Sunday, October 3, 2010

Thoughts from the Road - #1003

and One Tenth

I have scheduled this post to be published just about the time I will be struggling with that last 1/10 mile before the finish line at the Run Like a Diva 1/2 Marathon.

Ten months ago I couldn't run a minute without needing to take a break. I was shocking to know that that was all the more endurance I had. My goal of being able to run a half hour or 5k without stopping seemed unlikely. It was depressing but I didn't give up. I won't give up today either.

In the winter I liked being able to go outside and sweat even in the coldest weather. It was, and still is, personal time for me. I am doing something good for myself, frequently by myself. As I felt more confidant, I let a few people who were closest to me know of my 3 times a week running. Today I will be in the midst of thousands of other women but I will still be running by myself and for myself.

I struggled with some minor tendinitis, a few pulled muscles and a couple of blisters. The support of my good family saw me through any of those frustrations. Today I will do my best to avoid injury and deal with any aches as I make my way to the finish line in Eisenhower Park, Garden City, NY.

My Mom and Dad bought me great running shoes for my birthday that saw me through my first race in Frederick, MD. Mom and I also shopped Goodwill for running clothes. The Body Glide that I thought was much to expensive was bought for me by Mom. I love it and have a back up tube just in case. Today I am carrying both parent with me in my dna. They have always encouraged me to run and I will keep running for that final 528 feet.

My son and daughter-in-law gave me gifts of love and running gear. The iPod which has allowed me to run for hours on end without being bored and the Camelback which let me distance train on summer week days are indispensable. My son coached me on stretching and overuse injuries and his good wife coached me on upper body strength. They have flown by my side in spirit on my long runs and showered me with fun toys and Diva gear. It is their supportive wings that will keep my feet lifting as I pound the pavement for a final .1 mile.

My mother-in-law came to cheer me on in a local 5k race. My best friend, sister and folks I hardly know gave me support of last minute phone texts and Facebook messages. Each of you will be in my mind as I see the finish line.

I would never have made it as far nor expanded my horizons if it weren't for my husband, the dearest man and love of my life. His support is without smothering but come in the way of gentle suggestions. He is "can do" as my road crew by setting caches and shuttling me from point to point. My routes would have become much more stagnant and limited if he wasn't up for driving out to a new location and joining me for portions of my runs. He has been with me, biking by my side in Central Park, running with me on the road back in Fisherman's Paradise and cheering me as I end up near our home. It is thanks to him that I will cross that finish line today.

*iPod says, "Congratulations, you have reached your goal..."*
or did it just say
"Halfway point, thirteen point one miles to go." !!!????

Maybe someday but today I am glad to have run the hundreds of miles I have since the beginning of the year. Thank you all for your support.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Thoughts from the Road - #1001

The Thirteenth Mile

Well, this is it.
I can tell I will make it and I can even pick up my pace enough to keep up with that crazy guy on his bike.
I am not feeling as I had imagined at this point. I know I am tired but momentum is an awesome thing.
I need to pass that walking couple.
"Coming on your left, Good Morning."
Wow, a mile is a long way.
I am tired.
Transcend it, transcend it.
Push hard.
Deeper breaths.
Watch your footing.
Relax the shoulders.
Smile.
Enjoy.
Transcend.
Push.
Go...

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Thoughts from the Road - #930

The Twelfth Mile

This is uncharted territory for me.
It's hard to stay zen about this but I just have to keep moving.
I don't want my play list to run out. I am going to try to pick up my pace a bit.
I can't believe I haven't walked in over 2 hours.
Hey, I think my Gu just kicked in!
Oh please don't let me have blisters.
Darn, my right arm is chaffing now too.
Annie Lennox always makes me feel glad to be running. Another vocal grand diva.
I see the 12 mile marker ahead and there is Jimbo on his bike. I could push him off and bike the last mile. I better warn him.
Well where the heck is my feather boa and tiara!? Oh right, at home on my dresser beside my wand and diva compass. Arron & Amy, you are the best!
Look at the cute chalk on the road ahead!
*pushing my 2 index fingers into the air*
"Go, go go!"
*iPod says, "One mile to go."
Oh my god. I can do this!

