Lately, friday evening has become Xbox game night which means Madden NFL 10. Arjun was engrossed in a Saints Vs Redskins game and Abhi was getting antsy for his turn. In a bid to distract him, I suggested that he do his pretend game - this is something he is always doing: simulate the snap and then pretend to be the QB who throws an imaginary ball and after the throw is done, switch to being the receiver, who more often than not fails to make the catch. There is much rolling, tackling, and quite a few injuries, all accompanied by play-by-play narration. Each play is of course followed by a slow motion replay of what happened with added expert commentary.
Abhi quickly brightened upon my suggestion and right away went into the stance ready to snap the ball. In the Xbox game, you are given three or four choices for the play to run along with the button ('A', 'X', 'Y', etc) to press for the particular play. In a bid to make things a bit more interesting for Abhi, I pretended that I had a xbox remote in my hand and announced that I was pressing 'A.' He immediately liked this new variation and started insisting that I "press" a button before each snap. We did this a couple of times and both times the (pretend) receiver failed to hold on to the (pretend) ball. On the third occasion, the receiver apparently held on to the ball and proceeded to score a touchdown. I thought some celebration was indicated and enthusiastically beckoned Abhi to come for a high-five. All I got in response was a frown. I once again called, "Abhi, come, high-five - you scored a touchdown." Another frown and then in an exasperated tone, "Achaaaa, I am in the TV!"
You see, what I had failed to grasp was that this was not your run of the mill pretend NFL game - on the contrary this was a pretend version of a pretend game (Madden NFL 10), which any 3 year old will tell you, happens "inside the TV" and you certainly cannot high-five those players.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
My First Marathon
I was feeling anxious, tense even. It was Jan 23rd, the day before the 2010 Carlsbad Marathon and I had a sense of foreboding - surely something was going to go wrong and interfere with my run the next day. Would it be my gimpy IT-band? Would it be my increasingly queasy stomach? Or maybe I'd just sleep through the alarm on race morning? (I set two of them, just in case.) I spent the day taking note of every twinge and stiffness in every muscle and joint. Many folks asked me if I was "all set" and I really didn't know how to respond. Sure, I had done my preparation, but was I really "all set?"
The preparation had begun almost 5 months earlier, actually almost without realizing it. I had been running Miramar Lake (~5 miles) for almost an year, but didn't seriously believe that I could go much longer. Then I had a minor epiphany that the way to approach longer distances was to plan to take walking breaks in between. In a burst of determination, I put this theory to test that very weekend and ended up going 6 mi without stopping. Without really thinking much about it, I did 8, 10, and 11 in the succeeding weekends. Now there was no looking back - I had to give the marathon a shot. My friend Greg was partly responsible for my return to running in late 2008 and after starting from near-zero running till then, he was already doing 2 laps of Miramar Lake. He proposed the Silver Strand Half Marathon that was scheduled for Nov 15th and I quickly countered that we could use that as the half-way point for the Carlsbad Marathon, a suggestion that was not received seriously.
My guide was Hal Higdon's novice training schedule, which is an 18 week training schedule for first time marathoners. Since I had already worked up to 11 miles, I jumped in at week 6. The training was going mostly according to plan with only a few hiccups - the first time I did 13, 15, and 16 miles were rather difficult, for reasons mostly relating to heat, lack of sleep, etc. As Nov 15th approached, I eased off on the runs in anticipation of the Silver Strand - my maiden half marathon. The run started well, but, around mile 6, I felt a sharp pain on the outside of my right hip which eventually migrated to the outside of my right knee. The pain was bearable, though, and I finished under 2 hours, which had been my outside goal.
