Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Rant about something minor

Okay, now you know I'm feeling better, cuz I'm pissed off.

I had a switch on a lamp break. The lamp's 60 years old and I expect to hang onto it for another 30, so I went out to find a replacement part. I live in an older blue-collar neighborhood, where we try to fix things, rather than throw them away and buy newer inferior goods. My neighborhood hardware store, which was famous for having everything - including spare vacuum cleaner parts - got bought out by a major chain after the owner developed Alzheimer's, so I went to the nearest big box store (you know the one) and dug through a bin of lamp sockets. All but one of them were broken; they were so cheap, they didn't even survive the trip to the store. In order to have the lowest-priced goods, they stock goods that are just barely held together; my old one was brass, the ones being sold were electroplated cardboard with plastic moving parts - it would take a molecular sieve to put any less metal on them.

I went to another place. Same story. I briefly considered going through junkyards to find what I want (My neighborhood junkyard was recently bought by the St. Paul Port Authority as part of a gentrification program, by the way).

Because I live in a metropolitan area of 2000000 people, there is a place that specializes in lamp repair; those of you who live in remoter areas - good luck with your tickytack lamps. I had to wait until they were open (lamp repair not being a major business) and then drive the 20 miles to get the part I wanted. They exist to restore $20000 Tiffany lamps to $30000, so their idea of profit margin is somewhat skewed, but they had what I wanted.

So I bought the part and made the repair and it only cost me a two day wait, 50 miles of driving and twice the cost of a new lamp.

There is a world between those who change residence every 5 years and don't bother moving their lamps, but buy new ones to suit the new decor and those who buy lamps as investments and status symbols to decorate the mansions they serve rather than inhabit. We tend to think that the people who hate America because it's destroying their way of life live in quaint villages in remote areas, but I'm thinking I'm becoming one of them.

And it's not even a lamp I like.

Monday, November 9, 2009

On the Mend

Now that I'm recovering, I'm finally willing to admit that my illness was much more serious than I suggested. Originally told it was not H1N1 flu, later I found out the test was a false negative; add a strep infection and I had the flu with complications that were life-threatening for a couple of days. It's probable that if I hadn't developed an unusually high lung capacity from training I would've been put on a respirator at some point as my lungs filled with fluid.

Today I can walk a quarter mile before I have to stop and rest and I can make it up a flight of steps - but not if I'm carrying anything. I expect to run for the first time in 6 weeks at the end of this week or the beginning of next week.

I took down the poll about what I should train for next year because I may not be able to do any racing at all until late next year. It's going to be a long, long way back and I've considered retiring for good. I know everyone expects that I'm going to shake this off quickly and will be running some crazy race soon, but right now, I'm feeling pretty fragile.

Hope to see some of you on the trails before year's end. Just don't expect me to be up front.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Thinking Aloud 6: Carboloading history

So far in this series of posts, I've talked only about food and I want to transition to exercise. The one place where the two clearly overlap is the process of carbohydrate loading. I've discussed it before, so much of this is repetition.

When I first started running, everyone talked about "hitting the wall" in the marathon and carboloading, but now it's rarely talked about. Part of the reason is that, when I ran my first marathon, the average finish time was 3:40 (and only 10% of finishers were women) and they shut the clocks off at 4:30; today 4:30 is better than average. If one runs slowly enough, one doesn't run out of muscle glycogen, which is what hitting the wall is all about, so it's only a concern for those who are trying to run the distance as fast as they possibly can, rather than to finish comfortably or just finish. The first major proponent of carboloading was Ron Hill, who found that his finish times with it were 2:12-2:15 and without it 2:20-2:25; if he didn't tailor his diet for the race, he involuntarily slowed to his usual training pace around mile 20 (still 6 minutes per mile) or slowed dramatically with 3 miles left (about 7 minutes per mile). Most people aren't worried about 7 minutes in a marathon, so they don't bother.

Muscles store carbohydrates in the form of glycogen, which cannot be restored during the time of a race. Typically, average runners have enough glycogen stored to last about 13-17 miles, those who have trained for a marathon slightly more, but not enough for 26 miles; they are able to finish the marathon, however, because glycogen is not the sole fuel used in running (in fact, the majority is fat, regardless of pace, beyond 30 minutes of exercise).


Gunvar Ahlborg in the 1960's experimented with the idea that one could cause muscles to store more carbohydrate than usual. The idea was that, if one depleted muscles of glycogen, the cellular machinery would go into overdrive trying to scavenge as much carbohydrate as they could. Then one would flood the body with carbohydrate and the glycogen stores would build dramatically before the body recognized that there was no longer a shortage. This would only work because, once glycogen is stored in muscle it can only be used by that muscle during exercise (liver glycogen can be used for energy anywhere it is needed); it is trapped. His plan was to have runners deplete their muscles with a long run, then eat a diet low in carbohydrates for three days to ensure depletion, then eat a very high carbohydrate diet for three days. The procedure worked; runners were able to store as much as three times as much glycogen this way.

This was the standard for about a decade, when others started to question whether it was the best way - or only way - to achieve these results. Many runners found that the low carb diet made them irritable and lethargic and they abandoned that part of the plan with no adverse effects. Later experiments found that the amount of improvement in glycogen storage differed dramatically among runners and that the original procedure worked best for those who were not trained athletes; it appeared that well-trained runners depleted as well during those three days by running as they would by a low carb diet.

