Trader Joe’s stout cooks on my stove for one of my favorite homemade ice cream recipes. I reduce beer, usually Bell’s porter, and mix in chocolate covered pretzels and peanuts. It’s inspired by and ice cream I had a few years back made by Treat Dreams in Ferndale. That one used the Porter from Woodward Avenue Brewery. I’ve kind of made up my own over the course of a few batches.
My most recent kitchen experiment turned out a little more evil than I expected. I pureed the fermented sauce tonight and got about three cups of vileness.
This latest sauce started about a month ago. I fermented scotch bonnet peppers and roasted jalapenos with some carrot and garlic. Last time, I used just salt water for the liquid. This time I used a lighter brine and three quarter cup of kefir whey. I had read that whey can get homebrew veggie fermentation started. It didn’t disappoint.
I covered the fermenting mixture with a thick slice of “sacrificial” onion. After a couple weeks, I pulled the moldy onion off. After that, I think the mixture had fermented enough to not mold again on the surface.
It sat another couple weeks before I gave it the blender treatment. Last time, I used the food processor. When I put that batch through the sieve, a lot of solids were left over and discarded. This time, I used the blender, which left a lot less in the way of solids. Almost all of it went through the metal sieve.
This batch is hot. It only has half a dozen scotch bonnets and five jalapenos, but those peppers put in work. I could feel it in the air when I was grinding it up. But the garlic and the roast on the jalapenos give it some character. Still, a few drops ought to go a long way.
I am training again for the Free Press Marathon, and this time I’m adding weekly track running workouts to the marathon training schedule. So far, middle-pack results — though probably not bad for an early 40s American male.
Tonight was my second try at an inconsistent bit of “speed” work. I’ve been running on the track at the local school, interspersing all-out runs the full distance with half or full distance recovery. Still working up to more grueling workouts. But, I did one I was proud of tonight: a 1:21:12 on the 400 meter. Don’t know if that’s good or bad for a person my age, but it’s the best I’ve done by about 6 seconds. I’ll take it.
When I put that time into a race predictor, it gets me just under 3:45 for the marathon. I put in a 3:53 at Bayshore in 2014. If I could improve on that, awesome. Realistically, though, the Free Press and Bayshore have a lot of differences. The chief ones affecting my time: The sheer number of people at the Freep is maybe four times as much, which slows things down for the first few miles, and the Freep isn’t flat as a pine board. It’s pretty flat, but not as flat as Bayshore’s course.
I haven’t really settled on a goal for the Freep. Finish, I guess. But there’s finishing, and there’s finishing. A 4:00 or less would be great. A 3:50 or 3:45 would rock. Hard.
Maybe this speed work will pay off. We’ll see. It’s still early in the process. It’s week 4 of training. Many runs between now and Oct. 18.
Encouraging. That’s the feeling I’m taking away from yesterday’s 20-miler, my longest training run for the Bayshore marathon.
This training cycle started well. I hit most every run. But I delayed this 20-miler a week, and ran almost nothing for a week in between after an awful experience on my second-longest long run.
Two weeks ago, I did an 18-miler and I think I just pushed too hard. The run went great. I felt fantastic and ran like a champion. For the first 13.1, I missed my half-marathon PR by 20 seconds. I felt like Meb out there. Of course, breezing through 7:40s for 13 is a lot different than running 5s for 26.2, but you get the idea. To each their own pace.
After 13, I slowed to not burn out. I downshifted to 8:15s, still feeling great. I finished 18 in 2:23-something. It was a lot faster than I set out to do and a lot faster than I plan to run at Bayshore. That was my mistake.
I got home, grilled dinner for the family and couldn’t eat. About every fourth really long run (15-plus miles or so), I get GI distress after. I haven’t cracked the riddle of why. I mean, I know all about how my blood has more important work to do in my legs, leaving the guts to fend for themselves. I know that long runs tax the body. I just haven’t figured out why some long runs end in a gurgling belly and others don’t. Maybe that day the heat played a role. I’m sure pushing myself the way I did played a role.
About an hour after the run, the rumblings got the best of me. I vomited. I’ve heard of this happening to runners, but it’s never happened to me. I’ve read the most important time to feed your muscles for healing is the two hours or so after a long run. For the first time, I couldn’t do that. I didn’t eat until maybe four or five hours later and I paid for it in recovery. The next day, my legs were sore and achy. The day after, I felt like I’d run a full marathon — not 18 miles.
I think it’s the worst recovery I’ve had. I didn’t run until almost a week later. Not ideal during marathon training, but you do what you must.
Fast forward to yesterday. It was cool, but breezy. I ran in the middle of the afternoon and the temperature sat in the mid-50s. Perfect. I consciously dialed back — slow and steady. I stuck to my planned pace of 8:45 as tightly as I could. I only really slowed after about mile 17, but even then managed in the 9-9:15 range. During that slower period, I fought off some negative thoughts (“Why aren’t you stopping, idiot?”). But I think a lot of runners work through negativity in longer runs.
