That's the plan as I enter my final two months of preparations for the St. George Marathon. That would equate to 26.2 miles in just a hair under 3:30, a good 14 minutes slower than my slowest marathon ever. But I haven't run a marathon since 2002 and I've undergone four surgeries in the last eight years.
This week went a whole heck of a lot better training wise than last week. I actually ran a time trial and more importantly a 4 mile tempo run that told me a lot about my conditioning. Based on what I did tonight I think I could run 8:15 pace for a marathon if I had to right now. That means shaving about :15 a mile off my current comfort zone. It's not impossible, but it won't be easy.
It all goes back to the long runs which I dread over the coming eight weeks. If I can get up to a 20 miler and condition my body for the punishment to come I might get there. Wistfully I imagine nothing would be sweeter than running sub-8 pace for the race but the added years and pounds tell me that if I can run under 3:35 I should be elated.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
I've Been First and Last Look at How the Time Goes Past
I was lucky enough to see Ben Keith play with Neil on tour in 2000 in Milwaukee. One of the indelible images from that night was Ben rocking out with Neil on a savage version of Bob Dylan's classic, "All Along the Watchtower." I also saw Ben play Grandpa Green during Neil's debut of his epic environmental/media rip called "Greendale."
I'm writing about Ben because he's one of those great musicians that never gets a lot of due. Much in the way Charlie Sexton's playing makes Bob Dylan's music that much better, Ben did the same for Neil.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
WTCN
January 1980 I made the eight hour drive from Lawrence, Kansas to Minneapolis, Minnesota. I remember rolling into the Twin Cities late in the evening and seeing a temperature sign reading 32 degrees. It would be the warmest temperature over the next 30 days.
WTCN was owned by Metro Media. The small newsroom there had served as a sort of model for the Mary Tyler Moore Show although at the time this independent operation didn't have any Ted Baxter's on staff. I was part of the team that would help transition the station into an affiliate for NBC. The network's lackluster programming had opened an inroads across the country for ABC which had finally gotten its prime time act together. Across the country NBC stations, with traditionally strong news operations, were dumping the network in favor of ABC.
The ABC affiliate in Minneapolis at the time, KMSP was so horrid, that NBC turned to the independent WTCN when KSTP had abandoned the network. The market leader was WCCO, the CBS station. It may well have been the BEST CBS local news operation in the country at the time. Their news was solid and straight forward. Their investigative reporting was second to none. KSTP was non-stop crime, car wrecks, and fires. The Magid consulted station was anchored by the legendary Ron Magers and was giving WCCO a real run for the money.
WTCN was getting a lot of hash marks in the ratings book. The station had hired an anchor team boasting the dry Jim Dwyer, meteorologist Glenn Burns who would later own Atlanta, and sports Bob Kurtz. Ted Cavanaugh had assembled a talented team of young reporters, many of whom would rise to success in other markets, like Sally Fitz in Miami and Jane Velez Mitchell who now anchors her own show on Headline News.
Cavanaugh had also pitted the late Brink Chipman against John Hutchens, a huckster from Arkansas. One of the men would rise to topple the amiable news director Gil Amundsen. I watched the battle from the sideline as 10 p.m. producer Paul Adelmann did his best to tutor me. Part of my learning experience included a heavy dose of David Brinkley, simply the best writing anchor in the history of television news. I savored the experience of sitting with Paul and watching Brinkley's newscast. Adelmann would point out the deft touches to copy and simple, efficient, yet wry style that Brinkley served up.
All the while I was stuck working weekends with Ted Baxter on steroids. Stan Bohrman was the biggest egomaniac I had ever worked beside. He had anchored in Los Angeles and San Francisco. Recently he had made his big screen debut alongside Jane Fonda in "The China Syndrome." He was impossible. He was a drug abusing alcoholic who believed the sun revolved around him. His best claim to fame would be his son David Bohrman, who helped create "Nightline" for ABC. About six months into the gig we got into a pretty good argument and he shoved me. The next day I was demoted and Dana Benson got my job, which got his career off to a pretty good start.
It was a blessing in disguise because now I worked five days a week as a writer for Adelmann who molded me into a pretty decent writer and producer. Before the first year was out Brink was running the newsroom, Bohrman had muscled Dwyer out of the anchor desk and Kurtz was headed to a fledgling cable operation called CNN. Cavanaugh tried to recruit me as well but making 12-thousand dollars a year in Atlanta didn't sound very appealing.
