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End of semester and Zoo Run |
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Written by Neal Holtschulte
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Friday, 13 May 2011 |
I've wrapped up my second semester of graduate school and I feel good. For the summer I'll be doing research in Albuquerque, running, playing video games, and doing a bit of studying in anticipation of the comprehensive exams.
I discovered this quirky historical comic that y'all should read.
And I've got some great new tunes on my play list:
Awolnation - Sail
Champion - No Heaven
Finally on to that race. Well I decided to post it on my site, so click through to check it out.
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I'm back, but not better than ever |
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Written by Neal Holtschulte
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Monday, 07 March 2011 |
I'm back and racing again, racing on training that includes no speed work so clearly I'm not getting any smarter. Apparently lady luck still smiles on my races though as I won my debut Albuquerque race in 18:55 and that was a 5k. In my defense I made two wrong turns and... I dunno... the air is thin up here. (Also, the premier running club up here all ran the 10k the following day so I was off the hook in terms of major competition. See? Lucky.)
A couple weeks later I joined an undermanned team of computer science folks for the Mt. Taylor Quadrathalon; a bike, run, ski, snowshoe up Mt. Taylor and back down again. My legs, for I only wished to run, consisted of 5 miles with a 1200 ft elevation gain, followed by three hours of rest, then 5 miles back down again. Our 2 man, 1 woman team didn't break any land speed records but a good time was had by all and I didn't wreck my hamstring.
No, I saved the hamstring wrecking for rec-soccer (or should I say, wreck-soccer. yuk yuk yuk). My team consists of myself, a bunch of MFA grad students and 2 freshman ringers that needed a team to play on. We got devastated in our first game. One of our frosh scored both of our only 2 goals. I had 3 shots on goal that were close, but soccer, it turns out, is not like horse shoes and hand grenades.
Afterward my hamstring was bad... real bad. So I'm doing the old ice and ibuprofen circuit. At first I took the abusive approach, doing lots of painful stretching and blasting the tissue with my muscle roller. Then I reconsidered and began pampering my hamstring. I hope to apply the same schizophrenic technique to child rearing some day. I hear that works well.
Last Friday I was trying to jog out the pain in my hammy and I saw this group of people doing some serious working out. I decided to find out what was going on and went over to introduce myself. Turns out they are a somewhat random group of people that simply have bi-weekly workouts and I'm free to join. In an effort to spread abuse through lesser used muscles I gladly accepted.
I worked out with them for the first time today and lets just say that I did as many pushups today as Hine does in 2 weeks. Later in the evening putting a plate back in the cupboard required much effort and grunting.
But you know, life is pretty good. Honestly my hamstring is already feeling better. School is going well. I'm doing some wicked out-there research. The tentative paper title is: "
Software Diversity in Evolving Networks". Finally I'm still baking carrot cake on a semi-regular basis and amusing myself by listening to a pair of goofy Canadians casting Starcraft games: www.youtube.com/user/LifesAGlitchTV |
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All-Terrain One-Wheeled Vehicle |
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Written by Neal Holtschulte
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Monday, 17 January 2011 |
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In Neal Stephenson's over the top, cyberpunk novel Snow Crash the reader is treated to a description of futuristic skateboarders. These reckless individuals latch on to the backs of passing cars with magnetic harpoons and then surf behind at freeway speeds. To make such a ridiculous thing plausible Stephenson describes the skateboard wheels of the future. These wheels spin like normal wheels, but are made up of hundreds of retractable / extendible rods or spokes instead of a smooth circle. Riding over a pot hole is no problem. The spokes simply lengthen to make contact with the bottom of the pothole, then retract to smoothly roll over the lip on the other side.
But this is exactly what our legs do as we run, they extend down just far enough to touch the ground, roll back, cycle up towards our glutes, then extend down again. We are an all-terrain one-wheeled vehicle with two spokes. I say one-wheeled with two spokes instead of two-wheeled with one-spoke each because of the way the feet plant underneath a person's center of mass and not hip-width apart.
In Snow Crash future skateboards have short-range radar that scans the ground for obstacles and holes so the wheels know how to extend and retract to give an optimally smooth ride. We humans have two mechanisms to know how to extend our legs. The macro mechanism, for major changes in terrain, is our eyes, but we also have a micro mechanism which is in our toes, feet, and ankles. This mechanism responds to touch or lack thereof and responds to make minor adjustments in order to make contact with the ground.
