Friday, October 21, 2011
But I can't it seems.
Of course we are often told that "can't" means "won't." We have coaches and teacher who tell us that with enough effort we can do ANYTHING!! But we all know that is not true.
I have done some "impossible" things in the last two years. I once gave myself up for dead and I just ran a marathon. I have participated in multisports (duathlons and triathlons) but I do have limits.
I can't ride a skateboard. I fall off and I am afraid I will break something.
I can't skate, in particular I can't ice skate. The last time I tried some thirty years ago, my feet went out from under me and I landed, literally, on the top of my head. I really do not want that to happen again ... ever!
I can't ski. Well, allow me to revise that: I have never skied and I have absolutely no desire to try. It doesn't appeal to me. I may try cross country skiing, but downhill is off the table.
I can't seem to get the hang of jumping rope with a rope. I always seem to get tangled up and frustrated and I wind up putting it down.
I also cannot paint a picture, write a novel, sing in the opera.
I suppose in retrospect, some of the things I listed I can't do because I really have no desire to apply myself to learn the skill: skateboarding and downhill skiing. At my age, the risks outweigh the possible returns. I guess those two would be in the won't category ... I won't do what is necessary to do them.
Skating is something that I perceive I can actually kill myself doing. The is an actual fear there. I could probably overcome the fear, but fear of death is so primal and the pleasure I think I would get from skating do not exactly balance. Since my fall, it is probably best that I don't skate. So is that a don't? or a won't?
I am a passable writer, but I just do not seem to have the skill to write anything book length that would be coherent. Could I develop it? Perhaps. Would a coach or editor be of value. To be certain. Do I want to spend the money to do that? Nah.
I do not seem to have the innate talent to draw, much less paint. And while I have a good enough voice to hide in the church choir at one time, singing is not a talent I possess.
How about jumping rope? I can't do that probably because I always short circuit the process before I fail too many times. I can get the same exercise just jumping in place so why bother trying. Yeah, I think that may also be "won't." When I started to exercise, among my can'ts were three pushup, walking longer than 10 minutes, running period, pull ups (any) and I could go on. "I can't lose 80 pounds!" Well, I can do 100 pushups (let' not get crazy, in sets of 20 to 25), I can run a marathon for 5 plus hours, I can do 3 or 4 pull ups ... push ups taught me that if I keep at it, I will be able to, or can, do more. So I may someday jump rope. On the other hand, if I can get the same exercise without the rope, why bother with it? I guess I won't jump rope because there is an easier way to do the same thing.
Maybe coach was right. Can't often does mean Won't. I won't expend the effort to do most of those things I can't. Some I simply do not have the talent for, some I simply have no or not enough desire for. Some I am just not there yet.
When you say, "I can't lose all that weight." ask yourself, "Can't or won't?" Is it that you can't or won't do the things you need to do to lose it? Can't or won't track? Can't or won't change habits? Can't or won't move more? Can't or won't seek out support from others?
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tomorrow, pictures from the weekend, I promise. Marathonfoto just downloaded a pile of URLs for the pictures. They are all sideways and not at all sorted by time or mile marker. So I need to go through them first.
In the meantime ...
I had a little timy spaghetti squash that my sister gave me from her garden. It was about 6 inches by 3 inches. I halved it, seeded it, steamed it with a litle salt and pepper scraped it out, tossed it with some tomatoes and olive oil and BOOM, supper for two.
I really don't understand why I keep seeing recipes for spaghetti squash. It is so simple. It would almost be like giving me a recipe for buttered toast:
2 pats of butter, 1/8 inch thick, partially softened
2 slices bread
1 tbsp grape jam or jelly or strawberry preserves (optional)
For this recipe you will need a toaster or toaster oven.
Following the manufacturer's instructions carefully so as to avoid injury due to electrical shock or fire, place two slices of bread into the toaster and set the switch to beging toasting. Most modern models will shut off when the toasting timer runs out.