This guy replaced Kurtz, whom I really liked and enjoyed working with along with weekend sports anchor Steve Pascente, a class act in his own right. Steve had worked in Phoenix and went out of his way to offer his council and advice. Ryther was a jerk. He had left KSTP for Cleveland where he had failed and came back to the dog #3 in WTCN. Pascente, being passed over, eventually returned to his old gig in Phoenix.
I eventually worked my way back to weekend producing duties but the poor ratings meant change was in the air at WTCN. Brink was going to have to cut staff and I credit him for being straight forward with me. It appeared my only option to stay in Minneapolis would be to work as Ryther's producer. While he wasn't Bohrman's equal in the asshole department the thought of working for him got me off my ass and by March 1980 I had landed a job producing the 10 p.m. news for NBC powerhouse KARK in Little Rock. The hard living drinker from Arkansas John Hutchens had grown to like me and when he returned to KARK after losing the power struggle with Chipman, he asked me to follow him.
WTCN would find success a half dozen years later after Gannett purchased the station and it became KARE, a station legendary for its story-telling. Bohrman was long gone imploding at the horrific then NBC affiliate in Philadelphia KYW, while Ryther hung on at KARE for a decade before the station finally jettisoned him which resulted in an ugly legal battle.
WTCN was owned by Metro Media. The small newsroom there had served as a sort of model for the Mary Tyler Moore Show although at the time this independent operation didn't have any Ted Baxter's on staff. I was part of the team that would help transition the station into an affiliate for NBC. The network's lackluster programming had opened an inroads across the country for ABC which had finally gotten its prime time act together. Across the country NBC stations, with traditionally strong news operations, were dumping the network in favor of ABC.
The ABC affiliate in Minneapolis at the time, KMSP was so horrid, that NBC turned to the independent WTCN when KSTP had abandoned the network. The market leader was WCCO, the CBS station. It may well have been the BEST CBS local news operation in the country at the time. Their news was solid and straight forward. Their investigative reporting was second to none. KSTP was non-stop crime, car wrecks, and fires. The Magid consulted station was anchored by the legendary Ron Magers and was giving WCCO a real run for the money.
WTCN was getting a lot of hash marks in the ratings book. The station had hired an anchor team boasting the dry Jim Dwyer, meteorologist Glenn Burns who would later own Atlanta, and sports Bob Kurtz. Ted Cavanaugh had assembled a talented team of young reporters, many of whom would rise to success in other markets, like Sally Fitz in Miami and Jane Velez Mitchell who now anchors her own show on Headline News.
Cavanaugh had also pitted the late Brink Chipman against John Hutchens, a huckster from Arkansas. One of the men would rise to topple the amiable news director Gil Amundsen. I watched the battle from the sideline as 10 p.m. producer Paul Adelmann did his best to tutor me. Part of my learning experience included a heavy dose of David Brinkley, simply the best writing anchor in the history of television news. I savored the experience of sitting with Paul and watching Brinkley's newscast. Adelmann would point out the deft touches to copy and simple, efficient, yet wry style that Brinkley served up.
All the while I was stuck working weekends with Ted Baxter on steroids. Stan Bohrman was the biggest egomaniac I had ever worked beside. He had anchored in Los Angeles and San Francisco. Recently he had made his big screen debut alongside Jane Fonda in "The China Syndrome." He was impossible. He was a drug abusing alcoholic who believed the sun revolved around him. His best claim to fame would be his son David Bohrman, who helped create "Nightline" for ABC. About six months into the gig we got into a pretty good argument and he shoved me. The next day I was demoted and Dana Benson got my job, which got his career off to a pretty good start.
It was a blessing in disguise because now I worked five days a week as a writer for Adelmann who molded me into a pretty decent writer and producer. Before the first year was out Brink was running the newsroom, Bohrman had muscled Dwyer out of the anchor desk and Kurtz was headed to a fledgling cable operation called CNN. Cavanaugh tried to recruit me as well but making 12-thousand dollars a year in Atlanta didn't sound very appealing.
I eventually worked my way back to weekend producing duties but the poor ratings meant change was in the air at WTCN. Brink was going to have to cut staff and I credit him for being straight forward with me. It appeared my only option to stay in Minneapolis would be to work as Ryther's producer. While he wasn't Bohrman's equal in the asshole department the thought of working for him got me off my ass and by March 1980 I had landed a job producing the 10 p.m. news for NBC powerhouse KARK in Little Rock. The hard living drinker from Arkansas John Hutchens had grown to like me and when he returned to KARK after losing the power struggle with Chipman, he asked me to follow him.
