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Newcomers to Edmonton know that you aren’t truly part of the city’s running scene until you’ve been Photoshopped by Christine Rankel. I guess that’s a clique to which I am still not privy to membership. I’m optimistic, however, that when I hit 40 years of age I might get myself superimposed on the front cover of Runner’s World magazine, with John Stanton one step ahead, as we race to the finish line of the Boston Marathon.

However, not all of us need Photoshop to get into a running magazine. Take, for example, the double-page spread from the April 2002 issue of Running Fitness magazine (published in the UK). There’s a track, there’s Seb Coe and, wait, who is that coming up on his left shoulder? It’s none other than alias basil!

Having just made the transition from rowing to running, I applied and got selected for “Team Bowerman”; a Nike-sponsored group of runners of all abilities who would be profiled in the build-up to the Flora London Marathon. All-in, we were featured in four issues of the magazine. On this particular day, we had met in Battersea Park for a run with Seb Coe, and to try out our new Nike SDM’s (the forefront of distance-measuring technology at the time). You’ll see the units attached to each of our shoes…they actually worked really well, but I soon discovered that if they got too wet they ceased to function. I went through three foot pods in two months. Then I gave up.

I’ll save my magazine profile and some priceless, naive quotes, for part two later in the week.

Yesterday, I was up and out early for my long run. With my wife and dogs gone for the weekend, I was living the life of a professional athlete! Early to bed, early to rise. My treat, for 48 hours. Unlike the carnage of last Sunday’s weather, the trails were clear and the snow hard packed. The pace was brisk. As I crested a long hill and made my way onto Ada Blvd, the street was jammed with vehicles and littered with runners all wearing trademark arse-cover jackets. Was the Hypothermic Half today?

With no start-line or race set-up, I quickly realised what this was: a reconnaissance mission. Running Room runners rarely make it this far east on their travels. They had all driven to the Highlands golf course to run the Hypothermic Half marathon route. I almost stopped and asked a few of them about the course, but then I remembered that I am very grumpy when running and don’t normally talk to people, particularly those in large herds. But, it appeared, they knew something that I didn’t.

The Hypothermic Half is not on my “100 races to do before you die”, but with some random skiing event taking place in Vancouver next week (someone told me it is called the “Olim picks”?) and leading to the cancellation of the First Half, this is my first chance of the year to blow away a few cobwebs. For my $80+ entry fee all I know is that I am a “sleepy head” and that my race starts at 10am. At this time, walkers will have been on the course for two hours and the first wave of runners out for an hour. What course they’ll be on is a mystery to me. Despite this being a very popular, and very pricey event, it appears that no-one can be arsed to share with the masses what the race course will actually be (or perhaps I am just out of the loop here).

I feel somewhat appeased by the fact that I do get a “free” brunch and a “free” packable tote bag (with reflective print, no less). At least I am told they are free. In the words of Jim Royle: “free, my arse!” I’m paying for both of these things, and then some. False advertising, or just clever marketing?

At best, the Hypothermic Half is a B-race for me. This means I will not prepare particularly seriously for it. Hopefully it will be a chance for a solid tempo run. At the very worst it will be a chaotic mass of people, all at different stages of their respective races. Five weeks later, I will run the Comox Valley Half Marathon in Courtenay, BC. The race will cost me $20 to enter. The post-race food will not be fancy, but it will be more than adequate, the course will be accurately measured, and the race impeccably well-organised. It will be put on by the Comox Valley Road Runners. A running club.

A running club. That thing few people here are interested in, in its purest form. But what do I know? I bought into the business of races by entering the Hypothermic Half. Oh, and I’m not from around here after all.

Pause to think.

Several posts on alias basil this week have seen a distinct lowering of the blogging tone. With this come a number of risks. Of particular relevance to a blog is the influx of less desirable surfing clientele. It disturbs me to admit that people using the following search terms have found their way to this blog in the past couple of days:

defining a gay husband
wearing tights “two pairs”
akron ohio “women seeking men for sex”
anxieties poo

and, most disturbing of all:

polish my knob video

Let’s hope that none of them found what they were looking for here.

