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Saturday, September 14, 2013

Life of a Running Shoe

It sends chills down my mid sole when that bell rings at 1:49 I know that I am to be used and abused in half and hour.  I am carried to the locker room in a backpack.  I'm taken out and tossed onto the floor.  I wait and then plug my nose as his smelly feet enter the toe pocket.  The weight on me isn't too bad just yet.  My laces are pulled tight around his foot and tied in a triple knot.  There is no way I'm escaping now.

He walks through the dusty hall and into the bathroom.  I am sitting on a coating of urine now just begging and begging to get out of there.  I am then walked out to the turf where I wait for the real agony to begin.

The coach comes up and tells the team to warm up.  Me and all the other shoes hold our breath as we know our pain is just about to begin.  We are first trod upon on the outside, inside, toe, and heel.  We are then skipped upon.  The double impact and slight drag scrape and bruise my face,  slowly ridding me of my rubber skin.  After they warm up they begin the run.  This really hurts me.  I take more abuse than just about any other object during this part of the day.

The hot asphalt begins to melt me; I'm bent with every single step.  My spine is just abused constantly.  Every landing my face is pressed hard against the ground and my body is compressed.  Right now it feels extremely painful but I know i'm in for it when I make a hard turn off the road.  It is no longer burning my face but I am now being thrown into logs, thorns, sharp rocks, and gravel.  I become plastered with mud and it becomes hard to breathe.  Parts of my rubber skin are literally torn apart at times when I become in contact with the ground.  When I return back I am discarded like nothing.

I feel so unappreciated.  I go through all of this pain and I'm not even untied when he takes me off for strides.  His feet are simply pulled through the tight opening as if I were a sock.  I'M NOT A SOCK! I cant believe all of the pain I've been through by the end of the day.  When the day is over I am taken home and placed out to dry.  Well that is if he remembers to take me out to dry.  I am often just left in the bag to remain wet and stink.  He really should learn to take me out.

I know that some day he will retire me.  I will either be used for walking or be shipped off to Africa until I am run to the ground.  I will then reside the rest of my life in a landfill until my sole completely decomposes and is released from this horrid world where us running shoes are abused.  Until that day I wait and withstand the pain I'm put through, being a noble running shoe until I die.


Just for reference this is the midsole of the shoe:

Monday, September 9, 2013

Cool Song Mashup

This past summer I wanted to be able to play guitar and ukelelele on a basic level; just playing a few songs.  I went on and searched how to play after going over basic music notes in an old guitar book I had.  I was amazed to find that with just four chords you can play so many songs.  If you ever want to learn a string instrument I reccomend trying this; it is a very simple way to start out.

This song uses the chord progression I V iv VI
The chord progressions in different keys are here:

Changing the key changes the pitch to suit voice and other catergories but does not change the sound (the chords are all the same differences)

Because this is a running blog I thought it would also be interesting to post a video with 180bpm songs.  This mix is an awesome remix of violin music at 180bpm.  If you think it will be boring listen; it is sped up to 180bpm specifically for runners and sounds awesome.  I reccomend it for working out or just listening to in general.  It is really cool!



Why 180 bpm?
It has been scientifically proven that running with a stride rate of 180 steps per minute is ideal for the most efficient form.  They even play songs with this tempo at national track meets to help the runners hopefully keep their stride rate on pace.  This helps the best times be reached especially for the distance runners in the 800m; mile and two mile.

Shoutout to Mr.Sheehan! Get well soon so you can teach our awesome class!

~ Dan


Saturday, September 7, 2013

Courage

Throughout life we are all met with many paths to take.  Most of these paths involve taking a risk, and that risk can either be large or small.  We are courageous when we take the path with high risk; the difficult path; the one that is not often traveled by.  That path is often one of the most rewarding but comes with its inherent difficulty, fear, and risk.  Everybody enjoys the rewards of courage: the wonderful feeling of accomplishment, the knowledge gained, and the happiness found.

It was early April of sixth grade when I found my chance at being courageous.  My father and his friend Bruce were going to hike and ski Tuckerman Ravine, a steep ravine on Mount Washington.  This involved carrying a heavy pack up a steep trail to the base of the ravine and then physically climbing the insanely steep wall where you ski down.  There is often a very high avalanche danger especially after recent snow.  Avalanches are dangerous with crevasses being almost equally as bad.  There has been 137 deaths from 1849 to 2008 on Washington making this a very dangerous place to be; but I opted to come despite my fears and the risks, and I am glad I did.

We headed up right after a snow storm in late April, and the avalanche danger moved from low to high.  This was nerve-racking especially because we would be tired by the time we got to the ravine carrying our skis and boots on our packs.  The trail was snow covered and it took about 4 hours to reach the ravine.  once there we observed the conditions and realized how huge it was.  standing at the base of the ravine looking at the surrounding mountains such as wildcat you are extremely high.  we decided to take a steep route up the ravine.  We put our ski boots on; dropped our pack and began to climb.  It became nerve racking.  The only thing holding you up is the holes you make with your boots kicking and your skis horizontally placed across from you.  If we made one mistake you were at the bottom of the ravine.


Your heart begins to beat rapidly as you climb filling with nerves.  You are heading to spot high up on the wall.  One slip and all of that effort is wasted and you could end up severely hurt or even dead on the way down.  We faced our fears and continued on.  All of a sudden my father lost his footing and slides down a large portion of the ravine.  This scares the crap out of you thinking that you are next; and making you second guess your decision.  The thing keeping you going is your determination and your courage; knowing how awesome it will be to ski down, and say you skied down.  That is pushing you onward with your decision.  You have the will or courage to fight on and make it to your goal.  This is what we did.

We reached our goal and put our skis on (not an easy feat on such a steep incline).  We enjoyed the view; it was the most stunning and beautiful view I have ever seen.  We looked and saw that we were above just about everything that surrounded us.  The surrounding mountains which are fairly large looked flat.  Most of all the slope we were going to ski down looked terrifying.

Once you commit and start to move there is no turning back; no stopping.  You need to go and flow with the mountain.  It is that first turn; pointing your skis down the slope that you must muster an enormous amount of courage to complete.  As you are about to go down you know that if you fall you are not stopping or getting up until you reach the base of the ravine.  It is honestly terrifying to look down that slope; and it takes a lot of courage to overcome this fear; but we did.  We unleashed the mountain and let it take us flying down the slope until we ended up at the base.  It was exhilarating and awesome.  It was well worth the fear.

We then proceeded to ski out of the ravine towards the parking lot down a trail called the "Sherbie" it is a relatively easy mogul trail that was open until halfway down.  once we got to the end of it we had to put our dreaded packs back on our backs and hike down.  I was 12 years old and exhausted.  I just wanted to sleep but I pushed on and made it all the way down.  I practically fell asleep in the car back to the hotel; but was so glad I did it.

This showed me that anything is possible and without risk there is now reward.  Without trying to accomplish something you cant.  You have to push through the pain and agony to achieve things.  These lessons have been very important and have helped me greatly as a runner.  As a distance runner I know what its like to be tired and wanting to quit, just like how I felt during this trip but I know that if I push through, stay in the race, and do my best every single day I will reach my goals and do well.

This adventure taught me that we are defined by what we do, not what we don't do.  This means that we need to accomplish things to become who we are.  We can't be afraid to take risks; if we are then we will just end up sitting around all day afraid of everything.  You need to go out there and be courageous.  You must go through hardship to realize how good you have it, you need to push yourself to achieve.  With time, sweat, and tears, anything is possible if you put your heart into it.