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Happy Goose Day 2010


“Eat a goose on Michaelmas Day,
Want not for money all the year”.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Thoughts from the Road - #928

The Eleventh Mile

One of the signs I am past the 10 mile mark is that songs are a little more fun now.
"I kissed a cat and I liked it, it taste of her tuna catfood
I kissed a cat just to try it, I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong, it felt so right, don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a cat and I liked it, I liked it

Those cats they are so magical, soft fur, and dibs, so kissable
Hard to resist, so touchable, too good to deny it
It ain't no big deal, it's innocent"

Haha, Footloose. I wish I could loosen up my feet a little.
It feels like I am almost starting to shuffle.

*iPod says, "Eleven miles completed."
"Thank you"

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Taper Time


My last longer (8 mile) trail run was today with one week until the 1/2 marathon. Now I just have to try to keep out of my head and keep self doubt in check. Idle time leads to too much thinking.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Thoughts from the Road - #925

The Tenth Mile

"Go on now go, walk out the door..."
Any pain or fatigue can just go.
"Just turn around now 'cause your not welcome anymore."
My pain can just go out the door. *hands make sweeping gesture*
I sure hope that Gu kicks in soon. I am really dragging.
If I don't lift my feet higher I will trip.
It scares me that I have never hit what they call "the wall." I guess I am just so slow and refuel so frequently that I never deplete my glycogen to that level.
My back is tired.
Wow, I have more energy than some of these folks who started at the same time I did.
Maybe I'll put on a little burst of speed here. HAHAHA!
This mile is taking forever.
I can't wait for my chocolate milk and ice bath.
Awesome, here comes that upbeat guy cheering on the racers I am running with. He loves it when folks hold out their hand to slap 5 with him.
*holds out hand and gets slapped with enough force to almost knock an exhausted body over*
"Hahaha!"
At least I didn't get creamed by that elite runner.
*iPod says, "Ten miles completed."*
Man oh man.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Autumn Time

Two Great Horned Owls woke me early this morning. They reminded me to share this pagan chant:


Autumn time, red leaves fall
While the weeping sky looks over all
Demeter sadly walks the land
The dying grasses in her hand

Monday, September 20, 2010

Thoughts from the Road - #920

The Ninth Mile

Oh my.
I need to remember to watch carefully for oncoming traffic.
Ooooh, my feet feel like ground chuck.
I wonder if I have gone 8 1/2 miles yet.
I guess I'll just carry this trash with me until after Sheetz.
Ow, that little strip near my armband is really stinging. Chaffed skin takes a while to heal too.
The air smells great here.
My knees are really feeling it now.
I am just dripping sweat!
It's so easy to just zone out and plod along.
My toes are numb.
*iPod says, "Nine miles completed."
*sigh*

Summer's End

A quick trip to take A&A back to their home after a long and wonderful visit in PA. We went to the Jekyll & Hyde Club as opposed to the pub we went to a few years ago. Good times then a run in the park along side the ING New York City Marathon Tune-Up racers in Central Park the next morning.










Above are photos of the trip but the outstanding memories of the summer include:
toasting with pickles on a stick
the scent of wet bamboo in the bathroom
spinning on a single point trapeze
coffee in cat mugs
Jimbo the driving king!
watching flourishes added to juggling clubs
Casie's little butt, "rarrr!"
Apricot Wheat running out seconds after we sat down
birthday songs, short and long
Trevor... "..., keep the peace."
hot sauces; meek, firey and foaming
biking & DDR
limes
Shia LaBeouf's head
"I NEED this!" (glowing razor)
a new ab regiment & a way to attack a "let down"
crackerfuls (one in the drawer made me tear up this morning)
the evil un-Queenly Queen
Arron doing Harry doing Paul... "belittling you! hah hah hah!"
feather boa (you gonna just sashay outa here with that?), lavender wand, diva compass and butterfly tiara ("AUGH!!"<<< Birbanto)
Chef Jim serves up another meal of perfection - corn bread in a skillet, Uncle AB would be proud (oui chef)
Cracker Barrel(hehe - Macaroni Grill) & Waffle House!
Miles in every bag
Mr. B being busty and scared
Mooch hissing!
fairy floss for breakfast
garden offerings and a harvest's end
our best friends