WTCN would find success a half dozen years later after Gannett purchased the station and it became KARE, a station legendary for its story-telling. Bohrman was long gone imploding at the horrific then NBC affiliate in Philadelphia KYW, while Ryther hung on at KARE for a decade before the station finally jettisoned him which resulted in an ugly legal battle.
Turkey Time
I somehow missed them so after a short loop I proceeded down the trail hoping to catch up to Steve or meet him heading back. Along the way I saw more wild turkeys in the course of a few miles than I'd ever seen in my life. They were everywhere along the trail. More plentiful than the jack rabbits that frequently hop across the trail. Much to my surprise I caught up to Steve at about five miles. We spent the next eight miles talking and getting to know each other. It was so much more enjoyable than going it alone plus the weather was picture perfect.
When all was said and done I had 15 miles under my belt and despite a sore hip by the end I was extremely pleased. Another eight runs like this with a few edging toward 20 miles and I will be on my way.
One other comforting sight that I saw on the biking trails were packs of mostly overweight women who resembled the flock of turkeys above. The rolling mass of humanity swallowed up the trail, much to the consternation of the bikers who usually dominate it. I saw at least three such packs of joggers slowly moving along. I suspect they are probably getting ready for the California International Marathon coming much later in the fall. Six hour marathon here they come.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
The Grind
My motivation for training has hit a wall. I'm tired. Part of it was Saturday's exhausting 12.5 miles which included a 5.75 mile relay leg in the triathlon. Part of it adjusting to running and working full time, something I haven't done for quite some time.
I can't afford any down time right now with a marathon staring me in the face in ten weeks. I gave in today and took a day off. It's been even tougher for the Czarina. She's been busy entertaining Masha and Natasha who returned to Riga on Tuesday. Her training has been sporadic at best.
The deal for me is getting some serious long runs in over the next ten weeks. That means two and a half hour runs every weekend. I'm not worried about total miles, just a single punishing run to condition my body to what lies ahead. I also need to get to a track once a week for a tempo run. I could do the same on the trails but I like the rhythm that running on a track for two or three miles brings. You know exactly how far you have left and how much resources you need to muster.
I want to arrive in St. George knowing that I've given myself a reasonable chance at running a Boston qualifier. Technically that's 3:45 for me since I turn 55 this year. That's almost a half hour slower than my slowest marathon. But right now running 8 minute pace for 26 miles (a 3:30 marathon) seems beyond my reach. The competitive part of me wants to believe I can still run that fast.
I've got eight months of uninterrupted training under my belt. I don't want to do anything that jeopardizes my health, ie; an injury that could derail the whole thing. Now if I just grind my way through this stale point and get to October 2nd in good health and ready to run.
I can't afford any down time right now with a marathon staring me in the face in ten weeks. I gave in today and took a day off. It's been even tougher for the Czarina. She's been busy entertaining Masha and Natasha who returned to Riga on Tuesday. Her training has been sporadic at best.
The deal for me is getting some serious long runs in over the next ten weeks. That means two and a half hour runs every weekend. I'm not worried about total miles, just a single punishing run to condition my body to what lies ahead. I also need to get to a track once a week for a tempo run. I could do the same on the trails but I like the rhythm that running on a track for two or three miles brings. You know exactly how far you have left and how much resources you need to muster.
I want to arrive in St. George knowing that I've given myself a reasonable chance at running a Boston qualifier. Technically that's 3:45 for me since I turn 55 this year. That's almost a half hour slower than my slowest marathon. But right now running 8 minute pace for 26 miles (a 3:30 marathon) seems beyond my reach. The competitive part of me wants to believe I can still run that fast.
I've got eight months of uninterrupted training under my belt. I don't want to do anything that jeopardizes my health, ie; an injury that could derail the whole thing. Now if I just grind my way through this stale point and get to October 2nd in good health and ready to run.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
#8
The last time I saw Neil Young in concert was at the American debut of "Greendale." Neil's epic pro-environment/anti-media opus caught me off guard but it is a concert memory that I will always carry with me. It was just another change up from the master of musical change up.
Neil's latest tour of smaller venues called "Twisted Road" has touched off a firestorm of criticism from so-called Neil fans. They've bitched about everything from the ticket prices to the fact that this is a solo show with Neil shredding through some classics on just his electric guitar. Even the song selection has come in for some criticism.
