January 30, 2009


Guess what a few beers, a glass of wine, and a night out with your husband will get you?

While I'm sure most you would answer: "hungover", "drunk", or "pregnant", that's not what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about running.

And a few beers, a glass of wine, and a night out with your husband makes for one craptastic early morning run. Actually, a run so bad that my pace was a full minute slower than my recent pace. A run so bad that I had to stop and walk several times because my HR was skyrocketing out of control.

And it's funny, because I never realized how sucky running after a night of a few beers would cost me.

In the past, when I've had a little too much fun at the fiesta, I've slept in, ate a good meal, and maybe...just maybe, felt like running by dinner time. And when I did make it out to run, I certainly never thought about wearing my HR monitor.

But not these days. These days I know RC (running coach) is watching my every running move from his virtual world in SportTracker land. He's like Santa minus the beard and the big, fat belly. And since I know he's watching, I hate to disappoint myself. So, this morning I woke up incredibly early (on my day off) to meet Trainer Rick for personal training, and then decided I would follow it up with my 3 mile easy run.

Now, follow me on this...

Did you know that beer + wine = dehydration? And that dehydration causes your blood vessels to constrict? And that when your blood vessels constrict, and you try to exert energy, that it makes your heart beat faster??? Did you know all of that???

I did know some of that (which explains why I felt it necessary to drink 4 glasses of water before said run, which by the way, did nothing for my dehydration except make me have to pee for the entire 3.6 miles). But I never really paid any attention, because as I stated above, even if I did get off my lazy caboose and run, I never ever thought about wearing that pesky HR monitor.

What did make me pay attention? 178 beats per minute at an 11:45 pace.

11:45 is not even close to my "easy" pace. And, well, 178 BPM is really ridiculous given how slow I was running.

So, what did I learn today?

That if I want to become a super-star runner than I really need to choose my poison wisely. One beer would have been great. Two would have been perfect. Anything after that is just bad decision making. (Sandra, you can stop crying now...I'll still be fun to hang out with...)

What else did I learn on my run today?

That our underpaid police and fire department are called on to do some ridiculous things. For example, about 16 minutes into my run, I ran past a minor fender bender. Everyone was out of their cars and looked to be fine so I kept on running, knowing that in 10 minutes I'd be running back past this accident and that the police would surely be there by the time I made it back. On my way back I noticed a county sheriff vehicle at an intersection. He was patiently waiting for the light to turn green, ie. not at all in a hurry to be anywhere. As I began to approach the accident I noticed that that sheriff had stopped and was talking to the drivers. He's county. This was in the city so I knew at any moment a city police officer would be pulling up. A full 11 minutes had elapsed since I first ran past the accident. My prediction was right and within a few seconds of passing the accident for the 2nd time, a city police officer comes over the hill. Blaring his sirens. Driving 90 mph. In my mind I thought this display was a little unnecessary especially since by now the accident had happened 15 minutes ago. But oh well, it's his prerogative to drive fast and makes lots of noise, right? Well, apparently no one notified the fire department that neither car was on fire, and no one notified the ambulance service that no one was injured because they too came barrelling over the hill, lights and noise in full operational mode.

And I just stood there thinking, how unnecessary. And even if it was necessary why did it take 15 minutes for the whole thing to come to fruition? I know Tim (paramedic runner) and Steve (police officer runner) are going to have a good explanation for all of this, but in the meantime I'll keep thinking about how unnecessary it all was.

Have a great Friday!


Stefanie said...

I can only speak for the City Fire Department in Tampa where my dad works, but they dispatch fire and rescue in case they are on the scene before the police to assess the situation.

Yes most of the time it is a waste and they get sent right back to the station. But in the event that they are needed and make it to the scene before the police do, they can start administering first aid.

Or if the police make it there first, they can determind if fire and rescue are needed. Then they are already on the way if it is an emergency rather than getting dispatched after the police arrive.

clear as mud right? :)

Bryan said...

It took fifteen minutes because the light was on at Krispy Kreme!
(I respectfully apologize to Tim and Steve)

Anne said...

At least the police come to fender benders. Here, you have exchange insurance information and get the tags on the hit and runs. No cruisers unless there's blood involved.

Thanks for the reminder about drinking and running. Very true that it doesn't take much to send that HR soaring if you have "slushy blood" moving through the veins and arteries. Sounds like otherwise you're doing really well with RC.

Sandra said...

Dear Amy - There's nothing wrong with being suck-tastic, suck-fabulous, or suck-alicious!