Saturday, September 29, 2007
Barbara is always asking me if I'm proud about my running. And to tell you the truth, I never really think about it. I don't consider that what I do is special, it's just a lot of hard training, nor do I consider that I'm particularly good at what I do. Don't get me wrong, I've had many of you tell me that I inspire you, I am proud of that, and I've won an award or two of which I'm proud. Regardless, there hasn't been any moment in my running that made me particularly proud of myself. Until yesterday. I don't know why but I've been checking the Arkansas Traveller 100 website off and on since I signed up for the race a couple of months ago. Some race websites have news bulletins, weather, and keep up to date, Arkansas' website hasn't changed in months, but I've still been checking. Yesterday they finally added the entrants list. So, I checked it out. I wanted to see if there were three more folks from Florida to see if we could enter the team competition (an age and sex adjusted total time for the team). Well I got two pieces of news:
1- I'll be the first finisher from Florida (if I finish) for the second year in a row (aint nobody else :)
2 (here's the bragging): They gave me race #9. They gave all returning racers from last year's top ten their finishing spot as their race number. Many races do this, but believe me, I've never thought about it before. Sure, Arkansas is a small race (about 130 entrants), but the only time I've ever noticed single-digit numbers were on runners like, Scott Jurek, Tim Tweitmeyer, and Ann Trason. Even Dean has a double-digit number at Western States. So, yes, I'm proud because in a small venue because of one great day for me, I'm one of those guys. I have no idea how I'll do in that race, but I know I'll keep that race number forever, because it's the only one like that I'll ever get! You know what, that makes it more special.
.................. A little more bragging, sorry, That race number yup, above, that one, with the 9er on it; well I drew that, no, no it's not a photo, and those aren't real safety pins, it's paintbrush, in the accessories section of your computer, who knew?..............
Friday, September 28, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Couldn't have been that I got to sleep in (all the way till 7 AM).
Couldn't have been that I ran a scant 4 Miles (hey, I know it's a long way, but when you're facing 25 times that long, and yes, that's literal.)
Couldn't have been that I had the company of the lovely Barbara with me (ah, it was a heckuva treat.)
Couldn't have been the weather, oh wait, that what I was saying, yeah it was the change of seasons, it's fall, the Bucs are on a long winning streak, (2 games) and you guys have ordered 7 new bracelets (and only one from Arlene this time, thanks Arlene, you know she qualified for Boston wearing hers :) And I'm tapering. Woowhooo, live is good!
ps, ready Chases' blog and my comment. The airlines screwed us both, but I don't feel like rewriting.
One more PS. Yall, I am not saying that there is a God, I'm saying don't bet against it. The night after I wrote the Don't Quit Post, I saw Lynne Muldoon at the Tampa Catholic football game. Lynne is Kelly's mom, and she was wearing the bracelet that Ali and I made for her after Kelly passed. Lynne offered to give Ali and I all of Kelly's beads. Seems that Kelly was in to that for a hobby. I'm not saying there is a God, I'm just saying we might want to live as if there is.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Not Bad Huh?
Today I was doing a lesson on Rome, complete with the educational focus activity (Hangman) and so I decided to bring my lesson to life with a picture of both the Leaning Towers.. Pisa and Pizza, here they are:
Now, those that know me well, know that Ali and I produce "Don't Quit" bracelets. We started this in honor of one of Ali's classmates that was suffering from cancer. Sadly, this trooper, Kelly, passed away earlier this year, but her memory lives on in the more that 150 bracelets that Ali and I have made in her name. We have donated more than $750 dollars to Locks of Love and the Vermont Adaptive Ski and Sports to help those that must fight everyday, and to whom quitting isn't an option. Well seeing this Google image, of one of our bracelets on the lovely wrist of Michelle Barton, champion ultra runner, has inspired Ali and I. We are cranking up the Don't Quit factory again.
I'm telling you, with the bracelet on, you can't quit, you won't quit. My bracelet has been on me in 6 of my eight 100 mile finishes, and I've never quit while wearing it.
Here's the skinny, send us $5 ($7 if you want it personalized, Bubba Don't Quit) and we'll send you a bracelet, and the profit will go to a great cause.
This was my first experience with the Don't Quit Bracelet. I didn't quit, and I went sub-24 At Western States :)
Sunday, September 16, 2007
US History/Politics: Plough Jogger (he was a big factor in Shays' Rebellion, 1780's)
Second Place: Samuel Dash
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Those of us who run ultras know Karsten as a mild but shoe leather tough ultra runner. He has finished dozens of 100 milers. He was the last official finisher at this year's Western States, finishing with less than 2 1/2 minutes to spare. He was one of the very last official finishers at Vermont this year. But, he finished, and he finished running. Some ultra runners tend to be a little obsessed with running, with the exception of Roger Sutton and me, very few probably recognized that Karsten Solheim JR is of royal heritage. His dad's Ping clubs did nothing short or revolutionizing golf clubs. The Ping Corporation was at war with the PGA for years. Put very simply, Solheim's clubs were too good, and many of the old-school players objected to their use, due to contractual commitments to use other clubs. Ping won most of the lawsuits making instant multi-millionaires out of the Solheim family.
Like Karsten, Ping uses a solid, technical, game plan.
I was cheering with Karsten. First he's 70. Second he's humble. Third, I love the way the family went up against the "Man" and kicked his arse! I still use a Ping Putter, and believe a better putter than my Ping Eye-Two will never be made.
This is my Ping Putter, and you can't have it!
But darn, as tough as Karsten Solheim is, like a two-dollar steak I tell you, I am telling you, ahmo open up a can of Whoop-Ass on that old slam. I'm gonna dissect it, train for it, and tear into it like a windmill in a hurricane! Let's go out and win one for Karsten!
