Time to blog!!!!

I wish I blogged more! Certainly I'll have a post after next week's Mission Gorge 15k, but I'm hesitant to journal/blog my day-in and day-out, which works well towards the general narrative and the many subplots that transpire throughout our unpredictable lives. I read blogs that regularly touch on the quotidian, the pedestrian, the minutiae. And it's cool! A guy like Jameson is terribly interesting. One of his latest posts concerns his daily schedule (he even mentions when he uses the bathroom!!!); it got a ton of response, meaning people simply dig the details, including me! Burgeoning scribes will hear this cardinal rule echoed down multitudinous halls of letters: the devil (or God) is in the details. Think on paper, ya freshman, put it down! Writing is God's way of showing you how disorganized you are, etc., etc. . . .

So, why am I, one who studies communication, who has a fairly fertile forum before me, so mum? It's a great question. And as I explore it and in turn write about it, perhaps the answer will reconcile much of what stumps so talkative a guy as myself who in fact actively likes to read others' musings.

I would like to take a stab at one reason I haven't been more consistent, more loquacious. Much of the blogging I read relates to endurance sports. Since I've done triathlon in the past, and a few of the regular blogs I read are from triathletes, I suppose I've been exposed mostly to that discourse. This is a training-heavy life-style and related lingo. The training schedule of one trying to master three sports is almost ridiculous. I've actually fancied it like a really bad contestant on American Idol; training for two 70.3s was almost silly. Just ask my wife. I was diligent (swimming and running during lunch breaks, etc.), without a coach, but committed and smart enough to know that a 56 mile bike on Camp Pendleton and a half marathon are not to be taken lightly. I still under-trained in every sport, but finished in under 6 both times and that's that. The suffering sufficed. My wife and kid were the real winners. I was just the weiner in spandex. Obviously, I digress.

All of the training jargon, especially as it includes the gobs of technical gadgetry seems to rub me the wrong way, especially as it concerns my training. I guess I'm old school. I have enjoyed reading a guy like ChuckieV. He's triathlon, but has a nice old school vibe. He has good things to say about training, gadgetry, and the Central Coast, which is the greatest place on earth. Check him out. I thought I'd close with this excerpt from ChuckieV. I hope he doesn't mind. This comes near the end of one of his bits about the caveman (props to the cavester):

In training, don't be afraid to occasionally take the caveman approach and find some shit out for yourself. Go ape-shit! No Internet forum is going to know what works for you, or what doesn't. No coach or scientist or "expert" is going to either, without some trial and error. You need to think like the bumble bee or the caveman or the German goddess and do what it takes to learn for yourself. This is the best form of learning and it's called EXPERIENCE. We learn from experience and we gain experience from making mistakes. Go out on a limb, because as any Neanderthal can tell you, that's where the fruit is found.

That's what I need on a daily basis. The organic training schedule that let's me push buttons that no one else can push. It could be a sick beach run, a crazed 1:45 mountain run, a race I'm under-trained to run (see previous post), or some recovery days to hang with my family.

Time will tell. The 1:32 1/2 marathon I ran on my own last year is my carrot. I proceeded to get injured and have just gotten back to the run. It's the trail run. The results won't lie. I hope to make some progress as I turn to master the masters. On the trail. Under the sun. With those who believe in keeping it real!