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Running and Swimming in Lake Zurich
Running during the Smithsonian Folklife Fest - Wales
Running on Independence Day
Ropes Course at Homestead, VA
Rapping with Danny Cahill
Food Poisoining at Fiesta DC

Running for Luke

Disney World Marathon
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Pirates of the Caribbean
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Poll Results

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Wal-Mart Vs. Best Buy -- Take the Poll

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Best Buy, the largest consumer electronics retailer in the US, is adept at matching the customers with the gadgets that suits their particular need. Wal-Mart, the world's largest retailer, is sometimes able to provide better prices in consumer electronics than Best Buy although customer service may be sacrificed

How much of a premium would you be willing to pay for a product from Best Buy vice Wal-Mart in return for better customer/product matching, customer care, expert advice and warranty options?

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Food Poisoning at Fiesta DC

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Above: Three beautiful churches pictured behind a group of families at the DC Fiesta. From left to right are: All Souls Unitarian Church, Peace King Center of the Unification Church, and the National Baptist Memorial Church

I had never been to a DC Fiesta. I had not had a chance to enjoy the festivities of this homegrown Latino festival held annually in the charming and historic Columbia Heights neighborhood.

Columbia Heights, like the rest of the city along 14th and U Street, was destroyed during the 1968 riots following the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr.

Mount Pleasant is an idyllic cultural center located in the heart of the Adams Morgan, Columbia Heights historic triangle. It has quaint residential streets filled mostly with the middle class and many immigrant families from El Salvador.

Read about my previous run through Adams Morgan and Mount Pleasant

Well I had a great time watching the Flamenco dancing and feeling the hot rhythm of salsa. People seemed to be enjoying themselves and enjoying the great vibe and festive atmosphere.

It was also great to see the city there: Metropolitan Police, Department of Health, Office of Latino Affairs, and even Councilmember Jim Graham who was out meeting with his constituents.

In light of the scandal with Graham's chief of staff, it was good to see him out in the city showing support for the festival and the attendees.


What Happened:

I was feeling great until I got something to eat...

It was around 4:30 PM, when the vendors were starting to wrap things up. I saw a sign for a chicken sandwich, chips and a drink special for $4.00. In retrospect, I should have been more cautious when buying from a vendor who was in a hurry to close shop for the day.

I agreed to buy the sandwich and was surprised when I was handed a chicken salad sandwich instead of a chicken breast sandwich.

Still, I was so busy taking pictures and enjoying the festival that I scoffed down the sandwich, not even thinking twice -- the grim truth is that I wished I had long and hard about it and the risk of eating anything made with mayonnaise sold by a vendor that was not a licensed restaurant.

It hit me almost right away -- feeling queasy from the chicken and mayo. Still I pushed on and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon.

But by 7:00 PM, I was home and downtrodden.

It started with stomach cramps, then nausea, then vomiting and it continued through the night until the cramps picked up a notch and I started feeling cold spells.

Shall I Go to the ER?

I've had food poisoning before -- the last time earlier this summer when I ate undercooked salmon.

But never in my life had I suffered from food poisoning this severe with symptoms so painful and unbearable. This was the worst abdominal pain I've received since my appendicitis ruptured in 1994.

So unbearable that at 2:30 AM, I had enough and drove myself slowly and methodically to the Washington Hospital Center.

On the way there, I threw up again -- my 10th time since getting sick. I had become dangerously dehydrated, not keeping anything in, not even plain water.

I parked at the garage just minutes away, but the walk to the ER seemed long and excruciating.

After waiting for nearly two painful hours in the lobby, I was admitted into a room with a voiceforus patient who was rude and obnoxious.

I never got to see his face -- he was behind a green curtain, and he was yelling and screaming about his body parts almost the entire time we shared a room together.

But I could feel his pain. It was disheartening and my first exposure to a civilian ER (Had always visited a military hospital in the past -- I was now in for a rude awakening.).

Why ER can Help:

When I met the doctor, she ordered a small morphine drip, which along with my IV took away the pain and I started feeling dramatically better almost immediately.