Good news for old farts

I think that we have known for a long time that regular exercise slows the aging process. However, a recent German study, the largest of its kind to focus on runners, provides some of the clearest evidence to date of what we already know (the article appears in its original form here):

Recently, scientists in Germany gathered several groups of men and women to look at their cells’ life spans. Some of them were young and sedentary, others middle-aged and sedentary. Two other groups were, to put it mildly, active. The first of these consisted of professional runners in their 20s, most of them on the national track-and-field team. The last were serious, middle-aged longtime runners, with an average age of 51 and a typical training regimen of 50 miles per week.

From the outset, the scientists noted one aspect of their older runners. It ‘‘was striking,’’ recalls Dr. Christian Werner, an internal-medicine resident at Saarland University Clinic in Homburg, ‘‘to see in our study that many of the middle-aged athletes looked much younger than sedentary control subjects of the same age.’’

Even more striking was what was going on beneath those deceptively youthful surfaces. When the scientists examined white blood cells from each of their subjects, they found that the cells in both the active and slothful young adults had similar-size telomeres. Telomeres are tiny caps on the end of DNA strands — the discovery of their function won several scientists the 2009 Nobel Prize in medicine. When cells divide and replicate these long strands of DNA, the telomere cap is snipped, a process that is believed to protect the rest of the DNA but leaves an increasingly abbreviated telomere. Eventually, if a cell’s telomeres become too short, the cell ‘‘either dies or enters a kind of suspended state,’’ says Stephen Roth, an associate professor of kinesiology at the University of Maryland who is studying exercise and telomeres. Most researchers now accept telomere length as a reliable marker of cell age. In general, the shorter the telomere, the functionally older and more tired the cell.

It’s not surprising, then, that the young subjects’ telomeres were about the same length, whether they ran exhaustively or sat around all day. None of them had been on earth long enough for multiple cell divisions to have snipped away at their telomeres. The young never appreciate robust telomere length until they’ve lost it.

When the researchers measured telomeres in the middle-aged subjects, however, the situation was quite different. The sedentary older subjects had telomeres that were on average 40 percent shorter than in the sedentary young subjects, suggesting that the older subjects’ cells were, like them, aging. The runners, on the other hand, had remarkably youthful telomeres, a bit shorter than those in the young runners, but only by about 10 percent. In general, telomere loss was reduced by approximately 75 percent in the aging runners. Or, to put it more succinctly, exercise, Dr. Werner says, ‘‘at the molecular level has an anti-aging effect.’’

Still with me? So, that’s all well and good, but these findings are somewhat at odds with a few of the more “mature” runners that I know in Edmonton. Let’s take five case studies: Gary Poliquin, Steve Baker, Mark Armstrong, Jack Cook and Greg Mieklejohn (all over 40; three well over 40). If we were to arrange these runners by age (youngest to oldest) then we would, I believe, have the following:

(1) Gary (youngest)
(2) Jack
(3) Mark
(4) Steve
(5) Greg (oldest)

However, something rather different happens when you order these people based on how old they look:

(1) Gary (youngest)
(2) Steve
(3) Jack
(4) Greg
(5) Mark (oldest)

How does this fit with the German scientists research? On the one hand, it shows that the findings can act as a fraud detector. For example, Mark Armstrong claims that he runs a lot. He even posts videos of himself running on his blog. Yet his apparent age would suggest that he is not doing anywhere near the amount of running that he professes.

On the other hand, it also shows that there are exceptions to all research discoveries. Case in point: Steve Baker. Steve really does next to no running; except in a red dress, at the Sinister 7 and during the two weeks prior to the Death Race. Yet, somehow, he manages to get away with a surprisingly youthful appearance.

Go figure.

