Thoughts on me.

Hello! Some of you know me/have met me or what have you. Those that have met me could probably tell you that I’m rather quiet in social situations; an introvert that doesn’t always like small talk. Not unfriendly in the least, just quiet. My friends like me for my quirkiness and dry humor and being ridiculously knowledgeable about all sorts of topics. Among folks I’ve known longer in small groups, I’m perfectly fine chatting and talking at length about this or that.

That all being said, I am terrible at chatting up women. I can see a girl I’m attracted to while I’m out or whatever, and even if I do end up saying hi if our paths cross, I can never seem to follow up. I feel like I’m held back by some force that is likely simple shyness. I’m perfectly content by myself, but I’d like (obviously) to find someone to date. It isn’t as if I haven’t had gfs in the past. My longest relationship was three years. But one thing or another didn’t work out, as they do. It’s been more than a year than I’ve gone on more than one date with someone. In all honesty, It’s been since last August since I even went on what I’d call a date.

I’m also a bit emotionally “neutral” as my ranges of emotion don’t go up or down very much. I don’t get super excited about stuff that much, and likewise don’t often get sad. Sometimes I feel like that comes off as me being stoic or disinterested in things or people, and it really isn’t. That’s just how my brain works. I’m not free of affectations, I smile, laugh and have genuine facial expressions when responding to conversations or scenes on a TV show, etc… I simply don’t react much.

I don’t like to burden folks with the ‘pouring out a little of my soul’ but sometimes one needs to seek advice to keep from over-thinking and getting down in the dumps as I tend to do sometimes.

So besides the typical “Go out and talk to people” type advice, what is there for me to do to change things? I don’t meet people at work because I work with just my boss in an office and most of my time outside of work is spent at home in the evenings while I occasionally go play pub trivia with some friends. I obviously also do my races and reenactments but I don’t often meet new people for much the same reasons as I stated above.

Just feeling a bit lost.


London, West Coast and Sparta

I told you I’d forget about this and not post for several days.

Anyway, I’m back.

And popping in my TARDIS again for 2013, I went to London for the third time in May. Super awesome time, despite it being only for a couple days. Got to see a couple things I hadn’t before, hung out with Chelsea in America folks and met several past Chelsea players including Dennis Wise, Bobby Tambling, David Lee and ‘Chopper’ Harris. Met Frank Lampard also! Went to the last game of the season against Everton, where we won 2-1 with goals by Mata and Torres. After that it was the end-of-season lap of honor, where they also paid tribute to Paulo Ferreira for his years of service as a player, seeing as it was his last competitive match with Chelsea (his contract was up).

I also (of course) got to ride the Tube, which I love for some inexplicable reason. I snagged some Tube 150 swag at the London Transport Museum since I’m a nerd and it’s the 150th anniversary of the Underground in 2013.

And in late July, I went to Los Angeles and Las Vegas for a week’s holiday. Spent the first couple days in LA, staying in a cool B&B in Hollywood. ( Saw Santa Monica and Venice Beach, drove down the PCH to Malibu to see the sunset and drove on a wicked-fun canyon road in my zippy little rental car. Saw some other cool Los Angeles sights, including the tourist traps on Hollywood Blvd but also hiked Runyon Canyon, which was one the best things I did.

I drove to Las Vegas, which actually was more enjoyable than I thought it would be, since there was some lovely, (if desolate) scenery the whole way. I had never been on the west coast or in a proper desert before, so it was all very new and amazing to me.  I went to Vegas to meet up with some other Chelsea in America folks for a gathering that would become annual. Just hanging out, relaxing and meeting some former players (David Lee and Gareth Hall) and also Neil Barnett (aka Spy) who had all flown in from the UK. There was also Lizzy from the Chelsea Football Fancast who had flown in, who I had briefly met in London back in May.

We stayed at the and what a fantastic hotel that is. Right in the heart of the Strip though, you might never really need to leave the hotel as almost anything you’d need is there. Other than cheap food. Did a touch of gambling, and I should’ve just stopped when I was ahead, but oh well. I didn’t lose that much. Went to a nightclub, and hung out with the players and even drove Spy to Hoover Dam and took the tour with him. Had some intriguing conversations about what he thought of the players and what would come of the new season for Chelsea.

