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DLI Today

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Here’s an interesting video on the Defense Language Institute (DLI) from the History Channel.  I attended the Chinese Mandarin Course for all of 1991.  It’s so hard to believe that was twenty one years ago. 

The video is interesting.  We didn’t have whiteboards or the internet.  We worked with photocopied articles from the People’s Daily.

Also, the narrator (the Full Metal Jacket guy) says they study their “chosen” language.  Yeah, right.  My recruiter told me I would be studying Russian.  Imagine my surprise at the end of Basic Training when they told me I would be learning Chinese.

I can still speak Chinese and do it whenever I can—the internet helps.  I’ve been to China on business where it really came in handy.  Now, my kids are enrolled in a Chinese class on Saturday afternoons.  It sticks with you, I guess.

The internal narrator

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I have a tendency to think I need to describe things all the time.  Even when no one else is present, I have an internal dialogue giving play by play commentary as if I was going to tell someone of my experiences later—no matter how trivial.  It’s annoying.

I notice it most when meditating.  As my mind starts to calm, a little strand of ego starts to comment on what is happening as if it were telling someone else about it.  Eventually, I leave this voice behind too—or at least I try to.

I wonder if other people do this. 

It’s more subtle than I make it sound.  But when I do something, there is always an internal commentary deciding how I’m going to describe it to someone else.  How can you be in the moment when you are thinking about how to describe the moment to someone else?

Simon Amstell talked about this in a standup special I saw recently.  He described doing something spontaneous with friends and thinking “This would make a good experience” and rather than experiencing it fully, he was thinking of how he would describe the experience to others later.  It really made me laugh because I identified with it so much.

I wonder if you woke up as the last person on Earth (like 28 Days Later—but without the zombies).  Would you constantly keep writing your internal story?  Or would you just exist?

Really long runs

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It’s been almost two months since my last post.  One of my last posts was something along the lines of wanting to write more.  Well . . .

Actually, I’ve been working a lot the past few months and in my spare time I’m doing a lot of running.  I finally got through the London Marathon ballot this year, so I’m trying to take that pretty seriously.

Last week, I did two 9-mile runs during the week before work (and three mile runs on the other days).  On Sunday, I ran 21.8 miles.  The marathon is two months away, but I wanted to see if I could run that far. My distances have been gradually increasing each week, so I’m confident I should be okay on marathon day—at least, if i keep from injuring myself.

My long run on Sunday was the farthest I’ve ever run without stopping to walk.  I ran a marathon when I was 22, but after 18 miles I started to walk and did a half-run, half-walk, for the rest of the race.  They say the important thing is being able to finish, but I’ve always been disappointed in myself for walking.  This time, for my second marathon 18 years later, I will do a lot better.

I’m enjoying the really long runs. A short run (and I consider the 9-mile run to be short these days) are usually over tried-and-true paths which I’m very familiar with.  But the long run has become like a trip.  A few weeks ago, I ran to the next big town over.  This week, I followed a bike path that went through several villages in the area that I would probably never drive through. It was nice.  It took me 3 hours and 8 minutes.

I started experimenting with different things while running.  I tried those sport gels for energy, and they worked pretty well –but they cost a pound a pop.  The first week I tried to eat some of the gel I thought I was going to be sick, but the next week I knew what to expect and, after an hour and a half of running, thought it was tastiest thing I’d ever eaten.  This last week, I shoved a hot-cross bun in the pocket of my running jacket and ate that after an hour.  I never would have thought I could eat and run and the same time, but if someone could—it would be me.

While on the long run the other day, I passed an older guy running.  I thought my pace was slow, but I passed this guy really quickly.  It was in the middle of no-where (no towns nearby), so I assumed he was going a good distance.  I said good morning to him as I passed, but then became very worried about my pace.  I thought I must be going too fast and I would be stuck miles from home limping back.  But it was fine—I completed the whole distance.

I listen to a lot of podcasts and audio books when I run.  The biggest problem with marathon training is keeping your mind occupied.  When you get into a rhythm and stop thinking about the running, it gets almost like a long car trip.  If you can stop from thinking about your legs or how tired you are, you’re fine.  But when you do focus on the pain, it’s difficult to continue.  Music is nice for the shorter runs, but the long distances need something a bit more engaging.

One thing I noticed about these long Sunday runs (I only passed 10 miles about 6 weeks ago), is that once I stop, my legs seize up.  I’m fine while running, but as soon as I finish, within 5 minutes my calves will tighten to where it’s difficult to stand.  Usually, a hot bath seems to loosen them up just fine though.

The half-marathon is a month away.  The London Marathon is two months away.  If I can keep from injuring myself, I should be okay.