Signs

All seen during my run to work today:

Greed Doesn’t Pay (old wooden shack of a home in Riverdale, somewhat close to the river)

“Price Reduced: $1,500,000 Now $729,000″

Desperation Shows (new condo building on 105th Street)

“Over 40% sold! $5000 gets you started. Win a Mercedes!”

Flawed Business Plan (sign outside downtown store, and my favourite of the day…)

“We Sell: 

  • Bling
  • Cappuccino
  • Things”

It’s the end of a busy week; I am extremely tired from running (though not tired of running). Today is not the day for some enormous training update. How about a little frivolity instead. I am sure that many of you have seen this already…but it made me smile. Live news broadcast from Australian television. Keep an eye on the guy “working” on his computer in the background (just to the left of the interviewees head)…


Full story can be found here.

Oh, and here is a shameless picture of Felix. One thing you have to understand about whippets: you can teach them to stay off furniture, but the minute you turn your back they jump on. And it’s somewhat hard to evict them when they look so cute, even if it is a new couch.

Being a member of runningsingles.com is already paying dividends. Only this morning I received an email from “tired of my straight-gay husband.” In it she explained that she had been reading the “fashion and style” section of the New York Times (she throws away all the other sections) in the hopes that some of the fashion and style contained therein might rub off on her. Alas, she has some way to go if her profile picture is anything to go by.

Anyway, in that section was a somewhat interesting story titled “Slimmer does not always mean fitter.” Of course, my immediate cynical reaction was that it was just another story trying to excuse being overweight. But far from it. Much of the discussion focuses on ideal race weight for runners.

Admittedly, the opening paragraphs are not that riveting or profound: a nutritionist runs on an AlterG set to make him feel 10% lighter. And, wouldn’t you know it, he feels much fitter and faster! Amazing… Some interesting discussion about VO2 max and the fine balance between maximising it versus being too light follows. But for me, the most interesting quote came from double New York Marathon winner Tom Fleming:

“The perfect weight is the weight you are the day you P.B. in your event,” referring to the time you achieve your personal best — or fastest — finish.

“Your body will tell you” your perfect weight, he said, and when you are there, “you will feel fast, race fast.”

The second quote particularly resonates with me. I am a strong believer that if, as an athlete, you provide your body with the fuel that it craves and train it sensibly and effectively, then biology does the rest. I constantly marvel at the human body and its ability to adapt and reshape and perfect itself for a given sport (particularly as someone who made the transition from rowing to running). I am not one to overthink diet and calories and supplements. I listen to my body and it tells me what to do.

During periods of low training, most commonly just after a marathon, my weight is usually around 70-71 kg. This is when I would define myself as being “fat”, but the reality is that this probably represents my normal body weight, were I not to run so much. At times of peak training, most commonly just before a marathon, my weight always settles at 67 kg, with no special dieting, or over-eating for that matter. This, I believe, is what my body has decided is its ideal race weight. The fine balance between maximising VO2 max (and ideally performance), and minimising weight.

When you look at it this way, our wonderfully complex human bodies are also so beautifully simple.

It’s funny, when I posted the survey about Chasquis on Monday I thought that there would be significant interest. But it seems like there is minimal interest and it all comes from people who I already run with; either in training, or as part of the same relay team. I can quite happily tolerate the lack of interest. It does, at the very least, provide an answer to a question I have long pondered: are most people happy with the running scene in Edmonton? Clearly, yes. I think that I might just get half a dozen Chasquis singlets made for a small, renegade group.

Still desperate for some association, I skulked off to the world wide web and decided to join a pre-existing club. One where there was sure to be lots of interesting people, all with the same common goal. Shortly after filling out the membership form, I received this email:

Dear Alias Basil,

Congratulations. You are now a member of RunningSingles.com. The relationship site designed exclusively for runners. Log on. Look around. Get to know the site and the people on it. After all, you already have something in common. Thanks for joining us!