So next time you're running, just think about rolling along. You are the fastest all-terrain unicycle on Earth. |
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Daylight Savings Time Sucks |
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Written by Neal Holtschulte
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Wednesday, 24 November 2010 |
It's pitch black outside by 5:30. This is not the welcome back to running that I hoped for, but I'm running. Slowly (and briefly) but surely, I am running. For now it will be 15 min every other day under the lights of Johnson field, a 1/2 to 3/4 mile circumference watered grass field on the south-eastern corner of the University of New Mexico campus.
I'm running in flats as I'd like to try out this bare foot or minimal support running and since I'm easing back into running at all I might as well also ease into this new style of running.
I'd like to think that the discomfort in my ankles and the awkwardness in my stride is due to the change of footwear and nothing more dire.
Even lacking smoothness it feels good to move again, to be a runner, to cover ground under my own power without strange, poorly-balanced, contraptions with exposed gears that want nothing more than to eat the bottoms of my pants legs. |
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Written by Neal Holtschulte
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Monday, 18 October 2010 |
...but very, very bruisable.
Neither me or my sister have ever broken a bone in our body. I've never had shin splints. My sister did gymnastics for years, not a crack. I crashed my bike last week, laid there and wanted to sleep forever, but nothing broke.
We're like Bruce Willis in that M. Night Shymalamalamalamalamalamalamanan movie with Sam Jackson.
There are consequences to daydreaming. There are consequences to multitasking even when the only thing you're doing is thinking and riding a bike, and I mean consequences besides being denied jedi knight training.
"Never his mind on where he was, what he was doing." - Yoda
I decide to try to solve one of my homework problems in my
head while I'm biking home at 8:30ish at night. 5 min into the ride I
realize I left my helmet in the computer lab. I don't feel like going
back so I keep moving, still thinking about the homework problem. I'm so lost in thought that I run my bike into a pole, a big thick metal
pole. We're talking telephone pole-thick. My only defense is that it
is sticking up out of the middle of an otherwise empty sidewalk, but
I've biked around it almost a hundred times already.
The bike stops dead. I fly forward and hit both thighs on the handle
bars. I get one hand on the ground and land flat on my chest. My head bounces once off the sidewalk.
Very far away I hear, "s--t man are you okay."
I don't want to ever move. My backpack flew forward so it is resting
on top of my head, holding me down. My bike is laying atop my right leg.
"Are you okay?"
The voice is still across the street, but I figure I ought to try to
move. I lift my head an inch off the ground and blood starts dripping
into black nickel-sized puddles.
"Are you okay?" Now he's standing over me.
"Help."
He lifts the bike off my leg and I manage to roll over onto my back.
"Are you okay?"
To which I finally respond with an almost whispered muttering of
something like, "f--- f---ing f--- me, f---ing pole, wear my f---ing
helmet, f---, f---ing, f---, f---ing pay attention."
"Yeah man, I ate it on my longboard about a week ago."
I finally look at this guy. He looks like a skater: lanky, caucasian,
cigarette dangling out of one hand. I raise a hand. He clasps it and
pulls me up. Few things disgust me more than smokers but Pol Pot could have lifted me off the ground and I would probably still have shook his hand.
We go through a little triage routine: Is anything broken? Don't think
so, how do I look? Pretty bad? Do you know where the nearest hospital is? No, not that bad, you'll be okay. Okay thanks, I'll be okay.
As I pick up my bike and start to walk he crosses the street. I'm
limping badly on my left leg, but I figure I can still peddle slowly
with the right. I step on the bike and peddle just spins, the chain is
misaligned. I try to switch gears and find my gear shift missing.
That's what my left thigh hit. It struck the gear shift housing and
knocked the little plastic box clean off. I search for it on the side
walk and can't even find it.
So I walk the bike to a taco bell. You have to be a patron to use the
bathroom, but an otherwise unhelpful manager gives me the key anyway.
Maybe she felt bad seeing the blood running down my face. Well it's a moot point because the bathroom has no mirror so I leave
without anyone offering me any help, just some stares from the
patrons.
Across the street at Walgreens I get pretty much the same treatment. I use their bathroom and buy gauze and bandages and I'm completely paid and checked out when the clerk finally asks if he can do anything. I say yeah, get me the phone number of a taxi.
