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“Why I Sucked in College”

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

I’ve been paying more attention to running lately. If you read letsrun.com you’ve read this already, but it’s a perfect example of what I did wrong in college, and is a GREAT article to read about the classic problem that runners have before they mature as athletes:

“Why I sucked in college”: http://www.letsrun.com/2006/collegesuck.php

1) Run a ton, and if you can’t then run easier.
2) Learn the difference between “fast” and “hard”.
3) Know you can, don’t think you can’t.

Breakfast

Friday, July 24th, 2009

My legs and arms are still tired from yesterday’s roller ski, the first in a long time. I’m thirsty, so I reach up with closed eyes and grab my Nalgene, trying not to spill it on my down comforter like the last couple of nights. It’s been raining lightly during the night and the windows are full of condensation. A roller skier with Rossi boots cruises by at an easy 8am pace.

Back to Strength

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

I’m going roller skiing, thank god. Now that Crow Pass is over it’s time for some pectoralis work. I have only rollerskied 5 times this summer, and haven’t done any strength and can’t wait to get back to it.

Today I have nothing I have to do except work out and study drink recipes. Maybe I’ll do two workouts.

I recorded an unfiltered stream of my consciousness the other night while getting totally thumped by hurricane force winds while trying to sleep in my van. Read if you dare:

http://pkaudio.blogspot.com/2009/07/monster-awakens.html

Harsh Reality at Crow Pass

Monday, July 20th, 2009

I’m writing up here on Canyon road and there’s a sound like a whining toddler out in the woods. Turns out it’s a black bear cub stuck about 60 feet up in a birch tree. Trippy.

Kalgin Koch

Monday, July 20th, 2009

Kalgin Koch

Kalgin Koch, a friend of mine, died on Saturday during the Knoya Ridge Hill Climb yesterday here in Anchorage. He was 22. I read that Kalgin had a heart condition that caused some series of problems for him during the race, and medically trained racers were unable to revive him with CPR.

I coached Kalgin when he was on the track team at my old high school. He was one of those exceptionally talented runners that could have done quite a lot if guided through the proper channels.

I’ll never forget him leading our underdog 4×8 team to barely beat Dimond High at the 2004 Alaska state track meet. To get them to come together as a team I took those four guys on a rambo run on our high school trials a week before the meet and hammered them like a Sergeant into pushups and track drills in the marshes and muck. Then, banking on a psychological strategy against the favorite team, head coach Lisa Keller changed the relay order just before the race. We went out in the woods and secretly practiced the new handoffs and they just scraped out the win. Really fun times, guys.

I recently saw Kalgin for the first time in several years at Mount Marathon over the fourth, and as usual he was all jazzed up. He finished the grueling race without a problem. I feel so sad for that kid. It wasn’t anywhere near his time to go.

I wish nothing but the most support for his dad during the next few years. RIP, Kalgin.

extreme mosh pit

Sunday, July 19th, 2009

I’ll writ about Crow Pass later, but for now, this is WAY MORE IMPORTANT.

FastPacker

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

Everyone that signed up for Mount Marathon got a free copy of Trail Runner Magazine in their race packet. In that issue was an article about “Fastpacking”, which has something to do with packing super light for overnight trail running trips.

While all of my friends are buying into the new pack raft thing like it’s already going out of style, there’s just something about it that isn’t for me. I think it’s the weight and the size and the fact that I’d rather run like a real runner than a waddler with a white water fixation. But the idea that you can run for miles and miles with a night’s gear on your back changes all the rules for the game.

Last year I did an overnight with a friend in an attempt to scout the Crow Pass race trail (which happens to be this Saturday). I carried my summer sleeping bag, a small down sleeping pad about the size of a Nalgene and some peanut butter and squashed bananas (next time knix the bananas). We ran in and camped about six miles in, and ran tempo intervals from there (barely sub-threshold 10 minute intervals for you skiers) the next 5 miles to the river over burley rock slides and non-existent trail markers.