I had to drive back to Los Angeles to get my flight, which kind of sucked, but that was the only way to get my free flight (card points). (Incidentally, LAX is a shit hole). I actually got to the airport almost 10 hour early (to drop off my rental car without a penalty charge) so I checked my bag and hopped a bus to a local mall and saw a couple movies to kill time. (Go see “The Conjuring!”)

Fast forward to late August! Super Spartan Virginia 2013!

I had been looking forward to this race for a long while. I think I first signed up for it in May or June and did my best to train for it, though I will admit I could’ve done a LOT more and it might have made things easier in hindsight. Mostly I ran a lot, averaging 10-12 miles a week with a few more miles/week here and there. Looking back, hiking Runyon Canyon even just that one time might have helped prepare me mentally for what the Spartan Race ended up putting me through, because both featured quite steep inclines (and amazing views). Though Runyon had “stairs” made from railroad ties which helped, the Spartan did not for the most part.

So, the race (if you’re not familiar) is an “endurance adventure” race featuring tough terrain features and a lot of man-made obstacles. The course itself is a little more than 8 miles long and was situated on the Wintergreen ski resort near Charlottesville, VA.   I arrived by bus from the primary parking lot and had my bag checked. It was 11am or thereabouts and folks had already run the race and were in the process of doing so (about 3700 people ran the race in total over the course of just Saturday).  There were several tents and things to see in the “village” around which the start and finish areas were situated.  Every 15 minutes, another 200-person “wave” started on the race, so the course wouldn’t get crowded.

I got myself “marked” (my bib number sharpied onto my arm) and stretched for a good 30 minutes. Incidentally, and something that made me laugh to myself is that in the packed that came with the headband and my bib, etc, is the injury disclaimer (you also had to sign a waiver). It says, to paraphrase, that there is the very real chance of serious injury or death by participating in the race. Honestly, that kind of got me charged up. Serious business!

I learned that the race was indeed no joke not even five minutes in.  My wave started at 115pm. I looked around at some of the folks running in my wave, and there were clearly more fit folks, but also some who appeared less so.  Several groups were in teams and many more, like me, were solo or running with a buddy. A friend was going to run the race with me but he ended up having a family engagement interfere, which was unfortunate, but what can you do?

The guy at the start got us pumped up with music and motivational chanting (“I am a Spartan!” and the Spartans’ ‘profession’, “AROO!”).  Then the race began!

We started by going around a corner and down a small hill under an overpass. That was when the recurring theme of this race would begin. Hill-climbing.  It wasn’t a steep one to start, but we were immediately faced with our first obstacle, an ‘under-over’ one where you crawl under a low bar and then hop over a 4′ wall. Not too tough at all. (all the while a big sprinkler was making it rain, so it was slick and a bit muddy) Then more climbing up the first hill. Almost no one was jogging at this point already. Not even five minutes in. The hill became a tad steeper, but wasn’t too high. At the top it leveled off and we could jog for about 150 feet or so to the next obstacle, 6′ walls and popping through holes in walls. Getting over the 6′ wall wasn’t as hard as I imagined it might be, I was pleasently surprised with myself for the ease with which I went over the top by just basically doing a pull-up and swinging my legs over.  The through-the-hole wasn’t tough really, grab the top of the wall, put your legs through first and the rest of you follows. After a couple of those, we could run a tad more to the next, genuine bit of mud on the course.  Big pits (30’x20′ and about 3-4′ deep) that you had to climb a berm to get into and were being sprayed and filled with water. So the water was muddy and up to my waist, trudge through then climbed a muddy berm to the next one and so on.  It was all rather exhilarating and I was really having fun. Like I had said before, I don’t know where I hatched this endorphin addiction, but I was really liking it, and this race was amping me up.

After the pits, it was down, down, down a hill.  Remember I said we were at a ski resort? Yes, we’re running up and down ski courses/hills. So from where the mud pits were to the bottom of the hill there was easily a 400 foot negative elevation change over the course of a quarter mile or so. Maybe more, maybe less. It took some doing to not stumble while going down and still try to go with some speed.