Within two hours--by 0700--I was discharged from the hospital. I wanted to stay a bit longer to get some rest, but they clearly wanted me to go before the next shift started.

So, needless to say, tonight was interesting. I'm glad the ordeal is behind me but I'm also glad to have learned a very good lesson: the memory of the pain alone is enough motivation to steer clear of foods with mayo and stick to drinking beer.

Be careful about what you eat at festivals especially anything prepared with mayonnaise.

Be careful if the vendor is trying desperately to get rid of their goods.

Be careful if the vendor is not a licensed restaurant or from some trusted organization you are familiar with.

Make sure the food has been refrigerated and your chances of getting food poison may be much greater later in the day.

And most of all, don't worry about this happening to you. I'm sure 99% of the vendors at city-sponsored events serve fresh and bacteria-free food.

Read about the cultural, colorful and SAFE cuisine I scoffed down during this year's Cherry Blossom Festival.

Today, I just happened to stumble (no pun intended) on that minuscule one percent.




The Horse Statue of Francis Asbury (1924)

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The Five Ironman Goals

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My First Half Iron

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Bright eyed and Bushy tailed as the sun breaks over the horizon on the golden Cancun Beach of Punta Nizuc.

I awoke at 4:30 AM Sunday morning ready to take on the day. But this day would not be the same as any other day this year or last.

In fact my training regimen for no other running competition or marathon comes close to the physical and mental demands of what I've gone through the last two months.

Yes, only two months because I really haven't trained hard or hardly at all.

Thanks to my wrist surgery in July at Bethesda. Thanks to my 2 week trip to Europe in August. Thanks to starting my Executive MBA at George Washington. Thanks to blogging, real estate, and everything else that's important in my life or not but tugs on it anyway.

And life goes on. As long as I make it. As long as I don't go down seriously hurt. As long as my bike makes it there and back in one piece. And as long as I finish -- that's what matters. After all, this being my first Half Iron, there was no goal to strive for but to just finish, but respectfully, of course.

So I awoke and took a bite, a bit of breakfast in my room, wondering if what I was stuffing down my throat was sufficient nutrition to take me 70.3 miles in this blistering heat and baking Mexican sun.


Waiting in line to use the potta potty -- but wait, there's a whole ocean ahead and a whole day to waste.

(Note to those participating next year: You don't have to wait in line -- go straight to Wet N Wild and use the restrooms there.)



Waiting patiently for the start of the buzzer. Notice that there is a red cap in our mix. Some racers apparently missed their group but started with us.

The Swim

Actually I felt just about everything I ate just 2 1/2 hours before almost immediately after I jumped into the warm 79 degree bath water.

The swim was a nice beach start in Punta Nizuc adjacent to Wet and Wild Park.


You can see the back of my head (center) as I plunge into the warm, crystal-clear Caribbean.


There was about 2-3 minutes time in between each wave. My wave started at 7:13.

I was in the back of the pack in my age group but on the outside edge.

As soon as the whistle sounded, I took my time to wade in the water, seaweed and scum in the bottom got all churned up and made the water muddy and ranky.

I pushed through and after about 40 feet of wading, it was finally deep enough for me to start swimming.

Once the water started clearing up, I could see bottom, but I could also see the several other swimmers all around me -- yes, my age group was one of the largest one in the competition, and the crowded start made me feel like I was actually back home in the Metro heading to the Navy Yard before a Nats game.

Before long, the pack started to thin out -- probably because of my slow swimming technique as the heat of the pack started to peel away.

That's when I felt it -- breakfast and everything -- a huge front of a cramp like a fast moving storm swept through completely and viciously.

By then I was at the first turn buoy.

I could see one guy clutching at the buoy and then for a fleeting moment the same thought crossed my mind. This is the perfect time for me to stop, take a breather and perhaps even wave my hands in the air for dear life.

I am quitting now. Soon this Ironman would be history and I would spend the rest of the time in Cancun just lying on the beach and dissolving all my pain and frustration.

