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I’m a loser baby

The Biggest Loser Marathon inspires (Source: http://tighthams.wordpress.com)

The Biggest Loser Marathon.  That statement is controversial enough to finally lure lurkers into commenting on my posts.  According to guides on how to write a popular blog the blogger is supposed to be divisive.  Unfortunately, my thin skin isn’t controversy-proof.  So I’ll stick to the facts.  Mostly.  

Several Losers have run marathons, or parts of a marathon, but the Biggest Loser TV show has hosted two official marathons with four runners each.  The runners finish their tenure at the ranch, go home to get skinny for the finale, and to their surprise are told they are running a marathon in four weeks. They have been running, yes, but training for a marathon is more than just running.  You know those ideas that seem good at the time?  Well this one didn’t even seem good at the time.  Except to the ratings counters.  Unless injury is a good idea.  But if Oprah can do it …. Whoops, I wanted to avoid controversy.  

For only three easy payments of $19.99, you can own The Biggest Loser 4-Week Marathon Plan.  Caution – marathons are longer than they appear.  May cause permanent injury.  Act now.  Supplies are limitless. 

We say time doesn’t matter, but secretly we really want to know how fast they ran.  Are you faster than a Biggest Loser?  

Daris (Season 9): 4.02 at 197 pounds (down from 346 pounds).  

Tara (Season 8): 4.56 at 159 pounds (down from 294 pounds). 

Helen (Season 8): 5.48 at 147 pounds (down from 257 pounds). 

Koli (Season 9): 6.08 at 218 pounds (down from 403 pounds). 

Ashley (Season 9): 6.26 at 231 pounds (down from 374 pounds). 

Michael (Season 9): 6.26 at 299 pounds (down from 526 pounds). 

Mike (Season 8): 8.58 at 214 pounds (down from 388 pounds). 

Ron (Season 8): 13.16 at 279 pounds (down from 430 pounds). 

It is interesting that the three sub-200 pound contestants are also the three fastest contestants.  There certainly appears to be a relation between finish time and weight.  Mike is a notable outlier, at only 214 pounds his finish time ranks among the heaviest runners.  A little Excel magic confirms this EVA (expert visual assessment).  The Pearson’s r correlation coefficient for finish time and race weight is .57, compared to .41 for finish time and starting weight.  But both are solid correlations.  Run to lose weight or lose weight to run?  Remember your first year statistics: correlation doesn’t equal causation. 

Title Reference: Beck – Loser.  1993.

Head over feet

Credit for finding this weekend’s video goes to the the humorist over at Running is Funny

Title Reference: Alanis Morrisette – Head Over Feet.  1995.

Things that make you go hmmm

Daris runs 5K in 21.04

I watch The Biggest Loser.  The show tempts me into binge eating while watching, even though most of the contestants have lost more than I weigh.  Or used to weigh, before I started my weekly two-hour Biggest Loser binges.    

Contestant Daris George (pictured left) recently ran The Biggest Loser 5K race in 21.04.   Then he ran back to collect his get-Dallas-fit-team, so the race wasn’t an all out effort for him.  He’s young, so he has that annoying speed advantage.  And he works out all day long.  So he has that annoying fitness advantage.  But he still weights 214 pounds and 4 months ago he weighed almost 350.   

21.04.  I don’t want to be a skeptic, but it comes naturally to me.  I’m not convinced that his finish time is legit.  Or more plausibly, the time is legit but the course wasn’t a full 5K.  Were the interns out there with a measuring wheel or a counter?  I think a car odometer is a bit more likely.  In other words, not certified.  A 21.04K is a 4.12/km (6.46/mile) pace.  Again, I don’t want to be the skeptic, but that just seems …. unlikely without some mighty fine genetics.   Where can I get some mighty fine genetics? 

But perhaps he has a lot of natural speed and Jillian yelled him to the finish.  I’d certainly run faster than usual if she was screaming at me.  Plus, would the show risk another running scandal?  He did reportedly run a real road race a month later in 21.16.  A minute and a bit slower, despite another month of training, but still a great time.   

