The Juice Theory of Fitness

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Think of gaining fitness as a similar process as squeezing oranges to make a fresh glass of juice. Each orange you squeeze is a different stage of training in the building-up process of working towards a peak. Each orange you use, you want to squeeze out as much of the juice as possible, because you’re thirsty and you love orange juice. You are willing to squish and grind that orange to make sure every last drop falls into the glass. However, if you are impatient, and you know that you could get more juice quicker by throwing one orange out and moving on to the first squeeze of the next orange, you’re going to run out of oranges. But you’re thirsty, and you want to enjoy that juice now. Although you may be enjoying the sweet and savory taste of that orange juice sooner than you would have had you completed the squeeze of each orange properly, that glass could have been a little more full if you didn’t rush to enjoy the fruit juice of your labor. Instead, you’re done drinking your juice and you’re not satisfied.

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Celebrating A Loss

Celebrating A Loss

2004 Athens

“EL GERROUJ! LAGAT! TO THE LINE! El GERROUJ GOT IT!” When I was thirteen years old, I remember watching the Olympic 1500 final in Athens and having my eyelids peeled back as I stared at the screen in awe. At this point in my running career, I did not fully understand the race’s place in track and field history, and I didn’t have any reason to care. I couldn’t spell El Gerrouj’s name or find Morocco on a map. But when my HS coach told me to watch the best runner’s run at the Olympics and to learn from them, I did as I was told. I have watched that race again and again and again. I know the moves, I know the splits, and I know the commentators description of how the event unfolds. But it wasn’t until I watched the race some four years later that I stopped focusing just on the race for gold, and started watching Rui Silva of Portugal.

This past weekend I flew to the golden coast to chase a regionals time for the 1500 at Mt Sac.  The goal was to run under 3:45, get a little bronzing, and see some pretty girls before heading back to Austin to continue putting the miles in. As you would expect with any California meet, the heat was stacked and it was a great opportunity to run against strong competition. Heading over to the line, I was light on my feet, and my shoes were perfectly taut, all good signs. The race goes off and I settle in on the rail near the front, which is exactly where I wanted to be. I just watched the backs in front of me and checked the clocks: 44-59-74-1:45-2:00-2:46-3:01. Feeling confident I’d achieve the primary goal, I jumped into lane 2 and made a surge. With 100m to go I had a final nitro boost, but would need to swing into lane 4 to use it. But as my luck would have it, a hole opened up on the inside and I shot it. I had been waiting to feel this way again for the last 11 months, and there I was, at the end of a race with fresh legs. I caught up with a pack of guys and just tried to get as many as possible. I crossed the line and knew I ran 3:41.

With 800m to go, Rui Silva is in last place. As El Gerrouj takes the lead and starts dropping the pace, the field follows to try and stay in contact. But Silva just waits. In the final half mile, he is slowly moving up, making a pass and tucking back in, over and over. He is patient and waits to eats up track as the rest of the field fades. On the final straight away, as Bernard and Hicham battle for inches, Silva has run away from the rest and takes a look over his shoulder and finishes with arms held high. As he runs across the line in celebration, he hugs a disappointed Lagat from behind and has the fullest of smiles covering his face. He closes in 146.3 [the fastest in the race] and proudly represents Portugal with the bronze medal.

As my momentum carried my legs past the finish, I began clapping. A huge weight was lifted from my shoulders and I could feel the adrenaline pumping. I ran up to race winner, Patrick Casey, gave him a love tap on the ass and continued back to my teammate, Trevor Van Ackeran, to celebrate together. I’d imagine that the average spectator was a bit confused as to why the guy who came in 5th place was running around so excited, but for me, it was a special moment. I was Rui Silva, enjoying the best loss of my career.

In the moments of frustration with running, we begin to over analyze and search for the reasons of our failures. ‘What am I doing wrong? Why do I do this to myself? How do I fix this?’ There exists the internal struggle of trying to answer those questions of doubt, while trying to ignore those reservations to focus on the future and to maintain optimism. While gaining fitness in the many miles of practice is a challenge of physicality, the ability to translate capabilities into performance is a contest of mind. But after just a few minutes of racing, all of the uncertainties disappear and become an issue of the past, and the only question that remains is, “What’s next?”

2004 Olympic 1500 (link)

Blog #1-Running With Foresight

“As if every thought that tumbles through your head is so clever it would be a crime for it not to be shared.”

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Erica Albright, better known as Mark Zuckerberg’s angry ex-girlfriend in The Social Network pretty much sums up what form the Internet today has evolved into. Can this quote describe the narcissistic nature of blogging any better? No longer are the confines of 140 characters adequate enough to fully dive into the depths of the mind. Well, that’s not entirely why I am deciding to get back into the blogging game, it is because I believe in the power of story telling. I believe you can learn the most from personal experiences. Make a few of the same dumb mistakes again and again and you’ll get trained quicker than Pavlov’s dog to not do it again. But the next best thing to experiencing something for oneself is to hear the story of a lesson someone else learned and to absorb it vicariously through their words.

This realization was prompted by some events that took place last week during practice. After struggling to establish any consistency with my health during the indoor season, I was off to a strong start outdoors in a training sense and actually got some miles and workouts in. On Monday after a shakeout run in some 90-degree weather, I spiked up to do my weekly “speed development” work. It is essentially just touching top end speed for a few seconds at the end of some shorter strides, and then shutting it down. It’s a great way to keep in touch with the sprint systems and get those muscles used to firing at such a fast pace. “If you don’t use it, you lose it,” is definitely a fair cliché to describe the purpose of this practice. However, on my cool down, my gastrocnemius muscle [that big chunk of meat behind the knee at the top of the calf] started to seize up on me. That evening I added a little bit of limp to my step, and while my swag levels were through the roof, pain levels were also uncomfortably high.

That next morning I got up at 6am (Thanks Texas heat!) and felt considerably better walking around, so I joined my teammates for our ceremonious jog on the infield. Well, after a few miles of running, the soreness started to creep back and then a couple of pain stricken strides later and I had to have a little pow-wow with Coach Hayes. Together we reached the conclusion that I should sit this one workout and come back when it made sense. As you could imagine, I went into the training room frustrated that my momentum was temporarily halted, chugged a muscle-milk and got in the ice bath. Fifteen minutes later, when my temper and my man parts were cooled off, I reflected on the morning’s events. In one night I went from acquiring a gimp to being able to jog three miles with relatively low pain (only to be exacerbated by strides). I caught it early, and I was being smart. Rather than allowing this ache to develop into a legitimate injury, I had some foresight to play it conservatively, and even though it sucked terribly in the present, within a few days future-Kyle will be praising past-Kyle for his heroic actions.

Well, that’s what happened. The next day I jogged easy on the Alter-G for an hour, and the next day I did an easy run outside. By Friday the pain had subsided and turned into a weakness, and I was able to successfully complete my prescribed workout. I came back on Saturday to pace some teammates in a 1500 through a 2-flat 800. Needless to say, Coach Hayes and myself were feeling like geniuses by weekend’s time. All this prompted me to issue out the following tweet:

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The Internet has done wonderful things for the sport of Track and Field, and it has arguably been at the center of this recent Golden Age of running (Flotrack-Running Renaissance). I’d like begin to get creative and continue to contribute in a way beyond anonymously telling HS kids on Letsrun that they are ready to break 5 minutes in a mile because they can do 100 pushups with their eyes closed. The more information out there being shared amongst runners, the more lessons we will each learn, and the faster we will all run.