Friday, October 31, 2008

~3.1mi, time indeterminate, 30 OCT 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 261 of the campaign.

iThink: None.

WX at 2200: 48 (9) 39 (4) 30.24 (1024) E 2 mist RH 71

Odometer 3: 231.5mi

Z3.

First hash in a while, and I actually didn't want to go. I was pretty well squashed by work and was going to play hooky, but the Grand Mattress for the hash here had asked and so, I came out.

I was good to unload, even for a little bit, but workload has been uncomfortably bad since I got back. Some of this is attributable to trying to catch up at the same time as going full bore, but even by normal standards, work is more than usual lately.

No Splits.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

5.1mi, 43:04, 28 OCT 08, Bagram, Afghanistan

Day 259 of the campaign.

iThink: The JudyBats, "Ugly On the Outside"

WX at 1730: 66 (19) DP 14 (-10) BP 29.94 (1014) ENE 12 light blowing widespread dust RH 13

Odometer 2: 304.3mi

Z3 approximate.
Average/max heart rate = no reading.

First PT in a week. This was preceded by pushups (40x30x30x30) and sit ups (50x40x40). I got notice that I have a physical fitness test in about a week and a half. Ah, the advance warning.

I don't worry about passing it, but I don't think I'll get the score I want to get on this upcoming one.

I also revisited why going from sea level to 4,950 feet MSL really kicks my ass. I'm headed to Kabul tomorrow which sits another 1000 feet higher. Awesome!

I also revisited the reason why I hate running during the day here. I was competing with traffic and dust almost the entire time. Reading Rico's answer to the qu3estion whether he had any respiratory problems while in Iraq...I can only imagine what kind of smart quip I want to give for this one after almost a year and a half in Afghanistan.

I find it ironic that while I hate to be alone, there are times that I frankly don't want to be around other people.That's an odd dichotomy, but I don't care.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:27 08:27 08:27 08:27 1.00
1.00 17:03 08:36 08:36 08:31 2.00
1.00 25:41 08:38 08:38 08:34 3.00
1.00 34:11 08:30 08:30 08:33 4.00
1.00 42:32 08:21 08:21 08:30 5.00
0.07 43:04 00:32 08:05 08:30 5.07

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

4.7mi, 37:41, 21 OCT 08, Fort Leavenworth KS

Day 252 of the campaign.

iThink: Death Cab for Cutie, "What Sarah Said"

WX at 0600: 46.0 (7.8) DP 34.0 (1.1) BP 30.3 (1026) ENE 8 RH 62

Odometer 3: 228.0mi

Z4.
Average/max heart rate = NO READING

Last run at Leavenworth. I was hoping to get up earlier and run the Teardrop of Suck, but I decided to sleep in a little bit and went for two laps of the golf course block here, which has enough hills to work me over pretty well.

Relative speed was promising, tempered by the realization that when I get back to altitude, it's back to suckage.

The DCFC song was stuck in my head after browsing through some of the videos (and concert footage) for the song on YouTube...that, and the realization that I'm home for a short while because Household6 would have probably died had she not gone to surgery.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 07:51 07:51 07:51 07:51 1.00
1.00 15:58 08:07 08:07 07:59 2.00
1.00 24:01 08:03 08:03 08:00 3.00
1.00 32:08 08:07 08:07 08:02 4.00
0.69 37:41 05:33 08:03 08:02 4.69

Monday, October 20, 2008

Taps

As I was unloading groceries from the car today, I heard small arms fire. I realized, right afterwards, that it was actually a funeral. I always have a hard time with Taps, but none more so than when I hear it at a military cemetery.

My work is not done yet.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

9.0mi, 75:09, 19 OCT 08, Fort Leavenworth KS

Day 250 of the campaign.

iThink:
Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, Russian Easter Overture
Antonin Dvorak, Adagio-Allegro molto, Symphony No. 9 in E Minor "From the New World"
Bear McCreary, "Storming New Caprica"
Killing Zone, "All Along the Watchtower" (yes, the one used for the trailer for Ghost Recon: Advanced Warfighter 2)

WX at 0800: 51.1 (10.6) DP 44.1 (6.7) BP 30.15 (1020) S 13 RH 77

Odometer 3: 223.3mi

Z4.
Average/max heart rate = 158/182

First time running the run I used to call the Nine Miles of Suck due to its extensive hill work in a long, long while. In the process, I set an unintentional PR for this distance.

There's something to be said about altitude training, but like I've said before, it's not a substitute for legitimate training.

