With all of my love for Deion over the years, I feel betrayed that he would be part of a sabotage scheme to ruin my marathon. However, I am happy to report that the sabotage attempt has been discovered and I am following up with an ass kicking to all parties involved. Let me explain:
First a little back story: I name my running shoes. It’s kind of fun and it helps me differentiate between similar shoes. As I’m working in a shoe rotation, it helps me keep track of the mileage that each pair has on them. So let’s look back at my first running shoes from last year:
These are my marathon shoes from the Honolulu Marathon. With the black, yellow and white colors, after long debate, I named them after Roberto Clemente of the Pittsburgh Pirates. Pirate colors are black, yellow and white and Roberto Clemente was one of the most charitable (and all around solid) dudes ever. So that fit in with me running the Honolulu Marathon for charity. Roberto Clemente did me well and were a great fit for my feet.
After the Honolulu Marathon, Roberto Clemente-shoes were retired (but did reappear for the MNJ Co-ed Softball season). I went to the local running shop and was hustled into moving away from the Roberto Clemente shoes (I looked for his twin brother) and was instead moved into the next line up. Same supportive Mizuno Wave shoe, however these were lighter, had better support and response. They fit just as well. They looked different, but the Fleet Feet hustler insisted it was the same shoe (but ended up being $40 more). These shoes were blue, silver and white. UGHHH. How can I name my shoes after these colors. I tried hard to convince myself these are Cubs colors, but they aren’t. So the only teams I could think of are the Dallas Cowboys and the Detroit Lions. I absolutely hate the Cowboys and never think of the constant loser Lions, so this was going to be tough.
My first pair (from the hustler at Fleet Feet) I decided to name after probably (after Spud Webb) the most size challenged player for his sport. Barry Sanders. Barry Sanders was WAYY to small to play football, but he didn’t care and ended up being a superstar. I am definitely the wrong size for running a marathon, so this seemed like a good fit. Barry Sanders (Barry is the left and Sanders is the right shoe) and I had a pretty solid first 250 miles together. However, running shoes typically last 200-400 miles. And with me beating them (with more weight per step) than most, I decided to play it conservative. So after about 200 miles, I started working in my second pair of shoes. Neon Deion.
My second (identical to Barry Sanders) pair of silver, blue and white shoes were named after the only other Lions or Cowboys player I loved, Deion Sanders. The Lions, well I couldn’t name them Hermann Moore and that’s it to memorable Lions. As for the Cowboys, they were all a-holes, so no respect will be paid to Troy, Emmit, Michael, etc. But Deion Sanders, he was my guy. I loved him with the Atlanta Braves/Falcons, l loved him with the 49ers, and I survived him being a Cowboy. So Neon (left shoe) Deion (right shoe) made his way into my rotation in early September. Neon Deion was going to take me through my long runs and have about 125 miles on them when it came time for the Whistlestop Marathon. Perfect. Broken in, but still fresh with more than enough cushioning left in them.
As I have reported in my last post, my last 2+ weeks were terrible. My legs felt terrible and injuries were becoming more than nagging pain, but full on injury. My confidence was at an all time low and my pain at an all time high. Things were not going well. I changed my workout schedule and changed my marathon goals to “survival mode”, just finish. It was late last week when I was doing a Twitter search on marathons and I found the following tweet:
Ethiopian_MarathonTeam: @KenyonNationalMarathonTeam: Guys, it seems like the plan is working. Our sabotage of Dave’s NeonDeion shoes is a success. He is injured. We now have a shot at the Whistlestop About 2 hours ago from UberTwitter
WHAT!?!?! The stinkin’ Ethiopian and Kenyon marathoners are working together to injure me? Well this means war…. And I’m coming to the race with some brass knuckles. Heck who needs those. I’m picking up one of the other racers and I’ll beat the Ethiopians and Kenyons with their fellow conspirators.
So that ticked me off. I put Neon Deion aside to pulled old Barry Sanders out from the back of the closet. My Saturday long (well long run for a tapering week) went awesome. My Monday and Wednesday runs this week were awesome as well. I will not let those sucka’s hold me down. I’m back.
So while there are still some lingering effects from my 2+ weeks of bad running in sabotaged shoes, my anger and drive to destroy the Kenyon and Ethiopian marathoners will bring me through.
My Kitchen: Krissy Running Pasta 18/17
For the last year+, whenever I have a long run, Krissy makes me some special magical running pasta and it’s been fantastic. I will be eating it for the 3 days leading up to the marathon. As my gift to you all, here is the recipe (add a little more salt if close to a long run/marathon):
1 box penne rigate or mostaccioli
4-5 Tblsp. Extra virgin Olive oil
A few dashes of Basil, or Italian seasoning, or basil and rosemary Pine nuts – around 1/2 cup?
While pasta is boiling in salted water (I use sea salt), toast pine nuts in broiler or on stove in skillet, no oil. Watch them, they burn quickly once they start turning brown. Drain pasta, add oil, seasoning and pine nuts. Mix and serve.
May add cherry or grape tomatoes. Slice them in halves put on a cookie sheet with the oil and seasoning. Add at the end.
Who knew that the Ho Chunk Casino in Wisconsin had a sports book. But they are the closest thing to local action for the Whistlestop Marathon. They just put up their opening numbers and have me at 2:1 to complete the marathon and 10,000:1 to beat the crap out of those sabotaging Kenyons and Ethiopians.