Neil played in Davis Thursday night, a suburb of Sacramento. Since I work nights and I'm new on the job catching the show was out of the question. But Neil also booked a show Saturday night in Reno, a mere two hour haul from my front door.
I debated about making the trip. I got up really early Saturday for the road race and worried about the late night trip home. I also wasn't sure about plunking down the 100 dollars or so for a ticket. Most of all I was worried that I would be disappointed. The stuff I had been reading on the web gave me pause. But with the Czarina's blessing I got behind the wheel and made the trip over the Sierra's to Reno.
I started hanging out in front of the theater inside the Grand Sierra Casino around 7 p.m. hoping to scalp a ticket. A half dozen of us stood around waiting hoping to score some tickets. One guy was bitching up a storm about the prices which I thought was crap. As much as music artists now have their work stolen because of the Internet I don't begrudge higher ticket prices, especially for a small venue. I was beginning to worry that nothing would come my way when a young couple walked up and asked me if I wanted a ticket, they had an extra. I paid 110 dollars for a 115 dollar ticket. I then proceeded to the black jack table where I won 55 dollars in 15 minutes. Score!
It was then time to head to the theater and I was blown away. The place held no more than 3,000 seats. I was no more than 60 feet from the front of the stage, almost dead center. Bert Jansch opened with a 45 minute set. He's not much of a vocalist but his guitar playing was amazing.
Neil hit the stage at 9:15 p.m. and took the place by storm. He opened with his classic, "My My, Hey, Hey," and never let his foot up off the pedal. The mix of hits, rare gems, and new songs was mind blowing. To hear an unreleased classic like "Hitchhiker" was worth the price of admission alone. Better still was just the whole atmosphere. One of guys sitting next to me described it best. It was like sitting with Neil Young in your living room and Neil putting on a private show for you. News songs like "Leia", "Walk with Me", and "You Never Call", are real gems.
Of the songs Neil played "Tell Me Why" was my favorite of the night. It was the second one he performed of the night and it's always been one of my personal favorites from his classic album "After the Goldrush." He also played "After the Goldrush" on his old pump organ and a beautiful "I Believe in You" from the same classic album at the grand piano.
Neil had a stumble when he started "Helpless" with the wrong harmonica and he made a joke. The whole evening was priceless and for those who don't get this current tour simply don't get Neil Young.
Reno marked my Neil show number eight including a couple of Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young concerts, the out there "Trans"/"Flaming Pinks" Tour, and of course Horde stint with Crazy Horse which up until tonight was my favorite Neil concert ever. Below is "You Never Call", Neil's touching tribute to his long time collaborator L.A. Johnson who died earlier this year. The lyrics are priceless.
Neil played in Davis Thursday night, a suburb of Sacramento. Since I work nights and I'm new on the job catching the show was out of the question. But Neil also booked a show Saturday night in Reno, a mere two hour haul from my front door.
I debated about making the trip. I got up really early Saturday for the road race and worried about the late night trip home. I also wasn't sure about plunking down the 100 dollars or so for a ticket. Most of all I was worried that I would be disappointed. The stuff I had been reading on the web gave me pause. But with the Czarina's blessing I got behind the wheel and made the trip over the Sierra's to Reno.
I started hanging out in front of the theater inside the Grand Sierra Casino around 7 p.m. hoping to scalp a ticket. A half dozen of us stood around waiting hoping to score some tickets. One guy was bitching up a storm about the prices which I thought was crap. As much as music artists now have their work stolen because of the Internet I don't begrudge higher ticket prices, especially for a small venue. I was beginning to worry that nothing would come my way when a young couple walked up and asked me if I wanted a ticket, they had an extra. I paid 110 dollars for a 115 dollar ticket. I then proceeded to the black jack table where I won 55 dollars in 15 minutes. Score!
It was then time to head to the theater and I was blown away. The place held no more than 3,000 seats. I was no more than 60 feet from the front of the stage, almost dead center. Bert Jansch opened with a 45 minute set. He's not much of a vocalist but his guitar playing was amazing.