So I pace outside the walgreens for 30 minutes until the taxi finally
shows up, go home, pop 2 naproxen sodiums and some ginger snaps so the pills don't eat my stomach lining and then I ice my thigh in front of the TV. Meanwhile my forehead starts bleeding again.
In the morning I visit the health center. I've got a gear box-sized
purple bruise on my thigh, an irritated rotator cuff in my shoulder,
and some trouble breathing from injuring the connective tissue between my sternum and rib cage. My forehead did not need any stitches but had a nice cm or 1.5 cm cut in my right eyebrow. Also I had to get a tetanus shot.
I have felt better every day since Sunday though I'm still bruised and limping and the gauze has fused with the scab on my
forehead so I'm showering with it on since I'm afraid trying to remove it will reopen the wound. Also it's really obvious so I repeat the same lines to everybody who sees me: I crashed my bike. No, I wasn't hit by a car. I hit a pole. No, I wasn't drunk. Yes, I should probably make up a more interesting story.
Needless to say I am still not running. |
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Persistence Hunting Strategies |
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Written by Neal Holtschulte
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Saturday, 11 September 2010 |
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So, continuing on my Born to Run kick I have a task for you.
Your task is to kill one or more antelope for your tribe to eat.
Your weapons include: 10 women, 10 men, and nothing more lethal at range than a thrown rock.
What's your best strategy? How do you position your team?
Here are my thoughts: First you do your best to select one or more antelope with distinctive characteristics (white ear, particular spot pattern, whatever). This is important because the creature can outsprint you and has a habit of doubling back and re-mixing with the herd. If you can't flush out the same animal, it can rest and you'll just get more fatigued. Your endurance is far better than one antelope's, but is not better than an antelope herd relay. Also the antelope is running for it's life and you're just running for dinner.
After selecting a target, my plan would be to arrange the team into certain positions including:
Flankers
Sprinters
Trackers
Reservists
The job of the Flankers is to try to channel the antelope in a single direction and prevent it from moving into terrain unfavorable to the runners, or from regrouping with the herd. Two pairs of flankers is sufficient. When the flankers begin to tire, one will fall back and get two replacements. This way the position is never left empty.
The job of the Sprinters is to maintain a faster pace and stay hot on the animal's tail, fatiguing it rapidly. Two or three sprinters at a time ought to be plenty.
To make a soccer analogy, Flankers and Sprinters are forwards. Trackers are midfielders. Trackers are the most skilled trackers of your team. Ideally, the trackers serve only as a link between the forwards and the Reservists, but sometimes they will be called upon to reacquire the antelope if its trail is lost.
Flankers and Sprinters will rotate from the pool of Reservists who jog at a more leisurely pace, saving energy or recovering until called upon. Since the antelope won't run in a straight line, the Reservists save additional energy by cutting tangents. It is the Trackers' job to communicate information on the antelope's movement to the Reservists so they can run most efficiently. Unless everyone is equally skilled at tracking, the Trackers will not have the convenience of rotating back to the Reservists since a lost trail needs to be recovered as quickly as possible to minimize the rest given to the antelope.
So under my plan we've got 3 Sprinters, 4 Flankers, say 5 Trackers, and 8 Reservists at any given time.
Think you've got a better plan? If so, I want to hear about it here.
Also check out this video. |
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Written by Neal Holtschulte
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Sunday, 29 August 2010 |
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Recently I had a conversation about gender equality and played the devil's advocate (arguing against) rather unsuccessfully. My main argument was that women don't really want full equality because if men and women were truly equal under the eyes of the law, there would be two obvious changes to society, neither of which are favorable to women.
1. Separate bathrooms would be illegal (they could be challenged under Separate but Equal).
2. And women would not be exempt from the draft. (The draft currently discriminates against men.)
However, it was quickly pointed out to me that the consequences of these changes would be minor.
Regarding 1: I shared bathrooms with women all throughout college while living in coed dorms and never had any problem or discomfort.
Regarding 2: Israel already requires men and women to undergo military training and honestly, if there was a draft in America protesters would flood the streets as more people should have done prior to the Iraq war, but I digress.
I'll admit I was surprised at how simple and rational full gender equality (under the law) seemed to be until I realized that a major change had been neglected: women would have to compete equally with men in sports. Separate award systems for women would be illegal as would separate teams.