I was pleasantly surprised, but didn't realize it at the time. There were some segments that were done faster than I expected. Of course, it might also help if I were lighter and wasn't packing as much weight.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 09:19 09:19 09:19 09:19 1.00
1.00 17:43 08:24 08:24 08:51 2.00
1.00 25:23 07:40 07:40 08:28 3.00
1.00 33:14 07:51 07:51 08:18 4.00
1.00 41:41 08:27 08:27 08:20 5.00
1.00 50:15 08:34 08:34 08:22 6.00
1.00 58:33 08:18 08:18 08:22 7.00
1.00 67:32 08:59 08:59 08:26 8.00
0.94 75:09 07:37 08:06 08:24 8.94

A personal reminder

Sometimes we have to leave people behind so that we can go on. So that we can continue to fight. Sometimes we have to do things that we never thought we were capable of, if only to show the enemy our will...

...When you can be this for as long as you have to be, then you're a razor. This war is forcing us all to become razors.

Because if we don't, we don't survive. And then we don't have the luxury of becoming simply human again.

I saw Battlestar Galactica: Razor as I was writing a campaign plan last year. I found that remarkably evocative for what I was about to do as a strategic planner. I'm about to go back to theater soon, and have been asked to come back with my head screwed on tight. And it will be. But I wonder whether I can live with being around people for whom the Long War is not a reality.

I say this because I've had a hard time adjusting back to life back at home, even for a short time, when I'm starting to think I need to be back, because my work is not done yet. I came to peace with being a razor a while ago - but also recognize that it can be corrosively unhealthy for my relationships outside the combat zone.

Friday, October 17, 2008

5.2mi, 42:05, 17 OCT 08, Fort Leavenworth KS

Day 248 of the campaign.

iThink:
mewithoutYou, "January 1979"
Silverstein, "Defend You"

WX at 0600: 43.0 (6.1) DP 36.0 (2.2) BP 30.25 (1024) SSE 7 RH 76

Odometer 3: 214.3mi

Z3 high.
Average/max heart rate = 160/177

Today was about what I expected. I'd woken up earlier wanting to go for a longer run, but I'll save that for Sunday.

I did need to get up and going given my impending return to the combat zone soon.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 07:54 07:54 07:54 07:54 1.00
1.00 16:14 08:20 08:20 08:07 2.00
1.00 24:26 08:12 08:12 08:09 3.00
1.00 32:28 08:02 08:02 08:07 4.00
1.00 40:50 08:22 08:22 08:10 5.00
0.18 42:05 01:15 06:57 08:07 5.18

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

5.15mi, 43:00, 14 OCT 08, Fort Leavenworth KS

Day 245 of the campaign.

iThink:
Death Cab For Cutie, "All is Full of Love"
New Model Army, "Bloodsports"

WX at 0700: 52.0 (11.1) DP 46.0 (7.8) BP 30.32 (1026) NE 6 RH 80

Odometer 3: 209.1mi

Z4.
Average/max heart rate = 157/172

It gets harder to wake up every morning here. I also realize that I need to eventually start shifting my clock back to Afghanistan time.

Today was a pretty disappointing run, but it's better than no run at all. I realized I've been slacking lately and I'm going to be in the hurt box again when I'm back at 5000 feet MSL.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:33 08:33 08:33 08:33 1.00
1.00 16:59 08:26 08:26 08:30 2.00
1.00 25:24 08:25 08:25 08:28 3.00
1.00 33:39 08:15 08:15 08:25 4.00
1.00 41:44 08:05 08:05 08:21 5.00
0.15 42:58 01:14 08:13 08:21 5.15

Friday, October 10, 2008

3.0mi, 25:29, 10 OCT 08, Fort Leavenworth KS

Day 241 of the campaign.

iThink: end credits music to Robot Chicken

WX at 0700: 55.9 (13.3) DP `48.0 (8.9) BP 30.02 (1016) SSE 9 RH 74

Odometer 3: 203.9mi

Z3.
Average/max heart rate = 153/169

Waking up is getting harder. Jet lag is still beating my ass and I still have my basic antisocial tendencies at work.

Today was slow and I frankly didn't fucking care.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:22 08:22 08:22 08:22 1.00
1.00 17:04 08:42 08:42 08:32 2.00
0.98 25:29 08:25 08:35 08:33 2.98

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

4.7mi, 37:50, 7 OCT 08, Fort Leavenworth KS

Day 238 of the campaign.

iThink: Starflyer 59, "I Drive A Lot"

WX at 1000: 57.9 (14.4) DP 55.9 (13.3) BP 29.93 (1013) NW 13 light rain RH 93

Odometer 3: 200.9mi

Z4.
Average/max heart rate = 162/180

Today ended up being much shorter than I'd intended. I've been reinstalling software on my computer over the last few days based on having to reinstall Windows because my wireless card wasn't working right.

Today was relatively quick but was driven externally by time stressors. Having to reset the computer is really starting to fucking piss me off.