But the injury had me worried - how much would it set my training back? I started regular Chiropractor visits and with careful management, I was able to get back on schedule within a couple of weeks. As I looked ahead into the schedule, I realized that our Costa Rica trip, scheduled for the third week of December would be right when I was supposed to do the long runs - 18 & 20. I decided it was better to complete those runs before the trip and indeed had very good training runs of 14, 18, and 20 in the three weekends leading up to the trip. I ran a couple of times during the trip, but they were relatively difficult which I attributed to the high humidity. However, upon my return I found that my conditioning had indeed relapsed. I stepped up the mileage in a bid to gain it back, but without having the option of doing a really long one, I would have to depend on the recalled confidence from the 20 mile run which would be 6 weeks old by the time race day arrived.
So here I was, a day before the race all nervous and anxious about what to expect. The obvious question was how I would deal with the 20+ region - a region never ventured into before. Ironically, I was actually looking forward to that, but was on tenterhooks about a dozen other concerns. I had my pasta dinner and went to bed early, but woke up around 1am with a queasy stomach. However, an Alka Seltzer seemed to help and I was able to go back to sleep soon.
On race day, I woke up easily with my 3.30am alarm and my preparations went well and I was ready when Greg showed up at 4.30. The drive up there was peaceful and I was gratified to note the abundance of porta-potties since the lines for using them right before the race is usually a stressful affair.
It was a bit cool, but clearly I could eschew all warm gear for the run. As it turned out the weather was almost perfect for the entire run. The first part of the run was going as per plan and I did the Palomar Airport Road hill without any problems. Around mile 15, Greg and I were still running together (Greg's family had shown up unexpectedly at mile 14 to cheer us on) when I slowed to a walk to have my first gel pack (I had had a Powerbar at mile 10). I was hoping to find a water station soon after, but had to wait more than a mile to find one. At this point Greg had pulled ahead and stayed ahead for the rest of the race.
Going into the race, all the concern had been about the Palomar Airport hill, but what really affected me were the several sharp climbs in the later half of the race. The climb up to mile 18 was one of them, leading up to the Southern tip of the route, La Costa Avenue. I was running alone and trying hard to ignore the low back pain that had pretty much settled in and was rather unexpected. As I crossed mile 20 and began another climb, my legs started feeling rather heavy and I really wished I had stopped to stretch. I was still under the 4 hour pace though and needed to keep going if I was going to finish that way. However, as I got past mile 21, it was becoming rather obvious that the 4 hour goal was almost gone. I tried to find a good rhythm and pound on.
Around mile 22, I heard somebody loudly call out my name and I reluctantly lifted my head to realize that it was Vito - another friend from work and a strong runner on his own accord. He had shown up to cheer us on and fell in next to me with the idea of doing a mile or so with me. He soon realized that I was struggling and decided to just stay with me all the way. It was kind of funny how that helped me - I pushed myself just a bit more almost because I didn't want to disappoint Vito, who was expressing so much confidence in my ability to finish well. Still, I took about 4 walking breaks in the last 4 miles and I almost took another one towards the end, but Vito's exhortations kept me going. As turned the final bend, I finally noticed Malini and the boys (I had expected to see them at mile 25) on the side of the road. I waved and powered on to the finish line, posting a time of 4:05, which though only 5 minutes outside my goal, left me with a slightly disappointed feeling because of how close I had come (Greg finished in 3:50).
No doubt doing the long runs so much before the race played a part, but so did my poor nutrition during the run. I had almost no protein or fiber either in the morning or during the run and realized later that I had been really hungry. In the days following the run though, I began to feel better about my effort - after all, completing 26.2 miles in 4:05 is a significant accomplishment, no matter how much better it could have been.
An insight that will surprise no one is that attempting things like these are more a mental challenge than a physical one. Indeed, the long runs are as much mental training (most folks baulk at the thought of having to run for 4 hours, let alone having the physical stamina to do so) as they are physical conditioning. Race day itself is manageable - its one day after all - most everybody can talk themselves into going out and putting out one big effort. The real challenge is the discipline to stay with the 5-month long training program - doing all the runs no matter what the situation, week after week. A big part of why I was able to do this was the support of Malini and the boys - accommodating my weekday and weekend running schedule was hard enough - the vegetable I turned into after my long weekend run just added to it. Keeping me going even as my confidence waned closer to the race was a challenge on several levels. But now I get to return the favour: I have almost talked her into doing the La Jolla Half Marathon with me.