What do you think, is his Biggest Loser 5K time legit?   

Title Reference: C+C Music Factory – Things That Make You Go Hmmm. 1990.

I get knocked down

Some ads are worth sharing.  This is one of those ads.

Credit goes to Karen Karnis, the Endorphin Junkie, for finding this clip.  As thanks take a moment to check out her blog: http://www.irun.ca/blog/index.php/category/karenkarnis/

Title Reference:  Chumbawamba - Tubthumping*. From the album Tubthumper. 1996.

* According to Wikipedia, the liner notes for this song mention the short story The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner.

Monsterpiece Theatre

Dear fellow bloggers,

Too busy to blog?  Find running related videos on YouTube and try to pass them off as a post. 

You’re welcome.

Chariots of Fur.  What am I going to get now that I made it to the end of the beach?  You get to run the other way.  Old bean.

 Taming of the Shoe.  What to do with an unruly shoe?  Tameth.

The first cut is the deepest

A mini marathon.  26.2 feet.  42.2 metres.  I’m not sure my math is right.  But at my current level of (un)fitness, a turtle distance marathon would push me beyond my physical limit.  I get winded just saying marathon.  Shelly and her sweatband would leave me behind like that infamous Hare.  My legs have forgotten how to run.  Silently willing them to move faster has proven ineffective.  Not so silently commanding them to go faster has similarly failed to work.  My once light step has transformed into a painful clomp.  My long run pace has become my tempo run pace.  Half the distance seems twice as far.  The glare from the untouched white pages of my logbook blinds me.  My already paid for race entries mock me.  It’s official, my new training cycle has begun.  I survived week one.  Barely.  In the words of Shelly the Turtle, how did I get into this?      

Title Reference: Cat Stevens – The First Cut is the Deepest.  From the album New Masters.  1967.

You all everybody

5 weeks.  5 seasons of Lost.  5 short runs.  If I can’t quickly find the willpower to drag myself off the sofa, into a pair of running shoes, and out the door I fear a spring PB is, well, as lost as the survivors from Oceanic Flight 815.  Spring training kickoff, take three.  And by three I mean four.  Five.    

Title Reference: DriveSHAFT* – You all everybody.  From the album DriveSHAFT.  1999.  *A fictional band from a TV show.   Called Lost.

You can’t always get what you want

Every Saturday morning you ask yourself, will that Wile E. Coyote ever catch the cunning and quick Roadrunner?  Answer, yes.   Now what?

Vintage Capture (the idea that this 1980 episode is vintage sent me straight to a tub of ice cream.  I’m older than vintage.  And no, classic is not better.  No, neither is retro.):

Modern Capture (I recommend you save this one for home viewing, unless your boss has liberal policies on profanity in the workplace):

Title Reference: The Rolling Stones – You Can’t Always get What You Want.  From the album Let It Bleed.  1969.

Run for your life little girl

Deep in post marathon(s) sloth I had but one mission.  To indulge in a lazy weekend:  sleeping in, eating bonbons, and watching Saturday morning cartoons.  One problem.  What happened to Saturday morning cartoons?   My options seemed limited to 27 slightly different versions of Scooby Doo.  I survived, thanks to my Animaniacs DVDs.  Close one.

In an effort to feel young again I started youtubing (yes, I turn nouns into verbs) childhood favourites.  How I managed to watch so many shows with only three channels is a mystery.  I’m very determined.  Captain Caveman.  The Ewoks.  Inspector Gadget.  Astroboy.  Jem.  Gummi Bears.  The Smurfs.  Alvin and The Chipmunks.  Beetlejuice.  The Real Ghostbusters.  The Smoggies.  Tiny Toon Adventures.  Post-race nostalgia is the best medicine. 

