An online training journal of the Vanishing Tattoo's Vince Hemingson and his attempt to qualify for the Boston Marathon this year.
posted by Vince Hemingson at 9:35 AM
As 2011 dawned, I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something was missing in my life. And no, it wasn't God, the love of a good woman or a superlative bordeaux, although my long-term prospects would probably benefit from a generous infusion of all three. After two Blogs - Boston or Bust, and Fifty in Photos --and eight hundred plus posts about first running and then photography over the past six years, I have decided to just write about whatever I want to write about. What do I want to write about now? I'm not sure. I just know that I want to write and I suspect that on a much deeper level, I need to write. So behold, the birth of, "A Man of a Certain Vintage".
2 Comments:
Vince,
Thanks for the toast, but remember one other thing. You've been training more and better. You punish the body less with a 185 lb. body than with a 200+ lb. body. I think you've upped mileage, AND speed. The weight was ONE factor, but it does not stand alone. If nothing changed but your weight (as if that's possible), then the 15 2/3 minutes would be right, you have 6 months add'l training and the added aerobic capacity. Barring bad pacing, bad weather, etc., that 3:30 is yours. Don't underestimate yourself.
Wayne, my friend,
I have made a career, and a not inconsiderable amount of money, I might add, wagering on my ability to pull of the improbable, the unimaginable and the seemimgly impossible.
I have demonstrated a rather unique ability to absorb what would be otherwise debilitating amount of physical discomfort, abuse and pain, that if otherwise than self-inflicted, would fall under the pervue of the Geneva Convention for the "something or other" - damn, it's too early - Treatment of Prisoners of War. "Compassionate", that it!
Like the old Timex Commercial, I can take a licking - nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know what I mean, know what I mean - and keep on ticking. I've been one of those dim-witted boys who played hurt, not having the good sesnse to get x-rayed and finding out several days later that yes, I actually did break that bone.
Huge gasp! All that blather being said, 185 is still to big to be fast for so long.
Respect the race, respect the distance.
Anything under 3:30 requires me to be under 180. The numbers don't lie.
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