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Thoughts from the Road - #919

The Eighth Mile

*iPod says "Four miles to go"*
"Ok"
I don't mind this light misting rain at all.
Excellent, Cyndi Lauper! Sing it girl!
Look at all of the robins, flocking now that it's cooler. That one if taking advantage of how the cars have cracked open the black walnuts and is eating the nut meat right off the road. Opportunistic robin! cool.
The joints are feeling used.
Thank the goddess for body glide!
There's my second cache, thank you Jimbo! Orange Gu and water. I don't need to walk at all today.
More smashed fruit on the road... AUGH! Get away yellow jacket! *picks up pace*
My gum has gone so stale it's like chewing a kneaded eraser.
It's curious how I can envision my past selves and what kind of pace I have had each time I run this route to this playlist. I can see ghost images of myself just a bit ahead or behind, a lot like that dirt bike computer game where you could race against your past games.
Hills are hard but I love them.
Give me my eighth mile, Give Me My Eighth Mile, GIVE ME MY EIGHTH MILE.
*iPod says "Eight Miles Complted"*
"Thank You!"

Friday, September 17, 2010

Thoughts from the Road - #917

The Seventh Mile

When I stare at the road for a long time without blinking, the white lines glow.
My feet are numb.
Aggressive driver, I was so far over I was in that person's lawn. *frowns*
Apples smashed all over the road, what a waste.
Keep your elderly Akita over there, thank you.
Why does it feel like I am wearing my tabi socks!?! There is no way there could be material between my toes!
Boy am I slow but this is my 24th mile in less than a week so I will look at it that way.
Holy cow! Smashed pears on the road from a glorious pear tree.
Gerald Street for my final mile, what a stupid route choice.
Over 6 miles and I can finally take my gloves off. Uphill is good for something.
Oh my GOSH! That is the second whole smashed banana I have seen on the road today!
I wish I could cut this run short but I am building endurance.
*iPod says, "Seven Miles Completed."*
*Ripping the iPod carrier from arm and immediately pulling out the Nike+ chip before slowing to a walk.*
*iPod says, "This is Joan Benoit again. I hope you are feeling good 'cause you sure are looking good. Congratulations for completing another 500 kilometers."*
*sigh*

Miles and more Bags!


Birbanto added some more photos. Miles had a lot of bags to explore this week.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

14th Annual Dorito Tree!!!

Come one, come all (yes you too) to harvest a bag from the 14th Annual Dorito Tree! Supplies limited, not available on any other non-Dorito Tree day of the year. Doritos is a registered trademark of Frito-Lay North America, Inc. Frito-Lay North America does not endorse Dorito Tree Day and is no way affiliated with our Dorito Tree. No Doritos nor trees were harmed in the creation of any Dorito Tree Days.First Dorito Tree, August 1996.

14th Annual Dorito Tree, September 2010.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Thoughts from the Road - #915

The Sixth Mile

Thank you Infected Mushroom, I am definitely feeling "Deeply Disturbed and Completely Unhappy" right now.
Why did I ever choose this route with the final mile all a steep uphill? I swear I am going to have to walk some of it... later.
Here comes that woman who started out at the Alexandria trail head just before me! I bet she turned around just after 6.5 miles like I plan to. If we had time to talk I would ask her if she was running a 1/2 marathon today. "Hi"
Wow, it's crowded and even in this last mile I am still having to run sideways to pass other women.
I am so pleased that I use my downhill well.
Darn, this part of Houserville Rd is always busy and it's narrow to cross the bridge up ahead.
Feeling fatigued, watch the drain that drops off up ahead.
Over half way today, I can't imagine what running 13 might be like.
Poor Nightjar, I will always have time to turn around (on this brutal hill) to right you and help you into a shaded ditch. I wish you the best.
Why did I pick such a fast tempo this far into my playlist? That was just stupid.
*iPod says, "Six miles completed."
"THANK you."
*iPod says, "This is Tiger. You have just covered another 250 miles. Congratulations."
Tiger!? WTF?