But even I have a retro cartoon limit.  A very high limit, but one nonetheless.  Growing bored I youtubed ”cartoons + running” and discovered (i) in the 60s there was a cartoon series based on The Beatles that, unlike every other show from the 60s, never seemed to make it to the nonstop rerun circuit and (ii) each episode centred around a hit song, including one based on Run for Your Life.  The song-skit intergration is a bit of a stretch, but this is a blog about running and I’m not running much this week …. so you’re stuck with a video.   I learned this trick from my 4th grade teacher.  She would show a video on Hangover Monday.  The Beatles clip doesn’t compare to The Sweater, but the dialogue is cartoon classic:  The peasants are revolting. You are not so hot yourself.  But enough of politics.  Without further ado …

Reference:  The Beatles TV Series.  I’m Down/Run For Your Life.  Episode 29.  1966.

Title Reference:  The Beatles – Run For Your Life.  From the album Rubber Soul.  1965.

On my way to where the air is sweet

Hello everybody.  That’s my Grover impersonation.  Sesame Street’s 40th season is about to begin (the younger sibling, the beloved Canadian Sesame Street of my childhood, is still a 30-something).  Even Google is celebrating with muppet-themed doodles.  I love nostalgia.  Yes, I realize that is a sign of old age.  Although I’m not as old as Sesame Street.  Or Canadian Sesame Street.

Sesame Street, old school.  Just the way I like it.   

Sesame Street has a shoe contract?  It’s never to early for brand loyalty.  

p.s. Who is this Murray?  

Running amok.  Amok amok amok.   

Gordon’s Morning Run.  Remember kids, running is really good exercise and it’s fun too.  The Chariots of Fire -inspired soundtrack is the perfect touch.   

One for the playlist?  Maybe I watched too many stranger danger shows growing up, but this guy sounds really creepy when he says come run with me and we’ll have fun.  

And because I need to include Grover, the best of all the muppets:

Title Reference: Joe Raposo – Can You Tell Me How To Get To Sesame Street?  Sesame Street Theme Song.  1969.

I love the mountains

I love campfire songs, campfire or no campfire.  More often no campfire.  Now I call them road trip songs.  The people driving the ten hours with me to run Marine Corps just had a horrified moment of regret.   I am not, how shall I say, going to win a reality TV show contest for singing.  I am, however, self-aware enough to avoid the audition process and a humiliating clip in the outtake show during which my countrymen shake their collective heads wondering how can she not know she can’t sing?  Shouldn’t someone tell her?  Answer, they did, at a very early and emotionally scarring age.    

I Love the Mountains.  Mostly I just like singing boom dee ah dah over and over and over and over, until Husband loses his ever loving mind.   I love the mountains so much that this song became trapped in my brain during last week’s speed training session.  Boom dee ah dah on loop as I ran around a never-ending 400 metre loop.  As I ran in circles it occurred to me that this would be a nice song to get me over those not so flat routes … “I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills”.  I’m going to sing it on my way up up up to the Marine Corps finish line, which, I’m told, is at the top of will-sucking mountain.

I also love that you can change the I love the Mountains lyrics to say pretty much anything you want.   

I love the big hills.
I love the pouring rain.
I love the sore feet.
I love the muscle strains.
I love the long runs.
Crossing the finish line.

Boom dee ah dah. Boom dee ah dah.
Boom dee ah dah. Boom dee ah dah.
Boom dee ah dah. Boom dee ah dah.
Boom dee ah dah. Boom dee ah dah.

p.s. Discovery Canada’s reinvention of this oldie is pretty cool.  It kinda makes you wanna break into song.  This commercial is the reason the song became trapped in my head during last week’s track workout.

The Fast Emporer

Lenny Woldringh interviews running great Haile Gebrselassie for the Dutch TV show Praatjesmakerss (Loose translation: Talkmakers).  This video is evidence that he is not only the world’s greatest distance runner (26 records broken), but an extremely lovely and gracious man.  As a kid gowing up on a farm in Ethiopia he used to run 10K to school and 10K home everyday and now he runs with a crooked arm as though he’s still carrying those schoolbooks.  “In the rainy season, sometimes to get to the first lesson we had to run really quick, because we had to cross the river to school and we’d have to go up and down the bank to find a place to cross because there is no bridge”.

