Today we remember

Often before I get into the shower I will pop open the window to help vent the room without using the ceiling vent. This morning as I stepped out of the shower I heard the sound of a commercial airliner at a low altitude over the house. As I glanced out of the window I noticed how clear and blue the sky was. And then it struck me, that today is 9/11.

We live on one of the lesser used flight paths into Logan, so I’m used to hearing jets over the house. But today the engines just sounded different. They sounded so much like the engines on the second plane. Maybe it’s just my imagination.

As I took the elevator to my office this morning I thought of the folks in New York City eleven years ago doing the same thing at about the same time. What were they thinking about? How did they feel? Had they just dropped the kids off at school. Were they still stewing over a fight with the spouse?

Take a moment today to remember those who never made it out and those that were left behind.

Today we remember

Rage against the dying of the light!

Here it is Monday August 20th all ready. As usual I ask, where has the summer gone? I always try and extend the summer as long as possible. The calendar is the calendar and there is no fighting the eternal movements of celestial bodies. But in my mind, as long as there are tomatoes on the vine and some fair weather, it is summer.

I don’t care that it is starting to get dark earlier. I don’t care that the nightly symphony of insects is beginning to play a different tune in my back yard. At this point in the year the angle of the sun still feels like summer. As the days grow shorter and the shadows grow longer I will need to fight harder to keep my summer alive.

I will sit in my back yard and enjoy the sun on my face, and the green vibrancy of my little sanctuary. I will enjoy the tingle in my hand from the frost of an ice-cold beer. I will not go gently into that good autumn. I will rage, rage against the dying of the light. For as long as there are tomatoes on the vine and sun in my eyes, the summer shall live on!

All will come to pass in good time, regardless of my efforts to brace against the turning of the season. The passing of the seasons cannot be slowed or brought to a halt by a man’s mind. However, a man can make the most of the season he is in and the hope that the season to come will be just as thrilling.

Drink up my friends. Gulp down that glass before you. Do not waste your time pondering over the foolishness of perspective. Bottoms up! Empty that glass and wipe your chin.

My thanks to Dylan Thomas.

Live well my friends!

©2012 anagelin

Sunday Long Run

Sunday Long Run recap

The Sunday long run today was 16.2 miles but I opted for the 8 mile course instead. I had planned on this course anyway, but some yard work from yesterday was haunting me this morning.

I copied and pasted my splits from Garmin Connect.

Avg Pace
Summary 1:19:15.0 8.00 9:50
1 10:03.8 1.00 10:04
2 10:22.5 1.00 10:23
3 9:55.5 1.00 9:56
4 9:48.9 1.00 9:49
5 9:37.7 1.00 9:38
6 9:38.1 1.00 9:38
7 9:52.5 1.00 9:53
8 9:54.1 1.00 9:54
9 :02.2 0.00 8:07

No spectacular times here, but I did get in 8 miles and I’m off to a good start to the week. Last week I managed to run 22.8 miles with 11.6 miles from the Sunday long run. I should be able to hit 20 this week and if I feel like adding 10% to last week’s total I could run 24 miles.

I spent three hours doing yard work yesterday. I dug up some grass next to the deck and replaced it with crushed stone. It’s part of my “get rid of the freaking lawn” program. Little by little I’m getting rid of grass in the nooks and crannies of the yard. Eventually, I’ll have so little lawn to mow that I will be able to use just the weed whacker. This will leave more time for running!

So three hours of digging and pushing a wheel barrow are not good for hamstring injuries. Pushing a wheel barrow involves a lot of exertion from the glutes and thighs. Not exactly a therapy session. I paid last night when I had to drive my daughter to a birthday party in Boston. The pain was as bad as the first time I drove home from work and realized I had a problem.

For this afternoon I plan a long stretching session that will involve all exercises on my sheet. Tomorrow at lunch instead of running I’ll do the stretchnig routine again. Then at 4:30pm I have another PT session. I’m sure they will be shacking their heads at me when I tell them about my weekend.

Enjoy the rest of the weekend, and thanks for dropping by.


Hump day, All day.

Unfortunately Hump means Hump, and not Shag. No such luck! It’s Wednesday, I got paid yesterday and all is good in the World.

