Some interesting new research is out on the effects of running. Some of the findings will make you want to dig your waffle trainers out of the closet. Other findings may explain a thing — or ache — or two.
For instance, if you thought Forest Gump was nuts, in fact, he may have been on to something with his cross-country jaunts. A study of 44 runners taking part in the 4,500-kilometer 2009 TransEurope-FootRace (in case you’ve forgotten, the 2009 TEFR began in southern Italy on April 19, 2009, and ended in Norway on June 21 of that year) explains some phenomena that may survive even accomplished runners. The runners who agreed to participate in the study all had their blood, urine and biometric data (whole-body volume, body fat, visceral fat, abdominal subcutaneous adipose tissue and fat and skeletal muscle of the lower extremities) collected daily. Some also slid into an MRI (“the gold standard for the evaluation of the musculoskeletal system of the runner,” according to the study) every three or four days. From all this poking and prodding researchers made some general findings:read more
I’d been referring to this injury that had been dogging me for three weeks a hamstring pull, but I knew that wasn’t right. For one, the pain was at the front of my leg, nearly to my groin; wouldn’t I feel hamstring in the back of my leg? And the more I worked it, the less it hurt. Seemed a hamstring would continue hurting, hurt even more, the more I worked out. So when the physician’s assistant returned to the exam room with the results of an X-ray, I was pretty sure I knew the diagnosis: stress fracture.read more
It may seem not right to suggest that Thanksgiving won’t be complete without the trots and runs, but it’s true. Imagine going out for a nice run — a 5K, an 8K, a 10K or even a half marathon —before settling in for a day of Thanksgiving feasting.read more
“That first 200 was pretty good,” Tim said as he followed me on his bike, “but you need to pick it up for the last 400.”
Right, I gasped to myself. And you can pick up my lung when I cough it up.
It was my first “coached” running workout and a whirlwind of thoughts rushed through my oxygen-deprived brain as I did the third of my four prescribed 600-meter sprints (bookended by a pair of 1,000-meter dashes). Will I be seeing that tuna wrap I had for lunch again? was foremost. Why am I doing this? was a close second. By “this,” I meant hiring, at age 54, a coach to drive me, push me and to make my body feel like it hadn’t since I’d last crossed paths with a coach in high school some 35 years ago.read more
In my previous running life — in my 20s, in the ‘80s — I found myself on two occasions in New Orleans, covering conventions. On both visits it rained, and even though I’m a wimp when it comes to running in wet weather — soggy shoes, chaffing in especially sensitive places, I wear glasses, shall I go on? — I was able to put in my usual five miles thanks to a word of wisdom passed along by a hotel valet:read more