At the bottom of the hill, the course turned into the woods along the hill.  In the woods, we followed a path back UP the hill. For a 1/4 mile or more. It was a little slick from mud, but not so bad. It took a good ten-fifteen minutes to get back to the top.  Then once we were at the top, we were back in a cleared area where the chairlifts came up the hill. And the course…went down the hill again.

And back into the woods at the bottom of the hill to go BACK UP. Another 15 minutes climbing through the steeper and slicker wooded area. This time there was a small creek running down the hill, so people stepping in that, and the fact that it crossed the path several places made the course a bit muddier and a tad more treacherous. I started finding myself hauling myself up the hill using the trees. This time, when we came out of the woods, we didn’t go down, we went UP even further. Another cleared area, obviously a steep ski slope, the angle on this hill was fairly extreme.  I’m not sure what the distance and angle was, but you had to lean forward at times to keep your balance.  At the top of the hill, was the two-mile mark and a water station. I paused and had a couple cups’ worth and kept on going.  Back into the woods and DOWN the hill.

This hill was not as extremely steep, but you had to keep your head about you as some spots were slick. I used the trees again to slow myself down and brace myself as I went on. There were some spots where you could jog for a good 100 feet or so, and then the path would become too knotted with tree roots and twisty so that you were forced to walk.  Around one corner, the course dropped (yes, dropped) into a very steep hill that you had to basically had to slide down on your butt and then you could stand back up and walk your way down with the aid of the trees. This is where the wooded areas started to become rocky. I got lost a long with another guy at one point, completely missing the course markers. lots of boulders now, along the soggy trail. At the bottom once again, the course opened up into another ski slope and we had to go up for only a bit before the next obstacle came upon us. Sandbags!

So the men had to pick up and haul a 30 pound sand bag around a small circuit (Maybe 300 feet?) up a little more of this same hill, and back down again where we re deposited the sandbags where we started. Up a little embankment and under a fence, we were immediately at the next “obstacle”, which was a water slide into muddy water! The pool at the bottom was quite cold, which was really refreshing. The sun and the exertions up and down the hills had started to wear on me a bit.

Up and around a short path, down some rocks was the next obstacle. Another pool of muddy water, this time there were three rows of inner tubes strung across the pool which you had to wade to and dive under, for each line of tubes. Then up a berm and wade into another pool of muddy water for good measure.  Then, into the woods and UP A HILL.  The beginning of this hill was a absolute muddy mess, as the water from all the folks who’d gone before us had saturated the first 30 feet of this trail to the point of the ground being the consistency of melty ice cream. But up up up we went, passing folks who had paused to catch their breath, I pressed on, determined. I had reached the point (probably aided by the water immersion) where I couldn’t feel the fatigue in my legs, so It was just, go. So I went.  Part of this wooded area leveled off as we turned a corner and we ended up in an open area, crossed over a culvert that was strewn with boulders to another wall. 6′ I think it was, I can’t remember. But I got over it quite easily, surprising myself yet again. (I’ve got better upper-body strength than I realize!)  After this obstacle was the 4-mile mark. Another water station. Then the spear-throw.

I had to wait a moment while the volunteers collected previously thrown spears of the last group, but the guy before me missed his, so he had to go do 30 burpees in an area adjacent to the hay-bale targets. I picked up my spear and heaved it…and it stuck! Woo! No burpees for me. Next up, almost immediately were climbing of cargo nets.  It was tougher than it looked at first, but once I gained the balance I needed I navigated up and over the first one, then the second.  I felt a little bad for not stopping to help someone behind me, but there were plenty of folks doing the same, so I figured I might as well keep going. After the two sets of nets, was the barbed wire course.

The course consisted of a 100 or so foot long and 40 foot wide (muddy) track of (real) barbed wire that you had to crawl underneath. The wire was suspended about 2 feet off the ground so there was some wiggle room, but you had to stay on all fours. There were spots however where the terrain brought the height of the wire down a bit and you had to crawl prone to get underneath it.  After the barbed wire were more mud berms and pools of water. One of the pools had a wall in the middle of it that you had to submerge yourself to go underneath it. After the pools and mud, MORE BARBED WIRE.  This time, there was a curve in the course of the wire, which made rolling on your side through it (a tactic for simplifying getting through it) a little tougher, as you had to turn.  Barbed wire done, down a hill for a bit, and climbing (or as I did, vaulting) over some round hay bales.