Remove the toasted bread from the toaster. Be careful as the toasted bread may be hot and cause superficial burns. Set the bread on a plate or a bread board and using a butter knife, spread the butter on the bread, starting near hte center and working your way out to the edges. Do this for both slices of toasted bread. If jelly, jam, or preserves are desired, repeat the process to spread the fruit spread on the buttered toast.
Serve on a plate with a glass of milk or fruit juice and coffee.
1 serving yields 2 slices.
So it is with Spaghetti Squash recipes.
Here let me make it easy for you.
Cook them in the microwave oven until their skins are soft, scrape out the innards, use butter or oil and salt and pepper.
Oh and by the way... be very wary of any recipe that suggests you can use spaghetti squash as an altenative for spaghetti.
You can't because it is not spaghetti. Don't even try!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
A couple of days ago I posted the heartbreaking poem about an abandoned dog.
It made me cry and hold my foundling a little closer.
Today I want to link you to the a New Zealand Lottery Commission commercial found at dogwork.com. (I also read that the commercial is used by the Washington State Lottery.)
Suffice to say, the dog has his day:
Monday, October 17, 2011
I don't carry a camera on the course of my race. I feel like it's about running the race and not a Kodak moment. I am not dissing those who do bring their camera along, it just isn't me. And I knew that this wasn't a small local race like the Arbutus 10k where I could get a few snaps, run the camera back to my car, and get to racing.
This time I chose to rely on MarathonFoto to take pictures. Today they posted them and I will decide what I want to purchase tomorrow. They actually were faster for this race than they were for Maryland Half Marathon.
And they did get some good ones.
I never participated in sports in school and definitely not in college. So there is one thing I never experienced.
The roar of the crowd.
I always been part of the crowd. But on Saturday, there were people cheering for what I was doing. It was an entirely new experience. Well, not entirely new. I heard people cheer at the Maryland Half and at the Celebration Triathlon. But this time I had my name pinned to my shirt. So the first time I heard "Come, Tim!" it filled me with excitement.
People warned me that the adreneline would kick in and I would have trouble controlling it. They were correct. I had intended to run slow and steady from start to finish. Instead, I started running at a too fast rate for the first half. When I reached Harborplace and crossed the 13.1 mat, I was just undert he same pace I had run at the Maryland Half.
Too fast. It was the adreneline.
I have never been a big fan of the zoo. I don't like to see animals in cages. The primate house in particular disturbs.
The race passed through the Baltimore Zoo and zoo personnel greeted us with some of the critters. The first thing we passed was a handler with a raven. Was it Edgar, Allen, or Poe? Then there was a man holding a small, 3 foot, crocodilian (croc, gator, cayman?). We were also greet by a penguin and a skunk.
I gotta admit, that was fun.
I was born in the City. We moved out to Fallston when I was 5 years old, but I do remember parts of the city from then. I also have emories of other events in the city as I was growing up.
Our home wa sin the 2500 block of Guilford. The race passed Guilford at 28th Street and along 29th Street and I actually remembered things there from 53 years ago. Weird.
The Colts and the Orioles played at Memorial Stadium on 33rd Street until 1984 (until Irsay stole the Colts away to Indianapolis in pre dawn snowstorm) and 1991 (Orioles moved to Camden Yards) and I have many memories of being in that neighborhood for, especially Orioles games. Memorial is gone and a YMCA is in its place. There is a Cal Ripken sponsored ball field there. The neighborhood is called Waverly and the folks there were so nice to the runners.
My training plan called for me to run 30 to 45 minutes today. I did! I ran in my new shoes and my feet loved me. I have been using Brooks Adrenelines. I bought Brooks Pureconnect at the Expo. I love them!
And my run today was good and not at all painful. I was able to run at about 12:00 min/mile
Two days on and I still do not want to run another marathon beyond Savannah. So those who think I am going to chang emy mind are wrong.
I wish I knew this factoid when we went past the Occupy Harborplace protesters: about 0.1% of people have ever completed a marathon.
If I had known that I would have told them ""I am the 0.1%. Smithers, release the hounds."
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