rest of my life.

However, out of respect for his wishes I will keep it short and mostly sweet.

He claimed to be a simple man, but in reality he was probably the most incredibly complex person I have ever known in my life. My father was no saint by any stretch of the imagination, but he was a good man.

While he made many mistakes in his life, he didn’t back down from owning them and didn’t attempt to sugar coat the outcomes that happened.

One of the qualities that I loved and hated the most, (especially when I was on the receiving end) and I know I was not alone, was his brutal honesty about almost everything and it didn’t much matter if you were family, friends, local bigwigs or complete strangers. He told you exactly where you stood and what he thought about what was going on.

The things I learned about him over the years as a result of our conversations would surprise many people. While he described himself as an uneducated idiot who never finished 8th grade (which was true). However, he was more intelligent and had a depth of knowledge about a wide variety of subjects that many people with much more formal education would be found sadly lacking.

However, you had to get past his initial bombast he used as a way to check you out and test your resolve, to find out how sophisticated his knowledge of subjects actually was.

Then again, many times you had to figure out whether he was simply “stirring the pot” and taking a contrary position on subjects, which was one of his favorite pastimes and did much more often than people realized, just to keep things interesting – for him.

I know, because we had many discussions on a variety of topics that went well beyond the typical shallow talks that most people have on topics that are uncomfortable, controversial, political and yes, religious. He was the one person I could talk frankly and completely honestly to about anything.

There is so much more I could write about, how he was so proud of his children (all of us) and grandchildren, his hunting prowess, and so many other things that we took for granted, but I said that I would keep this short, so let’s wrap it up.

While I sat in his hospital room Thursday night and watched him interact family and friends for the last time, I was proud to be his son.

Even though he was dying that night, he did it knowing that his time was done, but that he had lived a good life and with Dad being himself to the end. We all sat around the room, with a lot of laughter, many stories being told, but best of all he was surrounded by his family and yes, he kept asking the score of the Yankees game. The one time I wanted the damn Yankees to win a game.

When he took his final breath on Friday afternoon, it was all those things that happen when someone you love dies by those who remain behind. At the same time I was also relieved that Dad was no longer in pain and reunited with his true love, my mom – the day after what would have been her birthday.

My father, who’s name I share – Harold Leighton Shaw is now dead and those of us who loved him will miss him terribly.

Good night Dad, sleep the long sleep well.

As you told me the last time we were together before you went in the hospital, I will live my life well and enjoy the hell out of it.