Down then into an open area, not so steep to the monkey bar cage. I wiped my hands off in the grass before hand so they weren’t too soggy.  Lots of people were off to the side doing burpees. Clearly they had failed the monkey bars and I was a little wary myself. Surprising myself again, I navigated the bars, one after the other very deftly and moved on!  Down and around…into more woods.

After that was where the course started to get genuinely hazardous. We started trudging through creeks and streams first up, then back down. Over genuine boulders that were in this creek, along with mud on the rocks left behind by others. Down through the creek all the way to the bottom, then up a bit to the next obstacle. Log flipping…literally. Pick up a log at one end that’s easily 200 pounds and flip it twice or three times for about 15 feet.  Then onward…up a hill.

Another *very* steep hill up a chairlift clearing. The climb wasn’t too bad on this one, but the steepness alone made it tough. Then into some woods and down an equally steep incline that was slippy too due to the ground being wet. Over some rocks too, and we emerged from the woods to…climb UP and Up and UP and UP some more. No obstacles. The hill here was an obstacle. I don’t know the angle of this slope…or how far we had to go to get to the top (easily 1/3 of a mile or more). It was tough any way you sliced it.  It had to take at least 30 minutes to make it up that hill. Had to pause for a few seconds along the way. I pushed on, and at the top, the view was amazing. And there was a water station! And…an obstacle.

Blocks of concrete tied to ropes that we had to lift by pulling the rope.  It took me a while to do this, and this above anything so far, really tested my upper body strength. I did it though. My hands burned a bit from the rope, and I treated myself to another cup of water.  I also noticed that my ankle was bleeding.  Apparently those times I had waded through muddy water some little stones or sand had 96627_3d169a898da4611f813d56d1d7da3456_LogZonerubbed where my shoe hit my Achilles tendon area and rubbed it to the point of bleeding. Whatever. I kept going….down the hill.

We only went about halfway back down that hill, to a 7′ wall obstacle. I helped one girl over by giving her a footrest and boosted her over. Someone volunteered to do the same for me and I got over no problem.  Next, almost immediately we had to pick a log and then go down a hill for 200 feet or so and then back up again. That was tough. Had to keep going though, because it was right back up another effing hill. And down. And through some woods back Up. Then immediately at the edge of a steep wooded area, the 8′ wall. Made it up, but couldn’t swing my leg over. Someone boosted my other foot and I was clear! And a little level area….then another hill….  …. … … Another big, steep one.

Yer killin’ me smalls.

Mile 7 was at the top of this hill. “One mile till beer”, the sign said.  My kind of motivation!

And going back down this hill was an amazing sight. Service-wounded vets who were determined to do this race were on their way down the hill at the same time. A group of them with amputated legs and arms were making their way down slowly but surely.  One woman had a traditional “foot” kind of prosthetic leg and another had a “blade” type. One poor guy had no legs at all, and was being carried in a backpack by one of his buddies. Each of them was being assisted, but they were doing it. Great stuff.

At the bottom of this hill, the course went down a muddy slope to the tractor pull. Which is where you pick a cinder block tied to a chain, and pull it around a little course and return it to where to started.  Then back up a hill, but not nearly as steep, and we were near the end!!  It was still starting to wear on me, these hills. I was getting low on the ol’ reserves.  Next obstacle was the inclined wall, which you had to go up, backwards. Meaning the top of the wall was the part you started with and then you slid down after getting over the top.  Slipped on the first step but managed to get over.  Up a little further was the one obstacle which I dreaded and copped out on, the rope climb.  I hung my head in shame and did 30 burpees.  Up and at ’em! Still more to do.  More hill.

Then the peg wall. Where you have a vertical wall, sort of lick a rock-climbing wall, but you go horizontally across it rather than up. There was too much mud on the foot pegs and I fell off almost immediately. 30 more burpees.  But the finish was LITERALLY right around the corner!

But there was more in the way.   Another dip in a muddy pool! And over another inclined wall covered in mud right after. Thankfully, there were ropes to help and I got over easily.