In many ways, it was the perfect long run. I finished in about 3:58. If I can repeat that performance at Bayshore, I’ll have more than an hour to do the final and toughest six miles and still finish before the 4 hour mark.
My only major criticism was fueling. I thought I had more gels, but apparently used the last during that awful 18-miler. My gel of choice during this training cycle is watermelon and I really missed it during yesterday’s run. But, I had a handful of dried apricots and a granola bar. They did the trick, but I might have performed better after mile 17 with the electrolytes in the gels. Mental note: Buy gels in the next week.
When I finished, I had gas left in the tank — probably enough to have done a whole marathon yesterday. I didn’t have too much trouble with stairs. No GI problems, I even had enough energy (after a brief nap) to party with friends last night (surprise!, Mrs. Blocletters).
Today, the legs feel great. I did some yoga to work off the tightness. All said, I think a week off did me well.
Bring it, Bayshore.
Cold is now trending in the upper Midwest. Not far behind—wind, ice and snow. Distance runners often revel in withstanding conditions other, more rational, humans won’t. Usually, I do too.
But last year I never toughened up to my usual winter skin. I can’t let that happen again this year. I won’t spend the winter getting dizzy running laps on the YMCA track until I lose count. Ever run a half marathon in tenth-mile bits and bites? Not recommended.
I haven’t run in a few weeks. I ran a 17-miler in California then. I’ll get back to it in a few days. In the meantime, I’ve deliberately underdressed as the weather back here in Michigan transformed from bad to worse. I took my hair down to scalp and skip the hat. I wear ankle socks everywhere. I need to feel the draft. I need to meet the cold face to face, introduce myself and give it a firm handshake.
Winter, bring it. Give me sub-zero degrees so my breath frosts my beard. Give me snow to crunch under my Skoras. Give me grey skies and short days so I need a headlamp to find my way home after a three-hour run.
Spring marathon season calls. Maybe it’ll be Bayshore. Maybe another race. I don’t know. But I’m committed to running like a badass through the winter. Who’s with me?
This year I haven’t run a marathon and it looks like I may not. I don’t have a race on the calendar, and I don’t have an answer when people keep asking when my next race is. It isn’t a good or bad thing. It’s just a thing.
My last race sucked. Balls. That’s the colloquial way to describe it. The most accurate, detached and objective way to describe it: I barely crossed the finish line in like six hours and forty-five minutes. Ultra runners on the same course lapped me and finished 50 miles in less time than I did 26.2. The wife worried. I suffered. I could only drag myself to the finish because at about mile 22 a saint of a woman at an aid station gave me a tube of Biofreeze, which I promptly rubbed over the length of the cinder blocks my legs had become.
I learned that I won’t do another full marathon on a trail unless the elevation change runs closer to zero. I also learned that the longer the marathon lasts, the worse the experience. In order to minimize that suck, I need to stick to roads or flat trails. Do they have marathons on rail trails?
I also learned that, while the validation of running races appeals to me, it sits on the sidelines compared to the satisfaction of actually covering the distances. I don’t require the motivation of a race.
During the 15 or so months since that race, I haven’t slacked off. I’ve covered the half marathon distance or more nine times. That’s a half marathon about every six weeks. That includes four sub-1:50 half marathons—pretty good for me, though my best sits closer to 1:42. It also includes three 18-milers, one of which I smoked (again, for me) at 2:31. The most recent was a leisurely 17-miler on Mission Bay and along the Pacific Ocean in sunny San Diego while vacationing. Heaven.
Those runs have taught me that my legs love half marathons. My body’s in good enough shape that I can cover that distance without training. Those runs also taught me that, even on flat roads, the suffering kicks in as early as mile 15. Another lesson: With the rare exception of an 18-miler at 8:24 pace, the longer I want to run, the closer I need to hew to an 8:30-9 minute pace. Every runner has a sweet spot. I think that’s mine.
At that pace, and with some training and preparation, I see no reason I can’t break a sub-4 hour marathon. I’ve come close. In my first marathon, I missed it by 70 seconds. I know my body a lot better now and my fitness has climbed since then. I will hit that threshold but I don’t think I’ll do it this year. I’m having too much fun just running.
Since spring, I’ve dedicated a large slice of my free minutes to learning Spanish. The intention sat in the back of my head for years, decades even. The action never made a move. Well, that’s not entirely true. The action periodically advanced an inch. But this latest foray is the farthest I’ve gotten on that learning goal since high school. I can say I’ve made progress, and that’s progress.
I think my language comprehension sits about where it did when I graduated high school with three years of Spanish class. I can conjugate hundreds of verbs, learned hundreds of new terms and can translate basic sentences. I still can’t hear in Spanish. When I hear it spoken in a natural rhythm, my brain can’t process quickly enough to understand what’s being said.
Hable despacio, por favor.
A combination of apps, books and web services got me here. The most helpful and useful methods? So far, lots of dedication and the Brainscape Spanish app on my iPhone.
