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So
Little Distance, So Much Pain
I know everyone keeps saying that the marathon is the Stupidest
Distance Known to Man, but I have to disagree. In my world, few
races are as painful as a street mile.
It could be because I possess so few fast-twitch muscles, and those
that do reside deep in the fibers of my thighs have to be coaxed,
kicking and screaming, through a series of difficult and uncomfortable
track "interval sessions", into activity. It could be that when
I try to sprint, I feel as though my feet have suddenly grown five
sizes and my legs are flailing about who knows where and I'm never
quite sure exactly where my next step is going to land. I'll watch
Kevin Sullivan and marvel at his beautiful, efficient stride, his
elegant, precise footfall, his fluid and rhythmic upper body action.
It's like poetry in motion. I, on the other hand, am free verse
at its worst.
"But how," people ask, "can you hate miles? They are over so quickly!"
Well, so are tetanus inoculations and they're no picnic, either.
What miles lack in distance they more than make up for in pain.
I'm sure it can be proven mathematically: the amount of pain generated
by a race is inversely proportional to its distance. I can't image
what the 100 meter dash must feel like.
"Street miles are fun!" says my spouse, who also thinks 24 mile
training runs and programming in Linux are "fun". "You go out hard
for the first quarter, hang on through the half, coast to 1200 meters,
and kick for the finish." So, in other words, you start out going
as fast as you can, go just as fast and hurt just as bad through
the half, try to maintain that threshold of pain through 1200, then
go even faster and hurt even worse to the finish. Wow - my kind
of race!
Perhaps I've spent too many years doing long training runs, but
it just doesn't seem right to be able to stand on the starting line
and see the finish line. There should be a turn or two or five,
maybe even an out-and-back, but certainly not a straight shot from
point A to point B. Where's the challenge in that?
Also, when I run a race I like to think that it will account for
the majority of my day's mileage. 10Ks, even 8Ks manage nicely (adding
the warm-up and cool-down, of course). But a mile - I wouldn't even
consider that a suitable warm-up distance for a 5K! I finish the
race and I feel like I need to go another 5 miles to have done any
real work for the day. For this I got up early?
For you mile devotees out there, please don't take offense. One
man's trash is another man's treasure. You probably don't get excited
at the thought of running a nice long half-marathon. To each his
own. When I was younger, I assumed that someday I'd understand the
allure of the mile, and might even look forward to doing them. Either
I'm staying eternally young, or this is one mystery that will elude
me forever.
Laurel
Park does her running in Ann Arbor. She graduated from South Lyon
HS in '81 (all-state cross-country in '79) and graduated from U-M
in '85 where Laurel participated on the cross-country and track
teams (all-Big Ten 10,000m '85). Laurel is currently employed as
a Student Services Administrator at U-M and is married to marathoner
Rich Stark (Bucknell '88) since July 1994.
Running career highlights:
- Member 1995 & 1996 World Half-Marathon Championship teams
- 5-time winner, Detroit Race for the Cure
- winner 1992 Army 10-Miler
- 2nd place 1999 Broad Street 10-Mile
- 1996 champion & course record holder, Nat'l City Run half-marathon.
PR's (all on the roads):
mile: 4:49
5K: 16:47
8K: 27:19
10K: 34:02
10M: 56:42
13.1M: 1:14:11
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You
can e-mail Laurel at:
park at runmichigan.com
Laurel
winning the
1998 Race for
the Cure
in 17:04
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