The biggest change in thinking about carbohydrate loading came from a study in 2002 at Western Australia University. They found that one could double glycogen stores in one day. The method was to run about 1 mile pace for 2-3 minutes, then follow that with an all-out sprint and then consume huge amounts of carbohydrate (mostly liquid) within 2-5 hours. This method has some distinct advantages, but is uncomfortable to follow - in trying it, I found myself ingesting a gallon of water containing 10 ounces of corn syrup while eating an entire angel food cake in two hours, then not feeling well again until the next morning.

There are multiple ways to deplete muscles of glycogen, because muscles are made of more than one type of cell. One sure way is to run a race; instead of a long run at the beginning of the Ahlborg method, one could run faster for a shorter distance - the problem being that a 10 mile race the week before a marathon would not allow enough time for recovery (unless, perhaps, one runs 120+ miles per week). A long race or a very long stamina run will deplete the glycogen of slow-twitch muscle fibers, but not necessarily the fast twitch fibers. A sprint will deplete the Type B fast twitch fibers, but no others. A very fast run to exhaustion as in the WAU procedure, depletes mostly the Type A fast twitch fibers.

Combining these methods, one could conceivably get better results. The procedure I came up with is to do a fast tempo run one day and follow that with a very long stamina run, then a couple of days of moderately heavy training (by running twice a day) including hills and short sprints, then a day of hard intervals, followed by three days off to recover. I wouldn't eat during the long runs which averaged 5 hours and would stuff myself with carbs immediately after the interval workout. While I feel the method worked as an experiment, it involved too much hard work too close to a race and the stored carbohydrate also meant excess stored water weight. While I had the energy stored to run fast for a long way, much of it was stored in muscle fibers not utilized in the race itself.

In ultramarathoning, the idea is to run without tapping into one's glycogen reserves (until very late in the race or on a long uphill). The standard method is to intentionally run slowly enough that this is not an issue and to improve one's times by gradually becoming more comfortable with slightly faster paces. This works well for true ultrarunners, whose muscles are made almost entirely of slow-twitch fibers, but for most runners, including me, half (or more) of their muscle fibers are not being used; they are essentially running on one leg. They have to learn how to use the fibers they have to achieve the same results.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Bald bear


Copyrighted photo (BBC), used without permission. Note the similarity to the banner photo!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Lori Story

This is a sort of anniversary, so I'm in the mood for telling a story. For those who are new here, I posted my all-time "meet cute" story - try Googling "She was naked when I met her" (March 5, 2009 post: Smart, pretty and interesting) - but this story's known only to a few.

I was invited to a party by a guy who felt obligated to invite me and I went because I felt obligated to go. After greeting me at the door, I never saw the host again and didn't know anyone else there; I'm not a big mingler and I appeared to be the only one there not part of a couple, so it looked to be a long night. Then I noticed a woman who seemed to be there to watch over everyone's kids.

She had gone out of her way to not be noticed, which, of course, immediately drew my attention. She was hiding behind unattractive glasses and a mop of long thick hair that she obviously done nothing with for a long time; I thought she might be very pretty if she tried. I was already hooked - my specialty in dating has been to find shy, mousy women and turn them into doctors (and other men's wives) - and then I saw her stoop to play with Kristen (who turned out to be her niece) and the baggy dress she wore shifted to show a tiny waist. She was younger than she looked. Any woman who'd go to such lengths to not be attractive was obviously "damaged goods" and so I was definitely interested.

I lost track of her and found myself reclining against a wall, drink in hand. Then I saw her in exactly the same odd pose I was in: legs crossed, with one foot on the wall and arms folded. She saw me look at her and immediately looked away and changed position. I caught her doing the same thing again later. She was mocking me! But why?

Eventually, I ended up sitting down and she sat in a chair a few feet away. She pointed to a coffee table and asked me, "Would you please hand that drink to me, who am its owner?" I paused, than gave it to her.

"Sorry for the delay. I was just trying to figure out if your grammar was correct. It was."

"Would you have not handed it to me if my grammar had not been correct?"

"No. Yes. That can't be answered in one word! I would have given it to you no matter what. It's just that most people would say, 'Please hand me my drink.'"

"I am not most people."

"I can see that."

"I suppose most people find you charming."

"Actually, most people find me interesting for about five minutes and then move on."

"Oh dear. Perhaps I am most people."

"Well, most people call me Steve."

"What do the others call you?"

"Mr. Quick."

"That is unfortunate."

"It happens to be my name."

"If we marry, I am keeping my maiden name."

"Then I guess you should tell me what your name is."

And she did. And we dated off and on for years. And she did always speak in complete sentences. And she was pretty - way out of my league. Didn't become a doctor, though.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Tried to run...

Tried to run. Didn't go so well. Four weeks off will take its toll, but it felt like I had daggers stabbing into my legs with every step. I was breathing hard before I started and was totally winded at about 50 yards, where I managed to drain my sinuses in a very dramatic and public way, then had a coughing fit and walked back to the house.

I'm recalling now all the people I've heard over the years who said, "I tried running once. I didn't like it." Yeah, I get that.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Who I Want to See on Halloween


Classic Tales - Boris Karloff


Yeah, I've got a "type." Actually, five types by my count and Missy here is three of them.