Some stats from my training:
Number of training runs: 70
Total mileage: 470
Longest run: 20 miles (on 12/13/09, 6 weeks before marathon).
The preparation had begun almost 5 months earlier, actually almost without realizing it. I had been running Miramar Lake (~5 miles) for almost an year, but didn't seriously believe that I could go much longer. Then I had a minor epiphany that the way to approach longer distances was to plan to take walking breaks in between. In a burst of determination, I put this theory to test that very weekend and ended up going 6 mi without stopping. Without really thinking much about it, I did 8, 10, and 11 in the succeeding weekends. Now there was no looking back - I had to give the marathon a shot. My friend Greg was partly responsible for my return to running in late 2008 and after starting from near-zero running till then, he was already doing 2 laps of Miramar Lake. He proposed the Silver Strand Half Marathon that was scheduled for Nov 15th and I quickly countered that we could use that as the half-way point for the Carlsbad Marathon, a suggestion that was not received seriously.
My guide was Hal Higdon's novice training schedule, which is an 18 week training schedule for first time marathoners. Since I had already worked up to 11 miles, I jumped in at week 6. The training was going mostly according to plan with only a few hiccups - the first time I did 13, 15, and 16 miles were rather difficult, for reasons mostly relating to heat, lack of sleep, etc. As Nov 15th approached, I eased off on the runs in anticipation of the Silver Strand - my maiden half marathon. The run started well, but, around mile 6, I felt a sharp pain on the outside of my right hip which eventually migrated to the outside of my right knee. The pain was bearable, though, and I finished under 2 hours, which had been my outside goal.
But the injury had me worried - how much would it set my training back? I started regular Chiropractor visits and with careful management, I was able to get back on schedule within a couple of weeks. As I looked ahead into the schedule, I realized that our Costa Rica trip, scheduled for the third week of December would be right when I was supposed to do the long runs - 18 & 20. I decided it was better to complete those runs before the trip and indeed had very good training runs of 14, 18, and 20 in the three weekends leading up to the trip. I ran a couple of times during the trip, but they were relatively difficult which I attributed to the high humidity. However, upon my return I found that my conditioning had indeed relapsed. I stepped up the mileage in a bid to gain it back, but without having the option of doing a really long one, I would have to depend on the recalled confidence from the 20 mile run which would be 6 weeks old by the time race day arrived.
So here I was, a day before the race all nervous and anxious about what to expect. The obvious question was how I would deal with the 20+ region - a region never ventured into before. Ironically, I was actually looking forward to that, but was on tenterhooks about a dozen other concerns. I had my pasta dinner and went to bed early, but woke up around 1am with a queasy stomach. However, an Alka Seltzer seemed to help and I was able to go back to sleep soon.
On race day, I woke up easily with my 3.30am alarm and my preparations went well and I was ready when Greg showed up at 4.30. The drive up there was peaceful and I was gratified to note the abundance of porta-potties since the lines for using them right before the race is usually a stressful affair.
It was a bit cool, but clearly I could eschew all warm gear for the run. As it turned out the weather was almost perfect for the entire run. The first part of the run was going as per plan and I did the Palomar Airport Road hill without any problems. Around mile 15, Greg and I were still running together (Greg's family had shown up unexpectedly at mile 14 to cheer us on) when I slowed to a walk to have my first gel pack (I had had a Powerbar at mile 10). I was hoping to find a water station soon after, but had to wait more than a mile to find one. At this point Greg had pulled ahead and stayed ahead for the rest of the race.