The very first time that I realized that I preferred running over walking was back in the fall of 2004 while traveling in New Zealand. I was in a hard-core hippy phase and refused to buy shoes for more than $20 and had promised myself to hike the entire Abel Tasman track with an even cheaper pair of sandals in order to train my feet not to need shoes. Talk about dirty hippy drool…

After boring myself to tears for three days, I decided to run for a little ways and realized that I could cover the entire trail in only a couple of days. The experience of the trip was instantly 100% more fun!

Exactly five years later, I run the distance covered on that trip in a single workout (25 miles) while also gaining far more altitude. Subsequently, this whole “Fastpacking” thing sounds like a natural progression for people that get bored walking but also want to soak in the life juice from overnight wilderness trips.

But, while magazines will come up with trendy marketing phrases for so much as dropping a donkey, I’d like to say that cruising single track with ultra light economy sounds more like a plain old fast-paced overnight trip to me.

Hmm….I think I’ll call it running.

More to come.

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Edit:
A couple of weeks ago I wrote an article about how having nothing but rich white kids in nordic skiing is holding the sport back. I’d like to clarify that by “rich white kids” I mean anyone that didn’t grow up in the ghetto playing on the metaphorical milk crate basketball hoop.

For the record, I have never met a single nordic skier that I wouldn’t consider a rich white kid.

In the context of tapping the poor masses, you don’t count even if you are working full time and your parents aren’t paying a dime for you to ski. If you even tried to make this argument, then you are absolutely still a rich white kid.

Trying to get my skate boots out for a roller ski. Time to reorganize.

Live More

Tuesday, July 14th, 2009

Today’s run thumped me, and the tiredness is deep. This is the last week before Crow Pass, and it’s the first time in a month I’ve had some focused “quality training”, and only the third time of the whole summer. I’m underprepared but also unstressed. This is an athletic summation of the last five months.

If I was asked back in Fairbanks during Distance Nationals to write down what I wanted to happen this summer, it would go like this:

I will train hard from now until Crow Pass on July 18th. I will use this incredible base to run hard, will run smart after an epic season of learning under my belt, and I will win the race and be the first person to run the 24 mile mountain race in under 3 hours. I can’t lose, and I will ride off into the sunset.

Looking back, this is how it would have read, had it been 100% correct:

I will only run 2-4 times a week until May when I’ll run 3-6 times a week. I will necessarily devote 75% of my day to hard-core family issues while stitching together an exit strategy for my career while finding a new direction. I will spend three weeks meticulously consolidating my life into a mini van, get injured and sick for four weeks, and train hard the last week. Then, I will settle for whatever’th place at Crow Pass and ride off into the sunset.

Learn this. Anyone can make a plan for success, but what’s really hard is to catch all the little lessons that go flying by while the plan is falling apart. As it played out, dealing with all the crud that came along in order to work on my insomnia problem and getting back to my fundamental motives for athletics became much more important than actual training. But diving deeper, it absolutely say it was training.

These two goals were provided some very important ground work for the more traditional goals that I would rather have trained for. I’ll admit that throwing a whole season in the toilet in the name of deep learning was really hard and totally counterintuitive, but sometimes if you want to get anywhere it has to be the logical next step. Losing sleep over races, blowing up early, striving for impossible goals, and feeling cranky and depressed for repeated failures are all possible warning signs that it’s time to work on deeper fundamentals.

To do this I went back to square one by backing off to find out what it was like to just sit on my ass without working out. For example, I made sure that I wasn’t covering up other things with excessive physical activity like an alcoholic with a bottle of scotch. In some ways workouts actually did act like Granddad’s bottle of booze, and in other ways they didn’t. I resolved to ditch the former and focus on the latter.

I also made a conscious effort to honestly re-assess what activities really made me happy, and what activities were sucking more energy than they were providing. For example, try answering this question after taking a week or two two think about it: “If you had to do one thing all day every day for the rest of your life, what would it be?” Sounds simple doesn’t it? Well, I think you’d be amazed at how some people answer that question one way and then turn right around and do something else all day. My first answer was alpine skiing, hands down. I used that as a starting point and meditated on it.