Of course, there's a sizeable amount of things that have to be done with stuff at the house that I haven't had a chance to do either because they're time intensive and I can't carve out enough time to do them.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 07:46 07:46 07:46 07:46 1.00
1.00 16:11 08:25 08:25 08:06 2.00
1.00 24:15 08:04 08:04 08:05 3.00
1.00 32:11 07:56 07:56 08:03 4.00
0.72 37:50 05:39 07:51 08:01 4.72

Sunday, October 05, 2008

4.3mi, 35:00, 5 OCT 08, Fort Leavenworth, KS

Day 236 of the campaign.

iThink: Death Cab For Cutie, "What Sarah Said"

WX at 1000: 69.1 (20.6) DP 57.9 (14.4) BP 30.05 (1017) S 20 RH 68

Odometer 3: 196.2mi

Z3.
Average/max heart rate = 165/181

I decided to get one in while my girls and mother were off at church. I don't go to church.

After visiting Household6 in the hospital and helping her take care of just basic daily activities - and seeing her in a lot of pain in the process of doing so, that Death Cab For Cutie song really sticks in my mind.

I'm trying to reconcile that with the basic desire to choke the shit out of everyone I meet lately. I know those tend to be mutually exclusive motivations, but there is a fucking compelling reason to give people decompression time after they get back from combat. Going from working in a plans shop, balls to the wall, to being home 44 hours later is pretty goddamn disconcerting.

I ran faster than I expected; I was doing lap repeats on the track in lane 4. I got in my 16 laps and I'll probably go long slow tomorrow.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 07:51 07:51 07:51 07:51 1.00
1.00 16:08 08:17 08:17 08:04 2.00
1.00 24:34 08:26 08:26 08:11 3.00
1.00 32:46 08:12 08:12 08:11 4.00
0.28 35:00 02:14 07:59 08:11 4.28

Saturday, October 04, 2008

The other extreme of my life

This comes to mind a lot lately at work, for a variety of reasons, all different from why I think of the aforementioned Death Cab for Cutie song.


Nothing but the hurt left here.
Nothing but bullets and pain
and the bled out slumping
and all the fucks and goddamns
and Jesus Christs of the wounded.
Nothing left here but the hurt.

Believe it when you see it.
Believe it when a 12-year-old
rolls a grenade into the room.
Or when a sniper punches a hole
deep into someone’s skull.
Believe it when four men
step from a taxicab in Mosul
to shower the street in brass
and fire. Open the hurt locker
and see what there is of knives
and teeth. Open the hurt locker and learn
how rough men come hunting for souls.
- Brian Turner, "The Hurt Locker"

One extreme of my life

As I waited with Household6 in the hospital yesterday, and as I flew over on the plane from Afghanistan, I thought of this song.


And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"

So who's going to watch you die?
- Death Cab for Cutie, "What Sarah Said"

6.8mi, 55:28, 4 OCT 08, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas

Day 235 of the campaign.

iThink:
Death Cab for Cutie, "Your Heart Is An Empty Room"
Death Cab for Cutie, "What Sarah Said"

WX at 0700: 54.0 (12.2) DP 46.9 (8.3) BP 30.08 (1018) ESE 7 RH 77

Odometer 3: 191.9mi

Z4.
Average/max heart rate = 167/185

I can't believe that I'm not yet 50% through this deployment.

I am on emergency leave back at home. Household6 had to go in for surgery and 44 hours after showing up for manifest call at Bagram, I was back at home.

The sense of dislocation is absolutely fucking staggering. It is no accident that "What Sarah Said" is on my mind.

Today marked my first real PT in what's been about a week. I also managed to pick up a cold. I'm not sure if it's because I went from cool (at Bagram) to smoking hot (at Al Udeid Air Base) to long plane ride to cool at Kansas City. It could also be that I went maybe 60 hours without horizontal rack time and I was absolutely incoherently tired by last night.

Today's run proved a few things - altitude acclimation works (I felt pretty good starting off) but it's not a substitute for regular training.

Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 07:48 07:48 07:48 07:48 1.00
1.00 16:06 08:18 08:18 08:03 2.00
1.00 24:23 08:17 08:17 08:08 3.00
1.00 32:32 08:09 08:09 08:08 4.00
1.00 40:48 08:16 08:16 08:10 5.00
1.00 48:53 08:05 08:05 08:09 6.00
0.82 55:28 06:35 08:02 08:08 6.82

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Distant memory

I grudgingly claim to be a member of Facebook. As a result, I was witness to a photo I hadn't seen, ever, and was from the fall of 1990, when I was a lot younger, thinner, and perhaps a bit more idealistic. It is amazing how many memories get sharply brought back after over a decade of dormancy.

It also reinforces how certain songs get imprinted in your memory because the first thing that came to mind, bizarrely enough, was an old Game Theory song, "Bad Year at UCLA." I remember that mostly because I'd bought their album Tinker to Evers to Chance when I had met the person who I ended up taking to this event.

These are strange things to remember almost two decades after the fact, but life gets strange in Afghanistan.

Except I'm not in Afghanistan. I'm headed back to the USA on emergency leave since Household6 is in the hospital.