Going into the race, all the concern had been about the Palomar Airport hill, but what really affected me were the several sharp climbs in the later half of the race. The climb up to mile 18 was one of them, leading up to the Southern tip of the route, La Costa Avenue. I was running alone and trying hard to ignore the low back pain that had pretty much settled in and was rather unexpected. As I crossed mile 20 and began another climb, my legs started feeling rather heavy and I really wished I had stopped to stretch. I was still under the 4 hour pace though and needed to keep going if I was going to finish that way. However, as I got past mile 21, it was becoming rather obvious that the 4 hour goal was almost gone. I tried to find a good rhythm and pound on.
Around mile 22, I heard somebody loudly call out my name and I reluctantly lifted my head to realize that it was Vito - another friend from work and a strong runner on his own accord. He had shown up to cheer us on and fell in next to me with the idea of doing a mile or so with me. He soon realized that I was struggling and decided to just stay with me all the way. It was kind of funny how that helped me - I pushed myself just a bit more almost because I didn't want to disappoint Vito, who was expressing so much confidence in my ability to finish well. Still, I took about 4 walking breaks in the last 4 miles and I almost took another one towards the end, but Vito's exhortations kept me going. As turned the final bend, I finally noticed Malini and the boys (I had expected to see them at mile 25) on the side of the road. I waved and powered on to the finish line, posting a time of 4:05, which though only 5 minutes outside my goal, left me with a slightly disappointed feeling because of how close I had come (Greg finished in 3:50).
No doubt doing the long runs so much before the race played a part, but so did my poor nutrition during the run. I had almost no protein or fiber either in the morning or during the run and realized later that I had been really hungry. In the days following the run though, I began to feel better about my effort - after all, completing 26.2 miles in 4:05 is a significant accomplishment, no matter how much better it could have been.
An insight that will surprise no one is that attempting things like these are more a mental challenge than a physical one. Indeed, the long runs are as much mental training (most folks baulk at the thought of having to run for 4 hours, let alone having the physical stamina to do so) as they are physical conditioning. Race day itself is manageable - its one day after all - most everybody can talk themselves into going out and putting out one big effort. The real challenge is the discipline to stay with the 5-month long training program - doing all the runs no matter what the situation, week after week. A big part of why I was able to do this was the support of Malini and the boys - accommodating my weekday and weekend running schedule was hard enough - the vegetable I turned into after my long weekend run just added to it. Keeping me going even as my confidence waned closer to the race was a challenge on several levels. But now I get to return the favour: I have almost talked her into doing the La Jolla Half Marathon with me.
Some stats from my training:
Number of training runs: 70
Total mileage: 470
Longest run: 20 miles (on 12/13/09, 6 weeks before marathon).
Friday, January 29, 2010
Our Microwave Handle
Our family room couch is almost 11 years old and while it has held up remarkably well, there is a big tear between one of the cushions from which some of the stuffing has been slowly coming out. Furniture shopping is about as enjoyable as pulling your nails out, but more boring. But there came a time when we agreed that it could not be put off any longer. Of course, it wasn't as simple as just getting another couch - would we have to change our end table, our coffee table? The moment you overcome the mental barrier to doing any kind of significant home improvement project is a dangerous one for any homeowner: it signals the advent of a freewheeling consideration of every other project that had been ignored either due to a lack of urgency or just plain old apathy. It was no different for us.
Ok, so we are going to get a new couch, but what about that sliding screen door? It doesn't close properly and its upstairs cousin is all torn. Maybe we should replace the whole sliding door? Oh, what about the curtains then? We had installed them about six years ago and the exposed mounting hardware had always been an eyesore. I was a bit more tolerant of them, but Malini had never really liked how the curtains had turned out. But, but, Malini goes, what I really want to fix is our garage floor. We had attempted to epoxy-coat it twice with rather indifferent results (those episodes deserve a blog of their own) - now it was a peeling, stained mess that mockingly reminded us everyday of our futile attempts to make it presentable.
So I started making some casual inquiries - a post on the 'classifieds' mailing list at work yielded some leads and also some alarm at the potential cost. Multiple home visits from various flooring, blinds, and door folks ensued and after much back-n-forth, it was decision time. Should we do it all? Or maybe just the garage floor? Or maybe just replace the couches and bide our time? Eventually, I gave into the siren song of a new and improved house and decided to do all three projects.
