Whoa, what a jerk. Maybe if you got off your ass, you could sweat out some of this anger.
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So, eating is a sport?!
Apparently not an amateur one, since you can gobble up enough prize money to pay your way through college.
The email containing info for a race I’m running this coming weekend includes the usual details about packet pick-up, start times…where to get the bracelet for the beer tent.
While the latter may not always be mentioned quite so explicitly, it’s certainly the case that running and beer are, if not strictly peanut butter and jelly, frequently paired. Some races have beer tents. A beer-y brunch after a half-marathon or 10-miler isn’t uncommon. And although the Times, as can be its wont, treats running-and-drinking clubs like a novelty they’ve only recently uncovered, they, too, are pretty routine.
The Times uses the hashers as a backdrop for some studies about the health effects of drinking beer and running. To which I say: While the average runner is likely more health conscious than the average couch potato, I’d bet few have lost sleep worrying about the comparative health benefits of light beer versus the full bodied stuff (or Gatorade). One hoists a pint as a celebratory gesture: For having run an hour or two on a weekend morning in the cold wind when any rational person would’ve been sleeping in. In honour of that, cheers!
Thus, this observation is particularly nonsensical: “Indeed, nonalcoholic beer may be a better option for athletes who insist on having the beverage, as a 2011 study of marathon runners found….” That’s missing the point.
You get up every morning before dark to clock your miles. You’re always nursing sore calves or tight hamstrings. You blow the weekly recommended exercise totals out of the water. But guess what? You’re still a couch potato.
That’s right — a new study has found that even the exercise habits of marathon runners are cancelled out by our otherwise sedentary lifestyle. All that time sitting at a desk, at a computer takes its toll. All told, even highly active people spent about 10 hours a day in sedentary fashion.
It makes it all seem hopeless.
One of the most popular activities at my office is the annual run we do for charity. We do it up right with team names and office t-shirts. The year I was our fastest woman (my colleague who is actually fast was pregnant) it was major bragging rights.
This didn’t come as a major surprise to me. At my first day on my previous job (the race is one that D.C.-area media and political offices do), one of my new colleagues looked me up and down and asked, “How fast?”
Would this have happened if I worked at a newspaper in the Midwest? The Post says no, arguing that racing particularly appeals to Washington types — competitive, self-motivated, goal-oriented. Maybe. (I can attest that the French are unsuited to it.)
Whether it’s suited to Washingtonians or not, I’d argue that it’s good for us. If there’s anything we need, it’s a release valve — even if we are timing ourselves against one another rather than going truly zen.
Who knew? There’s doping in the Belgian pigeon-racing federation.
(Also, there’s a Belgian pigeon-racing federation.)
Running a race in America, one of the first things you notice is the women. Namely, that there are a lot of us.
More and more women are running distance events like ten-milers and half-marathons — about 60 percent of half-marathon finishers were female last year.
So, imagine my surprise a week ago when I showed up at the starting line of the annual Paris-to-Versailles 16K and found myself surrounded by…men. Easily 60 percent of the runners were male, if not a larger share.
I’d never really given much thought about running with women versus men, but having completed the French race, I’d like to say, more women, please! It was 10 miles with a bunch of jerks, not jocks. The course was hilly, and the day was rainy. At one point, I found myself heading down a narrow path. The ground was slick with sodden leaves and the descent steep. I naturally slowed. All of a sudden, a mass of guys sprinted along the edge of the path on both sides, pushing and jostling. The fact that more of them didn’t end up careening out-of-control and falling was amazing.
I recognised many of the jerseys as belonging to guys I’d passed on the ascent. Sure enough, the moment the route leveled out again, I lapped most of them as they heaved along.
And don’t get me started on all the in flagrante mid-race urination.
I often think gender differences are immaterial, but in this case, I have to believe that if more women had run, conduct would have been more sporting.
I’d argue that the real problem with this study is that there is no way to “read a dense chapter from a college textbook…while exercising vigorously on an elliptical machine.” If you’re that stationary, you’re not sweating enough.
This must be some kind of joke, right?
If not, I guess there’s a full panoply of potential sponsors out there, from churches to temples. I mean, with a name like the Saints, you’ve gotta be good.
I wear skirts almost every day of…forever. I barely own any pants. Indeed, most of the “pants” I own are running tights and yoga pants. And I still really don’t understand the phenomenon of running skirts. Like this writer, I’m always baffled when I see women at races in the skirts. They seem awkward. I don’t understand the point of trying to look cute when you’re just going to get sweaty and gross. And I don’t think they’re particularly cute in the first place.
I run in heels, but I can’t see the point of running in a running skirt.