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Goal Setting and Warning Signs

4:00 AM Reporter: RuninDC 2 Responses

Participating in my first Ironman 70.3 (Half Ironman) was a challenging and rewarding experience for me. The reason I chose to participate in this event was because I wanted to see how far I could push myself--both mentally and physically while still have fun doing it. Cancun, Mexico, provided the perfect balance of a challenging terrain and plenty of recreational activities (compared to somewhere else in the continental US). I knew I would have fun on the beach and that the local scenery would provide an additional element of retreat.

I have never swum, biked, and ran a total of 70.3 miles altogether. Thus, I did not set any specific, firm goals for finishing within a certain time. However, since there are 70.3 miles to travel on both land and sea, finishing under seven hours is a reasonable and respectable goal to reach (In DC, I am barely able to travel the five miles between home and work in under an hour).

With any major sporting event or life in general, it is necessary to set some goals. Setting measurable goals helps us to know how well we're doing. That way we can adjust our speed and RPMs and monitor our heart rate to avoid overworking ourselves while we maintain a good pace.

The Destructive Pursuit of Idealized Goals

When setting goals for the race, I decided to apply the warning signs that are described in D.C. Kayes' research on the dangers of “idealized goals.”[1] Dr. Kayes believes that most leaders (including athletes) can become too easily seduced by the promise of goal setting. Most are unaware of the many limitations and pitfalls to setting goals. Recognizing the warning signs is an important first step in avoiding the destructive pursuit of idealized goals.

The Six Warning Signs

First, I do not want my goal to be too narrowly defined. I met many people in the race who strived very hard to achieve their goal of qualifying for the World Championship Ironman in November.

Cancun Ironman would only issue 75 World Championship entries to the top finishers in each age group. Instead of setting my eyes on one very narrow and ambitious goal, I have broadened my aim to include the following objectives:

1) Enjoy the event -- I would enjoy the swim in the crystal clear water and admire the idyllic scenery during the bike and the run.

2) Learn from the event -- Learn tips from my mistakes and from others so that I can avoid making the same errors in the future.

3) Enjoy Cancun -- Take time before and after the race to see some of the sights of Cancun and to relax on the beach by the hotel.

4) Have a good personal race -- Feel satisfied and content about my performance, meet my personal objectives and accomplishments during the race.

5) Finish the race --This goal is important because the trip to Cancun was a large investment in time and expense. However, finishing the race is not as important as learning and enjoying the experience, especially if I want to continue racing in the future.

So, I was not consumed with finishing within a specific time. Time is relative and my wellbeing is more important; I want to avoid pushing myself so hard and be able to heed any physical warning signs for me to slow down.

The second warning sign is setting an Idealized Future.One of my goals is to finish and to finish with a respectable time. It would be a tremendous honor to qualify for the World Championship in November 2009 and something I would be greatly proud of. After all, I have never won any sporting event in my life, much less an international event filled with the world's top contenders.

However, placing in my age group would not be the ideal outcome for me. I have already expended a lot of time training for this event, and I will not have the time to train for another Ironman 70.3 in two months..

I also have tremendous responsibilities at home, work and school. So if I were to miraculously win one of the 75 slots for the World Championship (one which I would not turn down), it would be a burden rather than a blessing. Taking on a World Championship at this point in my life could negatively affect my other personal and professional goals.

Also since this is my first competition, I need to sit back and evaluate how I should approach the next event -- a process that will take time to study and time to incorporate lessons learned to my next training regimen.

The third warning sign is to associate the Goal of completing the Ironman withDestiny.

I cannot dedicate the majority of my time and energy to this competition since I have a life to maintain and responsibilities to keep. If that means less training equating to lesser performance, then at least I have maintained balance in my work and life.

Additionally, if during the race I am in severe pain, have injured myself, or the weather is unbearably hot, I will likely drop out rather than to push myself to a dangerous extreme.

My destiny is what I'm able to make of the event not how I perform in the event.

The Fourth Warning Sign is Public Expectation. Since I am blogging about my first Ironman 70.3 and have informed many people--including my professor-- that I will be missing class, if for some reason I fail to complete the event or perhaps get injured, this could be perceived by many people and my Executive MBA class as shameful failure to achieve a goal.