Customer Care

I hesitated about whether I should admit to joining Running Singles: it all seemed rather embarrassing. But then I did a little searching and some all-too-familiar profiles appeared. What a coincidence! Here are some excerpts from what I found:

Men Seeking Women

Firefightin’ dude: Muscular male seeks female with baby oil. Experience handling a long hose is an asset. Come for a run, then watch me polish my helmet!

Truck drivin’ male: Does seeing a shirtless runner send a shiver down your spine? Well, now you can run with one! I’ll remove my shirt at the slightest provocation – actually, I don’t need provocation at all! I should add that I only remove my shirt in public, not in private.

Straight gay runner: Best of both worlds! Rampant heterosexual who looks gay when running! Be warned: you won’t be able to help but fall in love with my wrists.

Excitable grown-up: Hello ladies! I’m a very enthusiastic runner who runs somewhat occasionally. I make great cocktails. Call me and let’s take things one step too far together!

Quiet guy: You’re looking for a running partner? That right eh?

Always smiling: Happy, cheerful, ultra running guy. Smiles guaranteed. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Tight vest male: Big fish seeks small pond for swim. Loves dressing up like a devil and wearing tight garments. Has a great water party trick!

Dr. Runner: Real, bona fide medical doctor! Just call me Dr. M.D. I’ll bring the speculum, you bring the gels.

Women Seeking Men

Desperately seeking bratwurst: High efficiency runner seeks male, ideally with beard. Must be punctual. Love of David Hasselhoff would be a benefit. Sense of humour non-essential.

Tired of my gay-straight husband: Married woman seeks real middle-aged man for sordid affair. Must be overweight, unfit, unhygienic and have no sense of style. Let’s join the Running Room together!

Worship at my altar: Highly accomplished female runner seeks male for worship. Must not be faster than me.

I wanna photograph you naked: Stylish photographer and marathon runner seeks skinny, runt of a male for camera fun. Let me Photoshop you!

Bend me shape me any way you want me: Yogi female with a penchant for runners. Tired of my balding, opinionated and rude husband. Looking for casual fun, maybe more. Prefers guys who like beans.

(Disclaimer: it’s funny how after being here over five years I am still unsure of the Canadian sense of humour. So I feel it necessary to add this disclaimer to say that this is all meant in the lightest possible way. No offence intended.)

Knobs

knob: an idiot, an objectionable person.

I’m not sure why, but I really enjoyed reading Simon Whitfield’s list of “things I learned at this training camp” (here) – describing some of his experiences, encounters and thoughts whilst on Maui.

It reminded me of a list from some time ago that just re-entered my memory after washing up in a moving box. From at least five years ago, the list was simply titled “knobs” and clearly listed people who had annoyed me at the time.

Knobs

Barry @ Radio Shack knob
PhD-to-be biology knob
Running Room corporate fundraiser knob*
Primus telemarketer knob
Fairweather knobette
Bici photographer knob
Carla Birkenstock knob
5 a.m. Shagger knob

Funny that I still remember the reasons behind each of these “knob” assignments.

*In light of recent blog postings, the Running Room corporate fundraiser appears on here by sheer coincidence. This blog is not going to be an outlet for me to continuously slam the Running Room. However, the appearance of this person in my “knob” list does illustrate one of the events that contributed to an ultimately negative opinion of this establishment. Wouldn’t you know it – I still have a copy of the letter I sent personally to John Stanton, along with his reply. I think that my reasons for choosing to somewhat contradict what I have just stated above and include the transcript below are contained within the letter itself.

Dear John,

I am contacting you directly since I had an unfortunate encounter with one of your senior staff members at the Edmonton Marathon that has left me completely shocked and disgusted.

During your brief speech at the beginning of the awards ceremony, you asked whether everyone had enjoyed the race and the brunch. My partner and I talked amongst ourselves that our personal preference would have been the option of sacrificing the brunch for a cheaper race entry. A woman, who introduced herself as ‘the Running Room Corporate Fundraiser’ had been eavesdropping on our conversation and promptly sat down at our table and challenged us on this opinion.