I downloaded Brainscape’s Spanish Verbs app a long while back for $6. I used it often, so often that I wanted the rest of their sequence. That includes vocabulary, verbs, practice with sentences and lessons on “business” Spanish. I hesitated, though, because the broader Spanish app that included all of these things also included the verbs I already paid for. I didn’t want to pay $20 when I had purchased some of those lessons already. Then, the whole thing came up in a daily digest of freebie apps I get.
Brainscape has a clever approach. It presents you with a word or phrase, you tap to see the translation and then you rate how well you knew the answer on a scale of 1 to 5. That answer determines how often a particular card comes up in the future, so cards ranked with 1s and 2s get drilled with more frequency. It relies on honest self-assessment to drill the knowledge into your noggin. For me, it works. I find the verbs sequence most valuable. It covers I think every tense. After upgrading, I’ve spent the most time in the sentence builder sequence. That’s also quite helpful.
The app weighs in at 140 mb. I saw complaints about the size in app store reviews. A dozen high-quality mp3s can take up that much space so, to me, it’s a matter of balancing utility and space. This app’s really useful for the space it takes up. I think much of that heft comes from hundreds of compressed audio snippets of proper pronunciations. That size also means the app stands alone. It doesn’t rely on running to the internet for this component or that, which came in handy on several recent three-plus hour plane rides.
While it does stand alone, Brainscape’s app can also sync with a web component. I study on my iPhone, tap a time or two to sync, and can continue studying on any browser.
Overall, this has made studying a breeze and helped retention immensely. And I’ve only scratched the surface of what’s in the app. It still says I’m at 12 percent mastery, so I look forward to months of studying ahead.
I’ve waited to make the announcement on public social media, but I’m not waiting any longer. My days of daily journalism are numbered. In fact, I can count them on my two hands with fingers to spare.
Starting later this month, I’ll join BNP Media, a business-to-business publisher out of Troy, as editor of National Driller. As you might guess, it focuses on the drilling industry, specifically water drilling but also touching on other areas. I’ll set the agenda for coverage, manage contributors, cultivate more contributors, and find ways to grow and improve the product. I’ll reach out to and try to engage readers using social media. And, I think I’ll have fun doing it.
If you think reading stories about drilling sounds dull, try reading years of Kwame Kilpatrick coverage and Martha Stewart columns. No different. I’ve worked at The Detroit News for almost five and a half years. It’s past time for a change and this is it.
Plus, it’s a day job. Years ago, I went to college to improve my lot in life. At the time, I was working a lot of night shifts. Well, professional life in my chosen field has meant more night shifts than I care to count. My schedule had improved somewhat lately, but still could be unpredictable. A 9-5 or 8-4 job means more time with my girls (both of them, at the same time). I already know I have Christmas off. This year and next, and the one after. And that’s not something I could say working at a newspaper.
It’ll be a big change.
I wish my ink-stained newspaper brethren the best. I learned a lot and it was fun while it lasted. I’ll always have a soft spot for newspapers, but it’s time for me to move on.
This Saturday is the North Country Trail Run marathon. I’m excited about another notch in the marathon belt and stoked that my street team (i.e., wife and daughter) will be there to support me.
And I’m totally stoked about the ginormous medal they’ll hang on my neck at the finish line. The race newsletter describes it:
They certainly are not very much like the traditional race medal you receive. We believe the uniqueness of each medal only adds to their beauty and ruggedness. North Country also believes it is important to work with U.S. companies and hope to inspire other races to work with local artists and US labor to bring a greater percentage of race medal production back to the US. Last year’s medal weighed 11.5 ounces while this year’s weighs more than 16 ounces. And, no two medals are alike because each is handcrafted.
Wha? 16 ounces? That’s nuts. This one’s going to make diminutive 3- and 4-ounce medals from my other races. Rock. There are pictures on the race’s Facebook page. These neck-breakers are also American made. Mom would be proud.
Beyond the pre-race anxiousness and jittery feelings of whether I trained enough (or how well so much road training will translate to trails), I’m also excited to get this damn taper overwith. Seriously. I’ve run 3 miles in the last two and a half weeks. I keep thinking, Oh, wouldn’t today be a nice day for a run? And then my taper conscience kicks in. Why don’t you go stretch? Or eat some fruit? That little voice can get so annoying. I just want it to go away, and the only way to do that is to finish Saturday.
As an aside, I wish Daily Mile had a taper toggle so I didn’t get those sad emails asking me where I’ve been.
In non-running news, I’ve been deluged with spam at my blocletters email address. Spammers should die.
Also, I’m slogging through the Game of Fire and Ice series. About a third of the way through book two, A Clash of Kings. Love it. So much more reading than I’m used to. I read reams at work, so my eyes usually rebel at leisure reading. I’m still reading, and that speaks to how much I enjoy the story.
I can’t wrap up a post without the obligatory shot of girlie. This one’s at a nearby park. I helped her climb this green rope ladder, and she was so self-satisfied I had to snap a picture. I can’t believe she’ll be 3 years old soon. It seems like just yesterday I could easily cradle her in my arms. Now, she’s 3 feet tall and rising.
Running 26 miles will be totally worth it to see her at the finish line screaming “Go daddy go daddy go daddy go!”