The Power of an Image

It was 75 years ago today that Nazi Germany adopted a new national flag with the swastika. Archaeological evidence of swastika-shaped ornaments dates from the Neolithic period and throughout the Iron Age and Classical Antiquity. The word being derived from the Sanskrit word "svastika", meaning any lucky or auspicious object, and in particular a mark made on persons and things to denote good luck.

The flag's anniversary provoked me to research how powerful images and icons can be and I came across an interesting article by Julia Tagliere on Buzzle. She focuses on photographs and how they impact our world and it's worth reading.

The Power of an Image

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Indeed, the earliest forms of communication used were symbol-based, dating back almost thirty thousand years. By comparison, writing as a form of communication only came into existence a mere seven thousand years ago. Although a multitude of people around the world today are able to communicate in written form, images are still a necessary tool of communication for many others. A 2000 study estimated that there are 862 million illiterate adults worldwide, with some seventy percent of those adults living in Sub-Saharan Africa, South and West Asia, and the Arab States and North Africa. For those people without the ability to read or write, images still serve as their primary means of gaining information, giving to visual images the capacity to communicate with those living in even the direst of circumstances.

An image can convey thoughts, ideas, or events to which words alone sometimes cannot do justice. Images can thrill us, like the images sent back to Earth from the Mars Rover missions. They can inspire us, like the photo of the American flag raised over the rubble of the World Trade Center by three New York firefighters on September 11, 2001. They can be heartbreaking, like the image of Oklahoma City firefighter Chris Fields carrying tiny Baylee Almon out of the wreckage of the Oklahoma City bombing. They can incite outrage, like the photos of the stacked bodies of Holocaust victims; they can bring us face to face with the worst inhumanities imaginable. They can bring tears to our eyes, lift our spirits, or sink our hearts. Images are powerful, and with such power must come responsibility for their prudent and thoughtful use.

In the U.S., there has always been a battle between judicious reporting (which often includes the publishing of accompanying photographs) and the public’s right to know. The First Amendment guarantees to the press the freedom to pursue its mission. Any suggestion that the press hold off on putting incendiary or inflammatory stories in front of the public is often met with cries of censorship, something no one would dare to suggest. So many times, images have served as catalysts for righting horrible wrongs (has anyone forgotten the images from the Abu Ghraib scandal?) But sometimes, an image is published and creates an unintended effect, and it is that sort of image with which the press should take more care.

For example, there appeared recently in a well-known news magazine an article about U.S. troops in a firefight Qubah, Iraq in late March. One of the images that accompanies the story is of of Qubah’s residents having identifying numerals written on their hands, while another shows simply a hand with the number written on it clearly visible. The writing of the numbers on the residents’ hands, the story and caption explain, is to help U.S. soldiers tell what part of town people were from and whether they were out during lockdown, which sounds perfectly legitimate. But the photo—what an image! The story itself only briefly mentions the assignment of numbers, but the images of the numbered hands and the residents as they receive them take up the bulk of two pages, dwarfing the intended point of the story with images that are starkly reminiscent of Holocaust survivors, their identification numbers standing out on their arms. The similiarity is chilling, especially when one notes that in the pictures, it is U.S. soldiers this time assigning the numbers.