However, I will not let this public expectation affect my performance or my outlook on this event. I have decided to blog about my first Ironman 70.3 and to tell my story honestly whether I finish the race or not.

The fifth warning sign is Goal Driven Justification. Completing the Ironman 70.3 is not that important to me if doing so would result in any injury during the race. If I fall off my bike, if I run into mechanical difficulties, or if I hurt myself, I will elect to drop out of the event as opposed to making the situation worse. I will do everything I can to keep from seriously injuring myself. I have to run the Marine Corps Marathon in October and running with injuries may result in greater harm in the long run.

Finally, the sixth warning sign Face Saving Behavior. If I have a bad experience with the Ironman in Cancun, I have no problem accepting my fate that this type of a competition is not for me. This is contrary to some leaders who may stubbornly continue to pursue their goals despite meeting resistance or failure. I am realistic about my status as a "weekend athlete." Completing a Ironman 70.3 or a full Ironman is not the "be all and end all" in my life.

Lessons Learned:

It is imperative that I share my thoughts and reflection during the race. I learned that the best way to stay motivated and strong was to focus on the sacrifices of other people especially those that were close to me.

During the bike ride, I drew strength from two of my fellow Sailors who gave their lives in Iraq and Afghanistan. The first is Cmdr Phil Murphy-Sweet who in 2007 was killed as a result of enemy fire near Baghdad. Phil was 42, precisely the same age I am today. I knew Phil since he was 18 – we went to school together in San Diego. The second war hero and close shipmate is Lt Florence Choe. I worked with Flo at the Bethesda Naval Hospital. Just this March she and a fellow Sailor was running along a well-worn path on the outskirts of Forward Operating Base Shaheen in Afghanistan when an Afghan soldier turned insurgent shot her. Flo left behind a husband in the Navy and a 3-year old daughter.

These sacrifices kept me going. These sacrifices kept me strong.

Conclusion:

I have decided to apply Dr. Kayes’ six warning signs to the Ironman 70.3 competition in Cancun. In doing so, I believe I experienced a more satisfying, fulfilling and successful event.

And if there is a future for me to participate in more Ironman events, then approaching the race with these pitfalls in mind will ensure better lessons-learned and takeaways that I can incorporate in my future training regimen. Focusing on these lessons as well as the sacrifices of my friends who gave their lives for our country sustained me during my race, something I want to continue to hone.


[1] Kayes, D.C., (2005). The Destructive Pursuit of Idealized Goals. Organizational Dynamics, 34, pp. 391-401


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More Strokes Ahead

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After some mind games, I decided to push on. Perhaps it was mostly to save face, but whatever the reason for my sudden urge to perpetuate, it worked.

I pasted all the jelly fish and all the sea creatures that lived in the bottom -- the bottom I could make out clearly even at 15 feet.

The swim to the last turn buoy continued to challenge me.

Still I pushed on. At this point, I could feel the cramping starting to subside and then amazingly I started to find my stroke.

I was feeling good now and no longer had thoughts of giving up.

And then I could see the last yellow buoy before the turn back to shore. Big as life and not too far away. Certainly I could reach it.

By now, I was feeling comfortable, and even feeling good when I started passing swimmers. And then I started seeing pink caps. These were the female racers that started several minutes after my age group. They were upon me now and then I started feeling slow... too slow, comfortably slow to be racing in a triathlon.

And then the lovely burn in my arms and legs. My mind cries out, I had to drown it out.

" Persist, Insist, Resist," I yelled under my breath.

No surrender, I had to find my stroke.

And soon after several minutes of shutting my eyes (save for a few glimpses to ensure that I was going the right path) and closing my mind to the pain the strain, I found myself stroking the homestretch skimming the last .6 miles towards the final buoy.

By now, I could see shallow water, some parts of it seemed shallow enough for me to touch on a tip toe. I didn't know for sure, but it felt good to know that the bottom was there, just in case I needed it.

Then I hit something or someone hit me. It was an errant swimmer, swimming far off course, going diagonal until we collided: arm to leg, leg to arm.

It was good to know that someone was around me -- a good reference point to remind me that I wasn't far from home nor far from the reach of others.

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