We lined up all the contractors and the projects mostly finished on schedule and remarkably, they were all trouble-free and almost completely satisfactory. When I think back on it, it never fails to astonish me that we did three, rather expensive home improvement projects that we had not even contemplated till we decided the couch must go. Now have new wood blinds through out the house, new glass doors upstairs and downstairs, a beautifully finished floor and cabinets (oh yes, this was another incidental addition to the project) in the garage, but the couches? Well, I put some duct tape on the tears and we are still using them.
Ok, so we are going to get a new couch, but what about that sliding screen door? It doesn't close properly and its upstairs cousin is all torn. Maybe we should replace the whole sliding door? Oh, what about the curtains then? We had installed them about six years ago and the exposed mounting hardware had always been an eyesore. I was a bit more tolerant of them, but Malini had never really liked how the curtains had turned out. But, but, Malini goes, what I really want to fix is our garage floor. We had attempted to epoxy-coat it twice with rather indifferent results (those episodes deserve a blog of their own) - now it was a peeling, stained mess that mockingly reminded us everyday of our futile attempts to make it presentable.
So I started making some casual inquiries - a post on the 'classifieds' mailing list at work yielded some leads and also some alarm at the potential cost. Multiple home visits from various flooring, blinds, and door folks ensued and after much back-n-forth, it was decision time. Should we do it all? Or maybe just the garage floor? Or maybe just replace the couches and bide our time? Eventually, I gave into the siren song of a new and improved house and decided to do all three projects.
We lined up all the contractors and the projects mostly finished on schedule and remarkably, they were all trouble-free and almost completely satisfactory. When I think back on it, it never fails to astonish me that we did three, rather expensive home improvement projects that we had not even contemplated till we decided the couch must go. Now have new wood blinds through out the house, new glass doors upstairs and downstairs, a beautifully finished floor and cabinets (oh yes, this was another incidental addition to the project) in the garage, but the couches? Well, I put some duct tape on the tears and we are still using them.
Friday, December 4, 2009
"Flashes Of Darkness"
Flashes Of Darkness
Tears of joy?
Tears of sorrow?
No, no,
Tears of spite.
Bear no ill,
Not vindictive,
Mayhap a twinge of envy.
Desire -
But a step forward,
After so long,
But then, why?
Flashes of light,
Light?
No, darkness -
For where else is a devious mind?
A quick silver laugh,
Turned on the crow,
By vipers more potent than nature's of kill-
The forked tongue lurking behind.
Those silvery tinkles,
But hisses of ruin;
Pats on the back
But bites of hate;
Myths explode -
of goodness in any.
No return for help?
Perhaps this hope is wrong;
But what else is human life?
What? Injured feelings?
No, too much for mere injury!
Trusts betrayed -
Whose but mine?
Blinded by -
Shiny mists and glamorous clouds,
Who but me?
A streaking flash,
Knife in the back;
By wolves in friendly hues -
Are there really such as they?
Them - the wolves,
Do no strings of lofty love
Tug ever at their hearts?
Do no kindly emotions
Stir within their beings?
Or is it only for the crows?
No, no - not mine to censure -
For what unknown lurks in me?
Believe to believe in goodness yet -
Can I?
This is how I expressed myself at age 16. :-) This one is a bit special though - actually won the poetry prize in a competition held by the East Cultural Association in Bangalore.
Tears of joy?
Tears of sorrow?
No, no,
Tears of spite.
Bear no ill,
Not vindictive,
Mayhap a twinge of envy.
Desire -
But a step forward,
After so long,
But then, why?
Flashes of light,
Light?
No, darkness -
For where else is a devious mind?
A quick silver laugh,
Turned on the crow,
By vipers more potent than nature's of kill-
The forked tongue lurking behind.