There was the finish! Buckle down for the last bit! I had to jump over a line of burning logs and then through the gauntlet of folks with pugilism-sticks…and ACROSS THE LINE. Yay!!IMG_1103[1]

I got myself a lovely blue medal with the Spartan helmet and a banana and about 4 cups of water. I HAD FINISHED!! But I was too worn out to be terribly elated.  I retrieved my bag from the bag check-in and went to the “showers” (read: high pressure hoses) to clean up.  I had caked on mud all over. When I got home I took another shower and still had plenty of mud to scrub off.  I picked up a cool tshirt on my way out after drying off and changing clothes and made my way home. I was a Spartan! No one can take it away from me. I had done it!

It was the toughest physical test I had ever endured.  I managed to finish in 4 hours, 34 minutes. Which I found out later was more than 30 minutes AHEAD of the average finish time. Hell yeah!



May Day 5k

So, in the intervening time between my first race (Four Courts Four Miler) and this one, changes occurred. First and most importantly, I felt “hooked” on running.  Something inside me switched on.  With the weather getting nicer, I was running outside in my neighborhood, experimenting with different routes around to make up a 5k-distance course.  I decided treadmills were boring.  You can’t feel the wind on your face or get chased by dogs or nearly hit by cars running on a treadmill.  Running outside is more exhilarating.  Whatever it was that switched on made me think “runrunrunrun” unconsciously at random moments throughout the day and especially at quittin’ time at work. 

Next, I didn’t feel like running was as much of a chore anymore. It could be kind of dull at times, but you could see the scenery go by outside and push yourself to become more healthy, which was my primary goal.  I really wanted to not become a workaholic loaf like my dad can be.  He works hard at his job, but he puts a lot of time into it and there is no longer anytime for anything else it seems, including any kind of exercise.  He used to, when I was younger, but I suppose he got busier and had to change his habits.  That and he eats terribly. I love to eat and come from a very much food-loving family. And there’s zero wrong with that.  I, however, do not want to be an unhealthy loaf when I get older, so I am determined now to stay healthy and push myself to gain not only that, but challenge myself where I never thought I would at any other time in my life.

I had previously worked at Starbucks for nearly 7 years as a manager, and transitioned into a desk job. This opened up a lot of new-found time given a steady and predictable schedule in the afternoons, which I took advantage of to exercise since I was noticing a physical change once my sedentary job set in. This enabled me to train and do the first race, and continue with this new-found hobby after.

I had started to run with old trainers that I had lying around and no real running shoes per se.  I then, one day, saw at REI Vibram Five Fingers shoes.  I’d seen others wear them and wanted to try them out.  Bought ’em, enjoyed wearing them, and then, tried running with them.  I found it was actually fairly easy to do.  I basically run on my forefoot and hardly touch my heel to the ground or not at all.

I started running with the Five Fingers on the regular, and apart from the occasional blister and funky smell, enjoyed running with them.  My neighborhood is rather hilly, so I got a lot of use with them up and down the terrain.

My next race was kind of on-the-fly, as I was expecting to attend a Civil War reenactment the same weekend.  When attendance to that was expected to be low (and it was local, and thus, easier to get too) I opted out of one day and signed up for the local Lake Ridge Runner’s May Day 5k. 

The Ridge Runners is a fair sized group of local runners who meet several times a week in the area to run neighborhoods, etc.  I think I started running with them in April and try my best to go out at least once a week to do one of several courses they do.  It was a good way to get advice too, from folks who’d been running far longer than me.  On what to eat, best practices, etc.

The race was held on May 4th in the Oakwood neighborhood here in Woodbridge.  It was a crisp morning, so I kept a jacket handy and wore my Vibrams.  I took mental notes of what others wore, like compression sleeves and other types of shoes, etc.

The course wove its way through neighborhoods and finished where it started.  The hills encountered were fairly steep, but not too bad. The first one encountered in the first half-mile was the worst, and once past that, the steepness of the other hills wasn’t the issue as much as the duration of the elevation changes.  I felt the need to slow and walk a couple times for about 10-15 seconds, but I motivated myself and kept going.  My final time was 26’40” (I think, I wrote it down on my bib, which is at home). Not bad for only my second race. 