Perhaps for many people, particularly those fortunate enough to have received enough education in order to be literate, the pictures within that story may be only sidebars, items of marginal relevance to the story itself. But for those who can’t read, or for those people around the world who may only see a picture, the story told in those two stark pictures isn’t the firefight in Qubah: the story here is yet another image of a specific group of human beings being reduced, for the second time in world history, to something less than human, to being nothing more than a number. The people shown in those pictures did not appear to be insurgents (although we are all too well aware of how dangerous it can be for the military to make assumptions about what an insurgent or a terrorist should look like); in one photo, it was a group of women and children. The reasoning behind the use of numbers, the need to create a safe environment for our soldiers once the firefight had ended, is not debated here—the issue is that the picture itself conveys a powerful image of a military subduing a group of people and reducing them to a number, removing their very humanity.

Several months ago, the world watched in dismay as the Muslim world rose up in fierce anger over a cartoon depiction that they believed had insulted their faith. It is hard to imagine there would be Americans today who would advocate censorship in any case, but that ferocious backlash, resulting from an image, should have reminded us all that there is a fine line to be walked between freedom of the press and the responsibility that the media bears as our "arbiters of truth". More consideration should be paid to the selection of images that will accompany those articles.

In a report dealing with U.S. soldiers’ continuing efforts to fight the insurgents in areas removed from Baghdad, what purpose could there be in choosing images that have so obvious a visual connection to one of the most horrific events in history? Was the visual link between a heartless Nazi tactic and a current U.S. military procedure deliberate? Was is it unintended or not thoroughly thought through? If a picture paints a thousand words, then what was it that this picture was intended to convey, particularly to those without the literacy needed to read the accompanying story?

With images wielding such tremendous power to stir up emotions, to change events, to break our hearts, to inspire us, it is difficult to see a picture of members of our own military writing numbers on a man’s neck as he sits surrounded by what appear to be his wife, in tears, and his children. Is the man an insurgent? Is his wife? We don’t know—we are forced to rely on the image, which is disturbing in its similarity to the numbered arms of Holocaust survivors. Moving? Absolutely. Poignant? Without a doubt. But necessary? No one would advocate censorship or limiting the freedom of the press we enjoy so thoroughly in this country, but there are times when the responsible parties should take a step back, and look at the images they are sending out with a fresh eye. Long after the words to that article have faded from memory, that image, of U.S. soldiers reducing human beings to numbers, will stick in the mind. Is this the image of the U.S. soldier the magazine intended to convey, or was it incidental? The answer doesn’t really matter at this point; that image is out there now and that image is what will endure. This is the power that an image inherently possesses, and as the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility—the responsibility to question what even the incidental impact of a visual image may be to the world and to measure whether that gain is worth the cost.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Thoughts from the Road - #912

The Fifth Mile

Now how am I going to work another mile into this route? I guess I will zig-zag through these deserted parking lots before turning for the home stretch.
Crossing Branch Rd is always a little tricky. Stay aware, stay aware.
I feel that tendon, I know it's a sign of over use but I have dealt with it before.
Watch the footing on the icy spots, you are getting fatigued.
What's with these deer flies!? I never expected bugs when I chose Pine Creek Rail Trail! Augh, I better pick up the pace and try to out run them.
I never, ever, see anyone in this stark development. It's like a ghost town.
Oooo! Spotted Jewel Weed! A late summer friend that really adds color to this creek side trail.
Hmph, my calibration might be off. Here comes the Mt. Etna parking area.
"I CAN DO THIS!"(at my first race - 8k in Frederick MD)
*iPod says, "Five miles completed"*
Thank you.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Thoughts from the Road - #910