Those silvery tinkles,
But hisses of ruin;
Pats on the back
But bites of hate;
Myths explode -
of goodness in any.
No return for help?
Perhaps this hope is wrong;
But what else is human life?
What? Injured feelings?
No, too much for mere injury!
Trusts betrayed -
Whose but mine?
Blinded by -
Shiny mists and glamorous clouds,
Who but me?
A streaking flash,
Knife in the back;
By wolves in friendly hues -
Are there really such as they?
Them - the wolves,
Do no strings of lofty love
Tug ever at their hearts?
Do no kindly emotions
Stir within their beings?
Or is it only for the crows?
No, no - not mine to censure -
For what unknown lurks in me?
Believe to believe in goodness yet -
Can I?
This is how I expressed myself at age 16. :-) This one is a bit special though - actually won the poetry prize in a competition held by the East Cultural Association in Bangalore.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
"Born To Run"
Scott Jurek was in trouble. He was at mile 55 of the 135 mile Badwater Ultra Marathon and he had just collapsed on the road in exhaustion. He had 80 miles to go and two of his closest challengers were several miles ahead of him. This was 2005 and Scott was the premier ultra-marathoner in the US. He had won the Western States Ultramarathon 7 times in a row and had come down to the Death Valley just two weeks after his latest victory. As a trail runner, he had had almost no training on road, let alone for the extreme dry heat of the Death Valley in July. He lay on the side of the road, contemplating almost dispassionately what it would take for him to win the race - Get up and run the remaining 80 miles faster than he had ever run 80 miles. And do it in conditions he had never experienced before. He then proceeded to do just that - smashing the course record by almost 2 hours.
Scott Jurek's is one of the featured stories in Christopher McDougall's book, "Born To Run." The author is somebody who loved to run, but beset with chronic foot problems set out on a personal quest to figure out "why his feet hurt." He is aided by an assignment from Runners World to track down and write about the Tarahumara, an almost mythical and mysterious tribe that lives down in the Copper Canyons of Mexico. The Tarahumara, whose native name is the Raramuri, or the "Running People" are famous for their prodigious running abilities. They are known to run continuously for 2-3 days at a stretch, engaged in a game of their own fashioning. They don't train, have very basic nutrition, and run up and down steep, unpaved terrain with essentially home made sandals. They are also very hard to find. The search for the Tarahumara coupled with the author's own search for answers to his running injuries forms the core of the book, but the narrative carries on well beyond those pursuits.
McDougall makes contact with the Tarahumara early in the book (with several near misses with disaster thrown in) and then spends several chapters introducing several mavericks of the ultra running movement. An ultra marathon is typically 100 miles, but the length is only the half of it. Several events have some twist - like the Leadville, which is run in the town of Leadville, CO, which at 2 miles above sea level is the highest town in the US. The thin air at that altitude forms the starting point of a race that only continues further into the mountains. Another extreme version is the Badwater, that not only goes 135 miles, but also conducts the race in peak summer heat. The stories of the main characters in McDougall's story (and indeed whole tale hangs very well together) are compelling and by themselves worth the price of admission.
McDougall is not satisfied with just telling a good story - he devotes lots of pages to some of the 'alternative' science of running - I say alternative, because a good bit of it goes against the conventional grain of "running is bad for you, but if you must run, get good shoes; have a training program; eat protein to build muscle, etc, etc." The experts (running coaches, scientists) he gathers turn out to be surprisingly credible and the book almost becomes a page turner as you wait for the next myth to be exploded or for the next fallacy to be laid to rest. See here for a related post.
The most compelling discussion is the namesake of the book - the theory that homo sapiens survived as a species because our bodies are uniquely adapted for running. McDougall traces this theory back to the 1980s when a graduate student in the University of Utah stumbled upon this as the only explanation for several anatomical features in the human body. Our body has a large collection of tendons which with their elastic nature are peculiarly suited for running; one particular example is the nuchal ligament that is on the back of neck and whose only purpose is to stabilize the head while running (and is found only in other running animals likes dogs and horses). We have short toes, which further make running easy. Contrast this with the toes of a chimp or gorilla, both of whom can barely run. And on and on. But note - According to this theory (called, predictably the "Running Man" theory) we not built for speed or racing, but in fact for endurance running. In other words, it is in our DNA to run marathons.