Is it worth it?
Born to Run likes to make a big thing about how women ultrarunners regularly compete at the same level as men. Ann Trason is cited as an example, but I'm not sure this generalization is based on sound evidence and in the larger world of athletics it matters little.
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New Age Running - Don't knock it cuz it's fluff |
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Written by Neal Holtschulte
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Sunday, 15 August 2010 |
Please post your questions or comments at our Forum.
As I continue to run 15-20 min every other day and delicately transition back from injury, I'm doing so in an old pair of flats. My logic is that since I'm running so little, and I am interested in barefoot, or at least minimalist) running, then I might as well also use this opportunity to transition away from cushioning, support, etc. So far so good.
Yes,
Born to Run has indeed gotten under my skin. So far, I've had no problems running in flats, but like I said, I'm running so little I could probably run in cement shoes without getting hurt.
Here are some passages (paraphrased) from
Born to Run that interested me.
Run easy. Light. Smooth. Fast. In that order.
Concentrate on making your running easy if nothing else, then easy and light, then easy, light, and smooth. Once you accomplish all three, you will be fast. -pg 111
I think this is great advice and though it's not very specific that doesn't matter. No coach can tell a runner, "no, don't fire that muscle group, fire the other one." Instead, by thinking "I want to make this feel easy" the runner can adjust his own stride in minute ways to find the running sweet spot.
Supposedly the following was Coach Vigil's advice to Deena Kastor on how to run faster:
-Practice abundance by giving back.
-Improve personal relationships.
-Show integrity to your value system.
Pg 119
What does this have to do with running? Well the first three tips can hopefully lighten one's psychic burden, thereby taking a load off the feet. ;)
- Neal
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Written by Neal Holtschulte
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Thursday, 05 August 2010 |
Please post your questions or comments at our Forum.
Good stories entertain, great stories also teach lessons. I cracked open Born to Run, by Christopher McDougall expecting information: an explanation of the benefits of barefoot running. I hoped for rational arguments and clinical data. I expected magician's tricks and irrational emotional appeals. Born to Run provides neither, or both, depending on how you look at it. Suffice to say I was neither annoyed enough by the flimsy logic to put it down nor was I fully convinced by the one-sided science provided.
But what surprised me about Born to Run is that the first third of the book (thrilling page-turner that it may be) is not about running. Then about midway through, when the book gets around to the subject of the title, it becomes more than a good story. It becomes a great story.
We're introduced to memorable meaningful characters, the author finds words worth waiting for, and the reader learns more than a few truths, though it's often hard to believe the truths are real.
Aside: "All stories are true. Some stories actually happened too." For a better understanding of that, you need to read The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien. You won't regret reading it. Trust me.
Yes, the author's style in Born to Run feels more suited to Paul Bunyan than Paula Radcliffe, but the book succeeds because it's got important things to say and the author is skilled at his craft.
The skeptically-curious runner looking to decipher the DaVinci code of barefoot running can take it or leave it, but for anyone who is not looking to argue with the book from start to finish, I highly recommend Born to Run. Besides, the skeptically-curious reader already knows the sober yet hopeful truth: the barefoot runners are on to something, but it's not a cure-all.
Here's a video
of the author giving a little intro to the book. Check out his form (leg form, not arm form.) Somebody's been holding an ipod in one hand, but not the other.
Tsk. Tsk.
- Neal
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Written by Neal Holtschulte
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Friday, 16 July 2010 |
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I am not running again. I did in fact hurt, perhaps even re-injure, my hamstring by running, so once again, I am resting. I skipped Boilermaker entirely and have not taken one step of running since the Thursday before that race.
It's clear that I am going to feel healed and ready to run before I am healed. So, I'm committing myself to an hour each day of stretching and core exercises. (It's hard to do this stuff for an hour, but I usually make it at least 40 min.)
Here's my routine:
-Front pillar
-Side pillar
-Crunches
-Push ups
-Super mans
-Leg lifts (lay on side and lift top leg. Looks like scissors)
-Downward facing dog (yoga stretch)
-Figure 4 stretch (lying on back, cross one leg over other and hug to chest)
-Child's pose (it's another yoga stretch, but I do it off-center and pull to stretch lateral muscles in my back)
-Hamstring stretches with a belt around my foot.
-Eagle stretch, but slowly and using the belt to assist.

- Neal
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