I tried to explain that many competitive runners simply come along to race and would quite happily sacrifice T-shirts and brunches for a cheaper entry fee. I generally find race entries in Edmonton are over-priced and being someone who likes to race every month or so, if possible, this had proved prohibitive to my training. What ensued simply blew me away.

The lady told me I had no right to have a negative opinion about anything organised by the Running Room and, more so, by John Stanton. I have also only lived in Edmonton for three months and, in her opinion, therefore knew nothing about the city, compared to her having lived here all her life. Describing herself as an ‘elitist runner’ she cut down every opinion I had. I was simply voicing an alternative view.

I am frankly disgusted that a woman of such polarised thinking represents the Running Room. It completely sours my opinion of the company’s ethics.

I would like to conclude by saying that I think the Running Room is a great organisation. However, I do not think that I should be made to feel that I am not permitted to challenge or have a complaint about an event put on by the Running Room, or its business ethics. Especially by someone who is eavesdropping on my conversation.

Oh, and the reply I received (unedited):

Hi Jonathan

I will review. Your. Conerns with the race and our staff we will improve for next year. John

Just before the end of 2009, I had mentioned on alias basil about plans to resurrect the Chasquis Running Club in Edmonton. Mark Armstrong and I have done a little more digging and have since discovered that Chasquis is still alive, but only just. The club, like most of its members, is waiting in the departure lounge for the final flight. With the green light provided by the Chasquis members, this seems like the ideal time for a resurgence.

In my (frequent) gripes about the Edmonton running scene, the lack of a decent, all-inclusive running club is always cited. The desire for the existence of such a club seems real. Let me offer some words of persuasion as to why a resurgence of Chasquis makes the most sense, by using words of the members themselves:

For the past 40 years in Edmonton, the word Chasquis has come to be synonymous with a club dedicated to excellence in running and fitness.

“The Chasquis Running Club helped promote running in the ’70s before it was fashionable. And I think as the sport has exploded here, companies are now doing what the Chasquis did for free for many years.”

Formed along Edmonton river valley running trails and in U of A locker rooms in 1972, the Chasquis running club has put on clinics, won races and sponsored many others. Perhaps best known for developing and organizing the Jasper-Banff Relay Race, the club is finally slowing down, and in 2001 gave all its assets–plus about $1,000 that the remaining members chipped in themselves–to provide the U of A cross country team with a $30,000 endowment for operational support.

The club grew from less than 10 members at its inception to more than 100 at its peak, but “members are in their 60s or 70s now–I think our youngest member is in his early 50s–and young people don’t seem to want to join us so we decided it’s time to pull back.”

The philosophy of the Chasquis runners and their contributions to the running community as a whole provide a perfect tone and vision for the future of the club. This is what Edmonton runners need. A running club to call their own.

Mark and I are prepared to do the leg-work. To liaise with the Chasquis executive regarding promoting and continuing the operations of the club. To set out terms of membership, build a website, organise training sessions and racing gear. Running stores will be welcome to offer their support and to be involved or affiliated. I know one (chain) that will not. I know one indie store that I hope will. (I am editing this part out. It really stems from my own personal bias, which is not appropriate for an “all-inclusive” club. What can I say? I am an opinionated b***ard…but I also know when I have overstepped the mark).

This will only work if there is sufficient interest and if, as a collective group, those who are interested can be bothered. It’s more than just a “yes.” When push comes to shove you have to be prepared to put yer money where your mouth is. To not let indifference, ennui and apathy rule the day. We know that in this city, in particular, we face a unique set of challenges.

I am buoyed by the fact that Jack and Fasttrax have made inroads in establishing an excellent store, with its roots firmly planted in the community. What better compliment than to have a club with a complimentary philosophy?

Needless to say, there is no point in going ahead if this endeavour is greeted with a lack of interest. So, if you do have a genuine interest and commitment to the resurgence of the Chasquis Running Club, please click “yes” in the survey box below. And please spread the word – persuade others to act similarly.

Oh, and as added incentive/persuasion, this is how training will work in the summer:

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