Lenny interviews him just before the 2009 Berlin Marathon – the very race in which one year earlier he shattered his marathon record and became the first –and so far only– man ever to run sub 2.04 (2.03.59, to be precise).  The man is older than me.  I’m such a slacker.  In 2009 he attempted to break his own record and was on pace to do so until 30K, when a  ”dramatic” slowing meant a 2.06.08 finish (for a cool analysis of what happened to the pace check out The Science of Sport).  Before the race he seems calm and cool, even in the face of a barrage of confusing questions, poems, and jokes by a very adult boy.

Maybe there is magic in Lenny’s ear (I wonder what Earbud said to Haile).  There sure is magic in Haile: “You know, I want to help my country. Definitely I can help them, simply by winning races. Sure, they can follow my path to a good career.  But for me it is not enough.  I want to be more than that. In everything I want to be a role model.”

p.s. Who can translate that poem?  I’m so very curious.

Chillin’, maxin’, relaxin’ all cool

I’m gonna say something that I want you to remember for the rest of your lives.  The key to life is running and reading.

I like this advice.  It’s good advice.  Running and reading.  Brilliant in its simplicity.  I may be biased because running and reading (and TV watching) are two of my favourite activities.  I’m pretty sure Will Smith endorses TV watching as well, especially little gems like The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

Why Running?  When you are running there’s a little person that talks to you.  And that little person says oh I’m tired.  My lungs are gonna pop.  Oh I’m so hurt.  I’m so tired.  There’s no way I can possibly continue.  And you want to quit.  Right?  If you learn how to defeat that person when you are running, you will learn how to not quit when things get hard in your life.  Running, alright, that’s the first key to life.

This is deeper than I would expect from a Kid’s Choice Award speech, but the man makes a good point. Getting through tough moments on the run is confidence building.

Why Reading?  The reason that reading is so important.  There are million and millions and millions and gazillions of people that have lived before all of us.  There is no new problem that you can have … that someone hasn’t already solved and wrote about it in a book.  So the keys to life are running and reading.

 Does that mean everything I write has been written before?

 

p.s. Credit for finding this video goes to Hai Nguyen.

 Title Reference:  Will Smith – The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

There’s no I in win

Narrator: And now the story of a wealthy family who lost everything and the one son who had no choice but to keep them all together.

I have this bad habit of falling for brilliant shows under-appreciated by the TV viewing public.  Sadly, these shows are usually cancelled before their junior year.  Arrested Development is one of those shows.   My heart always skips a beat when a favourite show and a favourite hobby collide, as it did in when Michael Bluth and his nephew Steve Holt! competed in the Church And State Fair’s annual father-son triathlon.  Michael’s actual son, George Micheal, wanted to enter the triathlon with his dad, but papa thought his odds were better with the “older, and … more manly” Steve Holt!.  A cruel move explained when the narrator provides some historical context:  Michael and his son had never made a good athletic team.  The only thing that George Michael was good at was hanging motion-less from the monkey bars, which the President’s Council On Fitness ranks as “slightly easier than the slide”.   Michael’s sole motivation for entering the triathlon was to prove his manhood to his girlfriend, believing she thought him a “pussy” (she did, but in the endearing British sense of the word, not the cowardly American sense of the word).  

Unlike some TV athletes (Barney Stintson, I’m looking at you), Bluth trains, albeit following the always successful excessive last minute program.  His athletic nephew Steve Holt! takes him through his paces and feeds him motivational pearls of wisdom such as “don’t ask can I?, ask I can!” and ”you can control your bladder when you’re dead” and ”no blood, no oil!” and the classic  ”there’s no I in win”.   This ramped up training was, in part, prompted by his own father’s lack of confidence in his ability to complete the gruelling event.  Using his newly discovered Scared Straight scare tactics, George Bluth Senior questions Michael’s decision to compete: “Triathlon?  Do you know how hard a triathlon is?  People lose control of every bodily function.  Didn’t you ever see that video [Note: I've helpfully inserted a less exciting clip hidden in a Gatorade commercial with a few of the finish line crash scenes contained in "that video"]?  You’re not even in shape!  You’re gonna fall apart in front of everybody.”  Thanks dad.