Neil hit the stage at 9:15 p.m. and took the place by storm. He opened with his classic, "My My, Hey, Hey," and never let his foot up off the pedal. The mix of hits, rare gems, and new songs was mind blowing. To hear an unreleased classic like "Hitchhiker" was worth the price of admission alone. Better still was just the whole atmosphere. One of guys sitting next to me described it best. It was like sitting with Neil Young in your living room and Neil putting on a private show for you. News songs like "Leia", "Walk with Me", and "You Never Call", are real gems.
Of the songs Neil played "Tell Me Why" was my favorite of the night. It was the second one he performed of the night and it's always been one of my personal favorites from his classic album "After the Goldrush." He also played "After the Goldrush" on his old pump organ and a beautiful "I Believe in You" from the same classic album at the grand piano.
Neil had a stumble when he started "Helpless" with the wrong harmonica and he made a joke. The whole evening was priceless and for those who don't get this current tour simply don't get Neil Young.
Reno marked my Neil show number eight including a couple of Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young concerts, the out there "Trans"/"Flaming Pinks" Tour, and of course Horde stint with Crazy Horse which up until tonight was my favorite Neil concert ever. Below is "You Never Call", Neil's touching tribute to his long time collaborator L.A. Johnson who died earlier this year. The lyrics are priceless.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Eppies Great Race
This Saturday morning marked my first race in Sacramento. It was an odd affair but a popular one in the area. A triathlon called Eppies Great Race. Odd in that instead of a swim portion the race features kayaking. One of my co-workers had a friend in need of a teammate to help with the run portion.
I teamed up with Sherrie Reese and another gentleman named John (sorry, I never caught his last name) for this Sacramento classic. I even received a team singlet, Koinonia. It's a Greek word for communion through intimate participation. I had to look that up.
Given the logistics of driving and parking I decided to jog to the start which sat about five and a half miles from my apartment. The finish was little more than a mile from home. I got up extra early and made it to the start line 30 minutes before the gun.
The weather was perfect. It was about 65 degrees with a nice quartering breeze coming across the mostly flat course. There were easily more than 1,000 participants lined up for the start and despite the mayhem of starting on a narrow bike trail the start was uneventful. I would run about 5.8 miles to the bike corrals and pass my ankle chip to Sherrie who would do the 12.5 mile bike portion before handing off to John and his 6 plus miles of kayaking.
The first mile went pretty well at 7:25 and I gradually moved my way up to the field. By mile three I began to feel the effects of the overly long warm up and by mile four I was hungry and tired. I never felt like I was redlining and over the last half mile I started picking off more people. I was worried about mayhem at the finish corrals but I easily made my way to our rendezvous point and Sherri happily snagged my Velcro ankle charm and hit the road.
I wish I had run faster. I should have been able to average 7:30 per mile but ended up at 7:41. Outside the family time trial two weeks ago I've done nothing that resembles speed work. I need to start doing weekly track sessions, even if its just a hard two miles if I intend to have a prayer of averaging eight minute pace for 26.2 miles. The best part besides making some new acquaintances was getting 12.5 miles of running in. St. George is less than three months away!
I teamed up with Sherrie Reese and another gentleman named John (sorry, I never caught his last name) for this Sacramento classic. I even received a team singlet, Koinonia. It's a Greek word for communion through intimate participation. I had to look that up.
Given the logistics of driving and parking I decided to jog to the start which sat about five and a half miles from my apartment. The finish was little more than a mile from home. I got up extra early and made it to the start line 30 minutes before the gun.
The weather was perfect. It was about 65 degrees with a nice quartering breeze coming across the mostly flat course. There were easily more than 1,000 participants lined up for the start and despite the mayhem of starting on a narrow bike trail the start was uneventful. I would run about 5.8 miles to the bike corrals and pass my ankle chip to Sherrie who would do the 12.5 mile bike portion before handing off to John and his 6 plus miles of kayaking.
The first mile went pretty well at 7:25 and I gradually moved my way up to the field. By mile three I began to feel the effects of the overly long warm up and by mile four I was hungry and tired. I never felt like I was redlining and over the last half mile I started picking off more people. I was worried about mayhem at the finish corrals but I easily made my way to our rendezvous point and Sherri happily snagged my Velcro ankle charm and hit the road.
I wish I had run faster. I should have been able to average 7:30 per mile but ended up at 7:41. Outside the family time trial two weeks ago I've done nothing that resembles speed work. I need to start doing weekly track sessions, even if its just a hard two miles if I intend to have a prayer of averaging eight minute pace for 26.2 miles. The best part besides making some new acquaintances was getting 12.5 miles of running in. St. George is less than three months away!
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