The book is not just a collection of stories of runners and theories about running - instead, it builds up towards an amateur 50 mile race, deep in the Copper Canyon of Mexico between some ace runners from the Tarahumara and several invited racers from the US, including the author, a character named "Barefoot Ted" (whose name should say it all), and Scott Jurek. The race is the brain child of "Caballo Blanco" or the "White Horse" who is a American who was so enamored by the Tarahumara runners that he followed them into the canyons and essentially settled there. The race is recounted with some drama and its conclusion is poetically justified.
I am betting that even folks with no interest in running will find this a compelling read - you will be certainly be entertained, but more importantly, you will be informed and provoked to think.
Scott Jurek's is one of the featured stories in Christopher McDougall's book, "Born To Run." The author is somebody who loved to run, but beset with chronic foot problems set out on a personal quest to figure out "why his feet hurt." He is aided by an assignment from Runners World to track down and write about the Tarahumara, an almost mythical and mysterious tribe that lives down in the Copper Canyons of Mexico. The Tarahumara, whose native name is the Raramuri, or the "Running People" are famous for their prodigious running abilities. They are known to run continuously for 2-3 days at a stretch, engaged in a game of their own fashioning. They don't train, have very basic nutrition, and run up and down steep, unpaved terrain with essentially home made sandals. They are also very hard to find. The search for the Tarahumara coupled with the author's own search for answers to his running injuries forms the core of the book, but the narrative carries on well beyond those pursuits.
McDougall makes contact with the Tarahumara early in the book (with several near misses with disaster thrown in) and then spends several chapters introducing several mavericks of the ultra running movement. An ultra marathon is typically 100 miles, but the length is only the half of it. Several events have some twist - like the Leadville, which is run in the town of Leadville, CO, which at 2 miles above sea level is the highest town in the US. The thin air at that altitude forms the starting point of a race that only continues further into the mountains. Another extreme version is the Badwater, that not only goes 135 miles, but also conducts the race in peak summer heat. The stories of the main characters in McDougall's story (and indeed whole tale hangs very well together) are compelling and by themselves worth the price of admission.
McDougall is not satisfied with just telling a good story - he devotes lots of pages to some of the 'alternative' science of running - I say alternative, because a good bit of it goes against the conventional grain of "running is bad for you, but if you must run, get good shoes; have a training program; eat protein to build muscle, etc, etc." The experts (running coaches, scientists) he gathers turn out to be surprisingly credible and the book almost becomes a page turner as you wait for the next myth to be exploded or for the next fallacy to be laid to rest. See here for a related post.
The most compelling discussion is the namesake of the book - the theory that homo sapiens survived as a species because our bodies are uniquely adapted for running. McDougall traces this theory back to the 1980s when a graduate student in the University of Utah stumbled upon this as the only explanation for several anatomical features in the human body. Our body has a large collection of tendons which with their elastic nature are peculiarly suited for running; one particular example is the nuchal ligament that is on the back of neck and whose only purpose is to stabilize the head while running (and is found only in other running animals likes dogs and horses). We have short toes, which further make running easy. Contrast this with the toes of a chimp or gorilla, both of whom can barely run. And on and on. But note - According to this theory (called, predictably the "Running Man" theory) we not built for speed or racing, but in fact for endurance running. In other words, it is in our DNA to run marathons.
The book is not just a collection of stories of runners and theories about running - instead, it builds up towards an amateur 50 mile race, deep in the Copper Canyon of Mexico between some ace runners from the Tarahumara and several invited racers from the US, including the author, a character named "Barefoot Ted" (whose name should say it all), and Scott Jurek. The race is the brain child of "Caballo Blanco" or the "White Horse" who is a American who was so enamored by the Tarahumara runners that he followed them into the canyons and essentially settled there. The race is recounted with some drama and its conclusion is poetically justified.