The Fourth Mile

Here is where I had to walk that one time when my IT band totally seized up. Boy my knee really hurt that time. I was lucky that a minute of walking let me finish out the mileage that day.
Time to turn around and head for home. Uphill becomes down but I don't quite have the steam to take full advantage of it.
Cool tune, it makes me smile.*little quivering grin*
Why are my feet starting to feel numb? Stupid new shoes. Maybe I added too much mileage this week. Duh, it's not the shoes.
I fueled up just right for this longer run and there is the cache DH left for me on the way to work this morning. I don't love Gu but don't mind it with an ample chaser of cold water. I will walk for one minute to make sure I get the water down properly.
I see some deer way up ahead on the trail! They see me, there they go.
Sketchy guy with dog. At least I know I have seen him on this stretch before.
I guess going to that coffee shop is going to be well over 4 miles but it will be a fun diversion.
A commuter by bike, cool! "Good morning"
*iPod says, "Four Miles Completed"*
Thank you.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

New Moon - Cranberry Harvest


Cranberries are harvested in the fall when the fruit takes on its distinctive deep red color. This is usually in late September or early October. To harvest cranberries, the beds are flooded with six to eight inches of water above the vines. A harvester is driven through the beds to remove the fruit from the vines. For the past 50 years, water reel type harvesters have been used. Harvested cranberries float in the water and can be corralled into a corner of the bed and conveyed or pumped from the bed. From the farm, cranberries are taken to receiving stations where they are cleaned, sorted, and stored prior to packaging or processing.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Labor Day with the Crayola Posse

I was moving pretty slowly after my long run on Sunday. Getting together with the folks to find a new mystery letter box was just the right idea for my Labor Day. We could put our thinking caps on, explore some ideas in the field and see what we could turn up as we visited and enjoying a sunny drive south.

We started in Mifflin County to check out how Toolman Luke was doing with the 1967 Corvair he has been polishing up since... well it feels like 1968 but I know it was really more like 1978. It is really coming together! Look for him and Maga11 at the Car Show in Carlisle at the end of the month!

Maga treated us to some beautiful muscadine and scupadine grapes to fortify us until we found a place that was open for lunch. Holiday weekend are more difficult but we wanted to leave our dining options open to what ever Juniata County through our way.

We drove south but no eagles were seen on our trip along the Juniata this time. We loved seeing our ancestor's grave stones in Thompsontown, Center and obscure places not mentioned on maps but know as locals as Texas Hollow and Up the Pinnacle and Muskrat Springs.

We stopped in Mexico for a break at the Mexico Market. Their hand dipped ice cream can't be beat. The "small" is a huge cone of multiple quality dips and the price is an amazing $1.00. Toolman Luke started off with a cone of raspberry and we had some sandwiches before our dessert.

We drove a short way to a Juniata River access near Buttonwood Campground. One of our old mystery letterbox was at this location but we removed it because it was totally water logged, a hole got ripped in the logbook baggy. It is so much fun to see the names who had puzzled out where it was since the logbook had been replaced in 2006. Last finders were exactly a year ago.

We enjoyed seeing white herons fly low on the river and look at the map with a lot of the Juniata access points, State Game Lands areas and camping areas. I saw the section of Lower Trail I had run the day before. I showed the folks where I ran from Alexandria/Water Street access past the Mt Etna access and back. A lovely 1/2 marathon along the dear Juniata.

Time for dessert, we went back to Mexico Market and were greeted by a bunch of chickens in the parking lot. They wandered around looking right at home. I found them to be a little intimidating.

We each chose a different flavor of ice cream. I got Cherry Vanilla, RGBisMe got Vanilla, Maga got Butter Pecan and Toolman got Chocolate this time. It was warm enough that driving anywhere with our melting treats would not be a good idea so we found some nearby picnic tables. It happened to be where the chickens had settled and they got all excited as we walked toward them.

RGBisMe got it into his head that the one chicken was asking for a lick off of his cone and bent down to offer it some. That chicken took such an agressive bite of icecream that his thumb cracked right through the cone with the force he had to use o hang onto it. Crazy man, crazy chickens.
We did have success with the letterbox. Toolman's knowledge of the surrounding area aced us a first find on a cute local letterbox. All of the pleasant conversation, mellow activity and good times allowed me to feel good enough this morning to take on a 4 mile recovery run. Thanks for the great Labor Day, Crayola Posse!