I grabbed a banana they were handing out and hung out for a bit with some folks I know, and then dipped out to go home, as Chelsea weer playing later in the morning and I had to shower before I drove up to Arlington to catch the game.

2 down…

One foot in front of the other.

I was never an athlete when I was young.  When I was a kid, I was more often found in the woods behind my parents’ house damming up the creek with rocks or playing video games. I was terrible at sports and Phys-Ed at school and got the usual childhood grief from other kids who were better.   I had asthma, used an inhaler and when I tried to run the mile in high school once, my douchebag of a Phys-Ed teacher wanted me to do it over because I ran it too slow.  Meanwhile I was gasping for air and not exactly enthusiastic about running (or attempting to run) in the first place.

I participated in marching band in high school and at college at Indiana University of Pennsylvania, which was the closest thing to athletic activity I’d ever done.  In college I wasn’t fat per se, but I wasn’t skinny either.  (Chicken wings are DELICIOUS) After college, I really started to take notice of my weight. I’m reasonably tall at 6’1″ and have an average, if gangly build. And then, weighed about 200-210 pounds. Which doesn’t’ sound like a lot, if you’re a football player.  I wore extra large shirts, size 36 jeans, etc. Once again, not fat/obese per se, but there came a point where I was too chubby for my own liking.

So I took my health into my own hands. I began (in 2006) with a drastic change in my diet. No sugar. Whatsoever. Not even ketchup, which has normal sugar (dextrose) as well as high fructose corn syrup.  I stopped drinking soda altogether. I worked for Starbucks then, which as we all know, has many different sugary offerings which I could get for free while working, so I had to be disciplined. Overall I was. I also started exercising as best I could. I would take walks around the neighborhood, and sometimes I’d sprint up the hills or try to jog some of it. I hated every moment of it, but got this strange exhilaration afterwards which I later discovered to be an endorphin high.

So for more than a month, I nixed the sugar and exercised. I could’ve done better, but it was better than nothing. For my entire life up until that time, I had never cared what I ate and in general, ate hearty portions. My drastic diet change with no sugar completely changed how my body processed food, even if I still ate big portions, and I started losing weight.  I didn’t track how much weight I lost over a certain span of time, but when I started noticing my normal size 36 pants were much too big, I began to notice.

Over time, I had lost upwards of 30 pounds. I weighed 170ish and wore a size 32 and medium T-shirts. Even dress shirts, I went from a 16 1/2-17 to a 15-15 1/2. My mom always fretted that I was losing too much weight and wasn’t eating, etc, which was nonsense, I was eating.  The thing was that I was simply burned a bunch of fat that had been there for a long time, she and everyone else was used to how I looked before and now I looked rather gaunt in comparison, though not unhealthy.

The difference was, that I was skinnier, but not necessarily fit.

After I moved to my current residence in 2008, I took advantage of their gym. Used the machines and the treadmills, but it was very sporadic and not regimented in the least bit. I still couldn’t do a mile without slowing to walk and while I was over my asthma, I still was so out of shape it didn’t matter.  I slowly got better and eventually could do a 5k on the treadmill in about 40 minutes. Steadily my body got more acclimated to exercising and I got in better shape.

In February of this year, one of my Chelsea FC buddies posted on facebook about a race him and his gf were going to do in Arlington, which was sponsored by the pub we all go to.  I figured, I love that pub, so I’ll support them by participating.  So I registered. And it was two weeks away. Me, who had never liked running was going to run a race that not only was my first, but a longer distance than I’d ever even attempted (4 miles). The dweeb I was in high school, not being able to run a whole mile, was long gone.  (It only took 15 years)

So I took the occasion of the race and I actually trained for it. I made the distinct effort to put my mind to it and charge in.  I ran on the treadmills in the gym and did my best to run as long as I could without stopping. After a couple attempts, I was able to do an entire 5k distance without slowing to walk. There was something in me that was beginning to emerge.  Perhaps I had a hidden athletic talent that had long been ignored or unrealized until now.  Or perhaps I was a budding endorphin junkie.

In any case, I ran several times a week until race day and I figured I was as ready as I could be.

(Holy shit this is long, I’ll do each race and thoughts individually!)