Today's workout, 6 miles 3 fast with CC team, 8 Hill Kings in the heat, good workout :)
Tomorrow, Gym, 6 miles in the hood.
Saturday, 28 at Croom
Sunday, I don't know.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Sunday, September 2, 2007
I went to bed around 9:30 PM on Saturday night. After 3 restful hours of sleep, I popped up right up (er, maybe not right up) at 12:27 AM on Sunday morning, my birthday.
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday dear Andy
Happy Birthday to me!
Yall knew I wanted to do this, crazy, whacky birthday run. I nixed the run from the house run, figured it was too dangerous and too much road running. It's a good thing I did, there is a lot of traffic on the roads at midnight on a Saturday, and a lot of it is perpetrated by drunks on Labor Day weekend. So on Saturday I'd put all of my stuff for the run together. This is no small feat as we decided to do a little my birthday (that was my idea :) and Labor Day (the rest of the USA's idea) BBQ today. So here's a partial list of the junk Barbara and I put together for the run/Q:
For the run:
1/2 gallon Gatorade. 1/2 gallon Hammer Heed electrolyte drink. Shot Blocks by Cliff, Power Gels, Cliff Bars. Two Pepsi's, Two Starbucks Coolers, two gallons of water. I partially freeze the Gatorade and water the night before so I do not need to put ice in the cooler which goes at the 1/2 way point of our trail.
For post run:
1 1/2 pounds of ginger terriyaki salmon (yum yum). chips, salsa, guacamole (homemade of course), asparagus (marinated in Lemon and garlic, yum yum), Homemade spinach dip, wheat thins, charcol, propane and propane grill, er beer (yum yum).
Anyway all this took some time.
Special thanks to Woody, who met me up there at around 2 AM for the run (it's 50 miles for me, more like 75 for Woody). Woody and I took off from the Croom parking lot at 2:30 AM (I had already run one warm-up mile), and we ran the 3 1/2 miles on the dirt road to our cooler, we decided to save the woods until it got light out. When we arrived at the cooler that we stash in the woods, we noticed that the two cars that had been there when we dropped the coolers were gone. We thought this was odd, we figured we were the only nut-jobs out running this time of the morning. Turns out the cars belonged to the trail LunaChicks, E, P, Linda, and Marilyn, we know this because hanging on a bush right above my cooler was my first B'day card of my 46th year! Complete with a handful of green cash money from the Lunachicks! $1 for every decade of my life in one wad, and $1 for every year in my fourth decade in the other wad. Woo-Who, those 10 clams will buy me a movie and popcorn, these are few of my favorite things. That was cool, thanks ladies :)
Anyway, the Woodman and I took off once more and ran down Nobleton Road, this is a hard-packed dirt road for 5 miles, then we picked up the bike trail that crosses it. When then ran another 2 miles to a little park that had opened restrooms as well as a water fountain that dispensed ice-cold water. We filled our bottles, I filled the restroom (10-200 for you Smokey and the Bandit fans, Gimme a Diablo Sandwhich and a Dr. Pepper to go, and make it fast, I'm in a Gotdamn hurry!), and we went back the way we came.
We arrived back at the cars just prior to 6 AM with 20 miles under our belts (geez, only 26 more to go!) In the parking lot we saw a few cars, Dan Miller's, Candi's, Julie's and Andrea's vehicles had joined ours in the parking lot. Things were shaping up for the BBQ, if I could just get this simple additional MARATHON finished! This time Woody and took off down the trail, (special thanks to Dan Miller for knocking down all of those webs, they don't call him Spyderman for nuttin!) When we got back to our stashed coolers after 7 more miles, Woody and I decided to part ways for the time being. As it wasn't his 46th birthday he figured he'd just take the 8-mile South trail back and call it a day with a measly 35 miles (wuss!). Well my considerably math skills had deteriorated, but I figured since the first out-and-back Woody and I did was 20 miles, that if I did that again and added 5 miles (I'd done 1 before Woody got to Croom) that I'd be Aces. Ok, how was I going to pick up 5 miles. Well, I'd already added 3.5 by taking the trail instead of the road, to the coolers, I'd figure out how to get the other 1 1/2 later. between miles 29 and 40 I was cruising. I was back on the road wanting to finish and grab a brewski. I also wanted to get back to the parking lot by the time Barb came up with my lovely daughter Alison. Anyway I was clocking sub-9 minute miles (not fast for you road marathon runners, but downright speedy for a trail runner not named Sutton or Docs!) So my miles back to the little park were rapid, but uneventful. I arrived back at the cooler after clocking in about 12 more miles in about 1:45. 5 miles to go. Duh, there are two 5-mile trails that lead back to the parking lot. I took the South trail and ran (mostly) back to the car. My 9 minute miles turned into 13 minute minute miles for the last 5 miles, but that worked out well, because as I was finishing my 46th mile, Barbara and Ali pulled up in Barb's sporty red Prius, we hit the parking lot simultaneously :)
After the run we had a wonderful BBQ with Pete and his pretty finance Mary Beth (will somebody please explain to Pete what it means to outkick his coverage?), Julie and her gracious husband Eddie, my long time pal Candi (whom I love dearly), Dan and Woody (they are ok) and of course my best gals, Ali and Barb. I'll tell you one thing, I grilled some salmon that was so good it would make you want to slap your granny! And Barbara's spinach dip was right handy to swaller as well! As a special surprise Ali had decorated a cake in honor of my B'day, it was beautiful as well as tasty :) As for the brew, well, two words, Downtown Brown! As one of my all-time favorite people has pointed out, anyone that likes Downtown Brown can't be too bad (and that's exactly what I am shooting for, not too bad! Here lies Andy, he wasn't very handy, but we are a little sad, because he really wasn't too bad!)