I am betting that even folks with no interest in running will find this a compelling read - you will be certainly be entertained, but more importantly, you will be informed and provoked to think.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Kodak Moments
A blog post with a difference - just a few recent photos.
Abhi and Arjun model some Haloween props that they got as a party favor. With their recent haircuts, its almost hard to tell who is who...
The Ironman and Red Dragon Ninja are all set to go trick-or-treating...
And some selections from a weekend photo shoot at home....
Abhi and Arjun model some Haloween props that they got as a party favor. With their recent haircuts, its almost hard to tell who is who...
The Ironman and Red Dragon Ninja are all set to go trick-or-treating...
And some selections from a weekend photo shoot at home....
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Ghosts, Goblins, & Superheroes
Halloween is upon us and little ghosts and goblins are going to be roaming the neighborhoods demanding a sugar fix. For the past few years, we have made do with 2 costumes - a clown costume that Arjun wore for a couple of years and was then handed down to Abhi for the last two years. In the meantime, Arjun got a race car driver outfit that he has worn for the last two years. The costume required various adjustments to facilitate a better fit and it is only now that Arjun has grown enough to fit in it without any alterations. Of course, he is bored with it now. They both have new costumes for this time - Arjun is going to be 'Ironman' while Abhi is outfitted to be a 'Red Dragon Ninja.' This is a character of rather dubious provenance, but goes well with Abhi's recent closely cropped haircut. He could join Robinhood's gang with nary a raised eyebrow.
We got the costumes on Monday and they have been wearing it every night till it is time for bed. They can hardly wait to go out trick-or-treating. In fact, on Monday they were almost too excited to fall asleep, all in anticipation of Halloween night. Abhi's costume has a lot of loose folds and today we discovered that it fits Arjun just fine (& in fact probably actually has the intended look) - this is going to a be first for us - a hand-me-up: next year, Arjun can be the Red Dragon Ninja.
Arjun likes Pomegranate juice and I had bought the big bottle from Costco upon his request. Couple of days ago, I was pouring the last of it for myself. Abhi, who was drinking his milk was apparently following this closely and called out, "Why did you finish that, acha?"
Me (somewhat confused, since Abhi is not a big juice drinker): "Why, do you want some?"
Abhi: "No, but aeta likes to drink that juice." Arjun who was sitting nearby, nodded his head in confirmation.
I poured the juice back and wondered where this fraternal caring was at other times. Abhi got a pumpkin from his field trip, but has been protesting every suggestion of getting one for Arjun, coming up with one creative reason after another including insisting that Arjun had told him that he does not want a pumpkin. In this case at least, he would rather deny his brother.
We got the costumes on Monday and they have been wearing it every night till it is time for bed. They can hardly wait to go out trick-or-treating. In fact, on Monday they were almost too excited to fall asleep, all in anticipation of Halloween night. Abhi's costume has a lot of loose folds and today we discovered that it fits Arjun just fine (& in fact probably actually has the intended look) - this is going to a be first for us - a hand-me-up: next year, Arjun can be the Red Dragon Ninja.
Arjun likes Pomegranate juice and I had bought the big bottle from Costco upon his request. Couple of days ago, I was pouring the last of it for myself. Abhi, who was drinking his milk was apparently following this closely and called out, "Why did you finish that, acha?"
Me (somewhat confused, since Abhi is not a big juice drinker): "Why, do you want some?"
Abhi: "No, but aeta likes to drink that juice." Arjun who was sitting nearby, nodded his head in confirmation.
I poured the juice back and wondered where this fraternal caring was at other times. Abhi got a pumpkin from his field trip, but has been protesting every suggestion of getting one for Arjun, coming up with one creative reason after another including insisting that Arjun had told him that he does not want a pumpkin. In this case at least, he would rather deny his brother.
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