Last but not least, I bit the bullet and quit my job in order to have the time to honestly answer those questions. That was by far the hardest part.

Just like those soccer kids in a Brazilian ghetto, you should be spending 90% of your athletic life psyched to all hell for that next header between the goal posts. I think If you are putting in over 20 hours a week but aren’t exactly dreaming about skipping school to train, then something’s wrong.

Personally, all I do these days is look up at the mountains and think about being surrounded by them. If I take a break from typing right now I can’t help but look up through the coffee shop window to stare at them. Sometimes I even have a hard time driving my car because I can’t stop looking for ski lines or new ridges to run. Every time I get outside it’s totally bomber and when I’m done I’m content to think about other enjoyable things like guitar and friends or family. I don’t get caught up worried about the next workout or how my tired knee is doing. That phase had it’s time and place, but now it’s time to move on.

As long as these things are in line, all the success seems to fall into place. Nice Pat – good work.

I say start growing those roots right now, and at start at a young age. If you’re older then give your juniors the opportunities to answer those questions for themselves but don’t give them your own answers. I wish I had more opportunities to think about things in this way when I was a teenager instead of just trotting around looking for an image to survive. Before you know it those juniors be writing their own training plans and sneaking their own intervals behind your back.

I woke up this morning up Canyon Road on 10.5 hours of sleep, made breakfast and played my guitar with compassion for two hours in the sun. Then I got the second gorgeous mountain run in two days, a professional 3 hour workout with 45 minutes of intensity. Tomorrow is a 7 hour hike to Eagle Glacier and Back. It’s late, I’m floored, and I truly loved it all.

The following gallery is a good example of an average day for me these days.

Rolly and Hob

Monday, July 13th, 2009

Rob Whitney and Holly Brooks got married this weekend here in the mountains above Anchorage. This wedding was big, and not just because there were 320 people. Besides a cragratulations, all I’m going to say is that things went down at this wedding that I never thought I’d see from a bunch of city folk and there is no way that even someone with no filter like me can put up on a public site. It was awesome. Don’t forget, people – “Now you see the light, so *Stand Up For Your Right!”

Congrats you two…

Another one bites the dust...

Another one bites the dust…

Nappy Head

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

For all of you kids that asked me if I was really living in my van last year, well now I actually am. Today was the last day in my trusty old Anchorage apartment and tonight I’m in the mountains in the EuroVan. And yeah, I really am that jobless hippy playing the guitar in the shaggin waggon and showering in the creeks.

Now THAT’s something you high school kids can aspire too. Ironically, it’s a lot like college except I pay my own bills and don’t have to follow anyone’s instructions. Not to mention I also stay clean, cook for myself, and like running in the mountains and roller skiing in my free time. So I guess it’s more like post-grad work in the school of life.

July 1st is my Independence Day! All of my possessions are either precisely placed in my van with significant function, or in one of four numbered boxes labeled “ship to patrick at xxxx” should I require them. I have no responsibilities that require intricate little nit-picky computer brain thinking puzzles that stress me out and keep me up at night. I can finally start focusing on the last phase of my insomnia problem with lots of time off and right brain energy. How nice.

Tonight I’m up on Canyon Road looking up at Flat Top Mountain under a blue bird solstice sky. I finally got a little clear snot in the tissue this evening so the plan is to get off my grungy behind and run as far as possible tomorrow, then take a long post move out nap.

After ankle roll, sickness, and moving out, it will be the second workout in 8 days. Once again, I plan to run as far as I can with natural intensity over technical terrain, breaking the two hour mark and hopefully exceeding the three hour mark. If it’s not in the cards, I’ll cut it short and push for a 3 hour run/hikle with intensity the next day. This is the plan of the van hippy.

yaaaaay nap.

Hey Man, Chill Out

Hey Man, Chill Out