This article by New York Times contributor/writer Gretchen Reynolds sounds good: "The Scientific 7-Minute Workout"
unless of course someone comes up with The Scientific 6-Minute Workout.... Then the 7-minute guys are in trouble...
(click on above image to go to the classic '7-Minute Abs' scene from 'There's Something About Mary')
"No.., no, no not six, I said seven. Nobodies coming up with six, who works out in six minutes? You won't even get your heart going, not even a mouse on a wheel. Seven's the key number here, think about it!"
Proving that even NY Times columnists know that 7 is the key number.
Anyway, I saw that article and totally made me think about the awesome "7-minute abs" scene from 'There's Something About Mary'.
I now truly knows what it feels like to run on "tired legs". After my first getting lost ultra-marathon experience last weekend after a few days I could tell I was good to go (no injuries) so started slowly running again and this weekend was an 18 miler (on good-old flat ground - my specialty :-) ) on Saturday, and some trail running today (Sunday), and my trail running legs were just shot. It was fun to run on "tired legs" though.
So what to do to remedy this situation.... Swimming! Going to go get my swim on this afternoon.
Rim to Rim to Rim to Rim to Rim to Rim to Rim
Whenever you think you are good at anything, there is always something around which puts things into there proper perspective and crashes you back to the reality of how utterly inferior & puny you still are at it. Any ideas I may have had about being good at trail running longer distances (which I haven't had because I am absolutely the *worst* technical trail runner ever) would be / were squashed upon reading this:
How about a little Grand Canyon Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim action (that's right - 6 times!)
Crazy! In this case 6 is the number :-)
Now that I have run an trail race I have noticed the following vibe/difference for me / my twisted thinking between 1/2 marathons, full marathons, and trail/ultra-marathons. I will describe it as the "Camaraderie Scale" (scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being low).
- 1/2 Marathon - Camaraderie Scale: 2 As these are shorter and thus more track-meet'ish and over quicker, there is very little sense of camaraderie - at least in my jerk'ish mind. I want to squash everyone I see/line up next to in 1/2 marathons, and am always looking for angry music on my iPod. Although I always enjoy striking up conversations with people I finished with and also getting it stuck to me as much as I enjoy sticking it to people the last few miles. This is one of my favorite things about the 1/2 marathon - just trying to put the wood to everyone around me the last few miles.
- Full Marathon - Camaraderie Scale: 5 At the start of full marathons I want to pummel most people around me (sorry being honest), thus low camaraderie - and thus again always looking for angry music on my iPod before the race (Metallica usually does the trick). Although by around mile 20 whoever I am running with I feel a sense of camaraderie with as we are suffering at about the same pace (although I still want to squash them).
- Trail / Ultra-Marathon - Camaraderie Scale: 9 In my vast experience (ba-ha-ha - one race), it seems like most everyone is "in it together" as everyone is suffering together and at least in my one race just laughing at the course/how silly it is to try to run that far and with so much elevation gain & loss. And I think that most people seem to mutually understand that they have a screw or two loose to be out doing something so dufus'ish - thus making it all the more fun. Also after the race there are a lot of fun stories exchanged (at least were at one I did).
Funniest race report ever
The funniest race report ever (by a pretty wide margin):
Trevor Wurtele (Professional Triathlete) New Orleans 70.3 Race Report
Can't Touch This
Finally song was digging on the most running this weekend - which the above race report re-reminded me of. How did I not have this cheese-fest of a song on my iPod previously?!?!
The Hammer! Can't Touch This