Narrator: Chris Legh’s 1997 Ironman Breakdown

Finally race day arrives, but his workout binge has left Michael non-functional from pain.  To ensure a win he bag checks his ethics and accepts a little illegal boost from Steve Holt! who ”got them from Coach; they’re filled with oxygen and it makes you incontinent.  It’s called Oxy Incontin.”  Narrator:  Steve didn’t have that quite right.   As they crossed the finish line Michael echos what so many before him have felt, “Believe it or not, that took about everything I’ve got.  I don’t know what was in that pill, but I do not feel great.”  Worth it?  I think so.

Narrator: Michael and Steve Holt finished their triathlon in first place.  Of course, they were way older.   The water portion of the race took place in a kiddie pool.  It’s Arrested Development.
 

Show Reference:  Arrested Development, Season 3, Episode 4 “Notapusy”.  Original airdate November 2005.

The Wild Chase. Meep beep.

It’s a Warner Bros. Showdown as Road Runner and Speedy Gonzales vie for the title Fastest Cartoon Character.  The tough route, set in the American desert, seems to favour the bird with a home-course advantage.  Still, one should not underestimate the fastest mouse in all of Mexico.  Looney Tunes was never known for subtlety, as we see fans in cowboy hats lined up behind the $2 window placing the bets on Road Runner contrasted with men in sombreros at the 2 peso window placing their bets on Speedy.  The race marshal aims his gun at the audience (duck!) and they are off, in all their Technicolor glory.  If these two live up to their billing as the swiftest creatures in the cartoon world we are in for a nail-biting competition.

As Road Runner and Speedy chase the win, Sylvester and Wile E. Coyote join forces to chase dinner.  Ever the optimists, the inept scoundrels have their knives and forks are at the ready.  Although the race distance is not disclosed, it must be a rather long course given the number of evil plans and traps Syl and Wile have time to set.  As they are apt to in a Warner Bros cartoon, hijinks ensue and the hapless predators predictably (spoiler alert!) fail to nab their prey.  The animated short, however, does not fail to recycle the pranks and pratfalls of episodes past.  Like the toon world’s law of physics dictating no falling until you realize there is no longer land beneath your paws and the ever-popular careening over a cliff, surviving the fall only to have a chunk of the aforementioned rock face fall upon you.  Fortunately puddy tats always land on their feet.  I’m not so sure about hard luck coyotes.

Villainous plot twists do nothing to slow the blistering pace set by the breakneck duo.  I love that the racers come to a simultaneous dead stop midrace to enjoy a snack of birdseed and cheese (my kind of sprinters), unknowing that the bad guys planted -and of course sabotaged- the treats.  I’m still not sure if it’s brains or dumb-luck, but the bird and mouse once again get away unscathed, freshly fueled by the energy boost.  Speedy is especially fortunate; cheese would send me straight to the pot-a-loo, race over.

It occurs to me that Syl and Wile must be rather fast themselves, frequently surging ahead to then wait for the chance to ambush their nemesises.  It’s most impressive when one considers all the energy they waste on their evil plotting, boulder moving, dynamite lighting, and the like.  That and the countless trips to ER must take some time.  If their enthusiasm for killing could be channeled into training this race would have two more contenders for the title Speediest Toon.  I think their running potential has gone unrecognized for far too long.

As we near the finish the announcer proclaims the race to be “neck in neck”, but it looked to me like there was a clear leader.  Maybe the announcer had a better angle (or a bet on the race, ha).  So who won?  I’m not about to spoil that one for you.  I will say that the finish photo features a rocket car, hee.

Enjoy:

Reference: Merrie Melodies, Season 1, “The Wild Chase”, original airdate 27 February 1965.