Me, a BoBo? You Better Believe It!
In our marathon training program, we have a run leader known as the YeHaBo, short for Yellow Hat Boss. 
YeHas are experienced ‘thoners who assist the others training for the Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon, a good portion of whom are first-timers. We wear neon yellow hats to set us apart from everyone else. My friend Tara has been the YeHaBo for the past three years and last month asked for my assistance. She said I could be “the YeHaBo2,” which I then remarked translates to the YeHaBoBo. And so became my new designation. Remind me next time to keep my mouth shut.
In any event, my Saturday runs will now be worth reporting because they take place in great locations throughout San Diego amongst wonderful company, and because I am confident they will include significant performance improvements over the next several months, culminating in qualifying for Boston in June. Or, at the very least, setting a new marathon PR. (Which, as I’ve mentioned before, is pretty much one in the same goal.)
This morning I woke early, afraid to continue a spooky dream about bats let loose in a movie theater -- inspired, I believe, by meshing the previous evening’s “Malcolm in the Middle” rerun and wondering if my daughter enjoyed a night at the movies. It gave me plenty of time to dress for the brisk temps (high 30s!) and consume my customary cup of tea and two pieces of toast before meeting up with my carpool at Starbucks.
This morning we ran around a marina before heading over a couple of bridges to the steep steps leading down to Crown Point Shores. A majority of this course mimics the actual marathon one, and aided by the cold but sunny weather and great conversations, I sailed through the miles. I led the ‘C Pack’ and then commingled with ‘B’ runners for a bulk of the course. At one point, I met up with Terrell, last year’s 4:15 pacer in the marathon and I yakked away. He said if I qualified for Boston, he’d buy my ticket. Either T. doesn’t think I’ll do it, or he thinks my memory is even shorter than my lactic acid threshold.
I finished the hour completely refreshed and wanting to run more. But instead I stretched and listened to our nutritionist Kim (whose article I noted in the previous post) discuss fuel and hydration from hours prior to a run to hours afterward. It was excellent. I now fully understand in layman’s terms why consuming too much protein before or during a run is bad; why energy gels tear up my stomach and actually impede my performance; and why I can run so well on tea without experiencing the diuretic effect. So, a tip o’ the tea cup for the advice. Guess now I’ll use it to wash down more bananas and bagels instead of my favorite fried egg sandwich.
YeHas are experienced ‘thoners who assist the others training for the Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon, a good portion of whom are first-timers. We wear neon yellow hats to set us apart from everyone else. My friend Tara has been the YeHaBo for the past three years and last month asked for my assistance. She said I could be “the YeHaBo2,” which I then remarked translates to the YeHaBoBo. And so became my new designation. Remind me next time to keep my mouth shut.
In any event, my Saturday runs will now be worth reporting because they take place in great locations throughout San Diego amongst wonderful company, and because I am confident they will include significant performance improvements over the next several months, culminating in qualifying for Boston in June. Or, at the very least, setting a new marathon PR. (Which, as I’ve mentioned before, is pretty much one in the same goal.)
This morning I woke early, afraid to continue a spooky dream about bats let loose in a movie theater -- inspired, I believe, by meshing the previous evening’s “Malcolm in the Middle” rerun and wondering if my daughter enjoyed a night at the movies. It gave me plenty of time to dress for the brisk temps (high 30s!) and consume my customary cup of tea and two pieces of toast before meeting up with my carpool at Starbucks.
This morning we ran around a marina before heading over a couple of bridges to the steep steps leading down to Crown Point Shores. A majority of this course mimics the actual marathon one, and aided by the cold but sunny weather and great conversations, I sailed through the miles. I led the ‘C Pack’ and then commingled with ‘B’ runners for a bulk of the course. At one point, I met up with Terrell, last year’s 4:15 pacer in the marathon and I yakked away. He said if I qualified for Boston, he’d buy my ticket. Either T. doesn’t think I’ll do it, or he thinks my memory is even shorter than my lactic acid threshold.
I finished the hour completely refreshed and wanting to run more. But instead I stretched and listened to our nutritionist Kim (whose article I noted in the previous post) discuss fuel and hydration from hours prior to a run to hours afterward. It was excellent. I now fully understand in layman’s terms why consuming too much protein before or during a run is bad; why energy gels tear up my stomach and actually impede my performance; and why I can run so well on tea without experiencing the diuretic effect. So, a tip o’ the tea cup for the advice. Guess now I’ll use it to wash down more bananas and bagels instead of my favorite fried egg sandwich.
