I’ve been pulling a Lize Brittin and not writing anything for a long time. Other than my weekly training posts, I haven’t actually written on here in a while. There have been several times when I’ve started writing something, read through what I’ve written, decided it’s no good, and threw it away. I’ve gotten pretty good at shooting crumpled up wads of paper into the waste basket. Then there are times when I’ll start a piece of brilliant writing, get side-tracked and never finish it. But I started this post and man I’m gonna finish it today! That’s the daylight dreamer wishful thinker’s way.
All right. Here we go. I got a sharp pencil and a clean white sheet of paper. Now… What shall I write about? How about running. This is a running blog after all.
My running as of late has been OK. Over the past few weeks I’ve been building up the mileage and my knee hasn’t been giving me the negative feedback like it always used to. Knock on wood it stays that way. I’m still very much out of shape and the knee still has occasional niggles, but I think I’m trending in the right direction.
In November 2024, I switched from working four 10+ hour shifts to five 8+ hour shifts/week. After recovering from the Madison Marathon on November 10, 2024, I’d planned on upping my mileage. By working five 8 hour shifts a week, I could run 10 miles before work, 10 miles after work, and do a 20+ mile long run on the weekend for a cool 140/week. And still manage to catch at least a few hours of sleep at night. But on the morning of November 25, 2024, some nincompoop driver blew a red light, hit me, severely damaged my right knee and killed my master plan. Or at least massively delayed it. After spending several months on the shelf and many weeks of running on and off, I am finally starting to build up a decent mileage base. I’m still a little scared to really throw down the hammer, but if my knee continues to cooperate, maybe in another month or so I’ll be ready to race. Once again, knock on the wood.
That’s about all I’d like to say about my own running. Come to think of it, there really isn’t much to say about running in general. I mean it’s a pretty simple sport. You just put one foot in front of the other. Frank Shorter supposedly said that if he were to write a book about running it would only be one page long.
It’s really discouraging the way people have over-complicated this great sport with things like GPS watches, carbon-plated “super” shoes, heart rate monitors, hydration vests, energy gels, pacers, pacing-lights, etc, etc, etc… Not to mention cheaters. I have become thoroughly convinced that almost all the top runners and a significant number of college, high school, and even recreational runners are using performance enhancing drugs or blood doping. No foolin’ it’s a f*%ked up world. I confess that I, myself, have over-complicated the sport by occasionally juggling while I run (joggling) or kicking a rock. But hey, I only joggle when I don’t have time to practice my juggling any other time during the day.
Back in January, when I wasn’t able to run at all, I learned how to juggle. Juggling is something I do everyday now and it is insanely fun, but very addictive. Almost as addictive as running or chocolate. With a little help from Tayor Glenn’s wonderful tutorials and watching videos of the Juggling Greats (Anthony Gatto, Michael Karas, Doug Sayers), I have been getting better!
Besides juggling work, life, and running, I have spent a lot of time this summer kayaking on Lake Monona and Lake Waubesa. Sometimes I’ll bring my fishing pole and fish from my kayak, but lately the edges of the lakes have been ridden with algae making fishing difficult. Most of the time I sit in the middle of the lake with a cooler full of beers and my portable radio and listen to the (surprisingly good) Brewers. Or I’ll read a book. It is very relaxing, sitting in a kayak in a lake and just reading. I’m currently working my way through a collection of Graham Greene stories and Cujo by Stephen King. I haven’t touched my piano in a while, but I have been listening to a lot of music. Right now, Dave Brubeck and Paul Desmond are banging out some hot riffs. Other music I’ve been jamming out to include Henry Mancini, Bev Kenney, Irma Thomas, Matt Munisteri, Wilmoth Houdini, Gardenia Moon, The Dukes of Stratosphear, and Shel Silverstein. Just to name a few.
I’ve loved Shel Silverstein’s stories, poems, and cartoons since I was a tyke, though it wasn’t until earlier this year that I really delved deep into Shel’s music. Other than Boy Named Sue, (which I think I’d only heard Johnny Cash’s solid, but inferior cover) I don’t think I’d ever listened to him. And wow, what a musician he is! The guy has eight full-length albums covering several types of music—folk, country, hairy jazz, blues, rock—and he does it all as good, if not better than anyone else. My favorite album of his might be the clever and appropriately titled I’m So Good That I Don’t Have To Brag. The album is a recording of live songs with Shel’s entertaining commentary between numbers. Musically it is rather simple with just Shel singing accompanied by guitar and harmonica. But it is filled with that witty satirical humor that is distinctively Silverstein. About ¾ of the way through the set, you get a little taste of melancholy with the song, I Can’t Touch the Sun, a piece that captures that same beautifully tragic feeling he displays so well in his book The Giving Tree.
There is much more I could say about Shel Silverstein and all the other fascinating aspects of my life, but I had intended to keep the topics on this blog mainly about “running”. I’d like to write a few more things and bring this to a more complete conclusion, but why don’t we take a break for now. I think I’ll go make myself a sandwich. I’m gettin’ hungry. Yeah, I could sure go for a BLT or something. I’ll come back later tonight and finish this post. In the meantime, dig this:
Shel Silverstein - Daylight Dreamer:
I started a running blog but then I realized I didn’t have that much to say
That’s the daylight dreamer wishful thinker’s way