First day back to the gym since the accident. I have to admit, I was apprehensive that I’d ever get back. But 35 relatively easy minutes on a recumbent stationary cycle followed by physical therapy exercises. Tempo maxed out at at 156bpm heartrate, and some core muscles sang way out of tune, but a warm sweat was nice for a change and new headphones helped. I plan to go back soon, if only to get out of the house.
After a two week hiatus, Smokin’ Fast is back and naturally I’m talking about pain after spending the last three weeks thinking pretty hard about it whether I wanted to or not.
Pictured are some before and after images of my shoulder, including the scapular fracture through the glenoid fossa of the glenohumeral joint and the complete clavicle fracture. The clavicle was nailed back together with stainless steel, while the scapula was wrapped and riveted with titanium.
(via Smokin’ Fast: Roller Derby Dreams: Culture/Entertainment: SFAppeal)
Pretty proud of this one. Much respect to Mickispeedia and Jentropy, who took the time to answer some questions on how they got started. Roller derby is serious business! Full disclosure, I neglected to take any pictures of the multiple women laid up in wheelchairs with their legs in casts.
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Charge your phone, load your Clipper card and step away from your Tumblr dashboard! My latest column for the San Francisco Appeal is up. This week, I share some of my tips gleaned from years of experience getting around town — and out of it — to enjoy some exercise in the great outdoors. Photo by Ian Collins.
It was a beautiful day at Kezar for nine miles, including seven 800m intervals. Can’t say I held up under three minutes for all of them — my device batteries all crapped out after half an hour, saving me the indignity of a descending pace — but I felt pretty strong throughout if raspy.
Big, beautiful crowd assembled after work, think I saw the San Francisco Road Runners among others. My new Merrells are kind of too cushy for this track work — felt I would have been faster in the trail gloves. But I’m sure my ankles will be thanking me next time I hit a twenty mile mark.
One of the concerns I have covering this shit is, well, from where do I derive my authority on the subject of fitness? I am no expert!
But as I just learned today, I am apparently ranked in the top half of my age group nationally by USA Triathlon, only 916 places behind Andy Potts. I should gain a couple after the score from my latest race is updated. Not that I’m into comparative rating or attachment to outcomes, so trust me, I am as surprised as you are!
Not sure that’s what anyone is looking for in an “expert,” exactly, but still, it’s something.
Update: Make that 866 places behind Andy Potts.
I lost a bunch of weight last two years and finished a lot of races, and for that reason people now come to me on occasion and ask me how I did it. I have no idea! Cigarettes and tears?Look for my column at the San Francisco Appeal on Tuesdays. Next week: Are you a loner or a joiner? After months loving running alone, I checked out a bunch of local running clubs before kicking off my marathon training.
