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June 25, 2005
misanthrope
I'm bugged by people who obsess about food, are slaves to one diet or another, who claim to have gained or lost 5 pounds in anything less than 2 weeks (it's well-nigh impossible), who anthropomorphize the human body ("I ate a hot-fudge sundae to shock my body out of thinking it's in starvation mode, and it thanked me by dropping 1.3 pounds").
Runners who exhort other runners to put on sweatsuits and garbage bags and run around in a sauna as a form of "heat training" should be forced to don sweatsuits and garbage bags and run around in saunas until they drop. Where I live I have no other choice besides "heat training" for 75% of the year, and adding layers of sweat-inducing clothes sounds unsafe as well as uncomfortable. I mean, it's hot enough already. Will the heatstroke add to mental toughness? I've heard it can scramble your brains.
It's been a lousy week in a whiny sort of way. Most of the lousiness came from being on call; I've been woken up by the pager 4 of the last 5 nights (mostly cry-wolf sort of stuff), and I have to work overnight tonight. Separate from the on-call stuff is the Sarbanes-Oxley Act, which is making my job less of a geek paradise and turning it into pure bureau-tech. Because of this Act I have to request permission and justify and triple-document everything that I do so that people who don't understand what I do can ask me questions about it later and let me know how many Sarbanes-Oxley rules I inadvertently broke. Mea maxima maxima culpa. Meanwhile the whole fucking server room could catch fire.
When work gets this lousy it's really hard not to carry it with me everywhere, including all my training runs. The 2nd week of Pfitzinger is done, and I got the miles but not the pace, and some of the midnight pages (and subsequent sleeping through the alarm) had me switching training runs around during the week. I don't know whether it's lack of sleep, or having a tooth pulled Wednesday, or the fact that for the first time in my life I have a sore knee, or the lousy whiny misanthropic work attitude I can't shake, but running was not really fun this week, and my pace was decidedly slower than last week.
Posted by joe positive at June 25, 2005 10:08 AM
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Let's see, unrelenting work schedule, oral surgery, especially shmuggy weather, sore knee...yeah, you're a real "whiner" all right. Sheeeeeeeeeit, I can't claim half othe number of reasons you have for bellyaching and it doesn't stop me. (That's my sideways manner of saying "Hang in there, you're really doing very well" or if you prefer, "You GO GIRL!"
I would suggest, however, that you not compound your agonies by reading certain forums, however interesting its freak-show clientele invariably seems. Nothing to see, here, folks...
Posted by: Mr. Anthrope at June 26, 2005 5:03 PM