Now that The Olympics are over, it’s time to shift back to talking more about running and my own journey. As bloggers we get to be totally self-centered and talk mainly about ourselves if we want to.

Training and Recovery

For my Club’s Sunday Long Run we were supposed to do 12.5 miles. This was equal to the total miles I had run the week before, so I felt no obligation to do all of those miles in one run. I ran the first mile with my friends Gail and Stacey and then kicked it in for the next mile or so.I just had to stretch the legs out a bit.

When we got to our first water stop I was debating whether I should do the 12.5 or cut out the hills in Breakheart Reservation and head back for an 10 mile run. Gail convinced me to keep going and walk the hills with her. This was a good idea and we both made it through the woods.

On the way back I got all fired up talking politics and of course my pace picked up also. After a while Gail told me to go ahead and that she was going to walk in most of the remaining distance. I hate to leave anyone, but I could not walk the next two miles or so. I did walk some, and more than usual. But I’m still coming back from my injury and it was hot and humid – a classic summer day in New England. I finished with 11.6 miles on the watch.

I grabbed a bag of bagels at Bruegger’s and headed home to feed the gang. My oldest daughter was a councilor at a Girl Scout Camp over the summer and came home Saturday. She brought a colleague with her who was from New Zealand.

Apparently they don’t have good bagels in New Zealand. So, I had to bring home the best we have to offer in the Boston area. They thoroughly enjoyed them as they watched the Olympic Opening Ceremony. They had been at camp all summer without TV.

Tuesday night I did the Club Run. I was hoping to do 7.5 miles but I started out too fast. I managed to keep up with our fastest runners through mile 2, but then my dinner started to speak to me and I had to slow down. I had to cut it short and did 4.22 miles. I was okay with that.

This brings my weekly total to 15.82. This is more than 10% greater than last weeks total and I still have a few days to add a 5K or 10K at lunch.

Have a great Hump Day, and thanks for stopping by.

Lobster Weekend

This weekend was the family reunion in Maine. We do this every summer but this year was my parent’s 60th wedding anniversary and their great-grand daughter’s 1st birthday.

Lobster Feast

We spent Saturday enjoying each others company and feasting all day. We started with steamed clams and mussels and then went to the freshest Alaska Salmon we’ve ever had. Caught and flash frozen within hours and then carried from Alaska by my Niece. My brother-in-law and my Niece’s boyfriend expertly prepared, grilled and poached the salmon.

My mother made her white sauce which she loves on poached salmon. I had a piece of grilled and poached without the sauce. While the grilled was tasty, poached had the full unadulterated salmon flavor.

Shortly after the salmon feast the lobsters started going into the pot. My brother-in-law had perhaps the largest pot I’ve seen in a non-commercial kitchen. It must have held 20 lobsters at a time, easily. As the lobsters came out of the pot, we all settled in at the table on the deck or the huge kitchen table. As everyone tucked into their first lobsters, the second wave of steaming crustaceans landed on our tables. The butter was hot and the lobster was sweet.

The lobster feast continued for over an hour with a seemingly endless supply of lobster. By the time we were all done everyone had had their fill. And there were still lobsters on the table and in the pot.

We had some great New Zealand wines including Brancott Estate Sauvignon Blanc, a very nice Riesling and a local Sauvignon Blanc. Throughout the weekend we enjoyed a variety of Sam Adam’s Ales and an IPA and “Levitation” Ale from Stone Brewing Co. in Escondido, CA. My sister-in-law gave me some Stone Mountain IPA at Christmas and I’ve added it to my rotation of beverages ever since. Great flavor in these ales.

This past week was the 65th Annual Maine Lobster Fest in Rockland, Maine. The event opened on August 1st at 7AM with tours of the US Coast Guard Station Rockland and an Art Show on Maine Street. Rockland and the area have a vibrant art scene. The final event of the day was the 2012 Sea Goddess Coronation. A few years ago my niece Kim won. Members of the US Coast Guard and US Navy escorted the Sea Goddess and her court for the evening.

Throughout the week there is Lobster, Blueberry pancake breakfasts, Art shows and things for the kids to do. They have fun (crazy) events like a blind fold row-boat race and “The Great International Lobster Crate Race” . People pay $3 to see how many floating lobster crates they can run across before they fall into the harbor. I’ve seen it on TV before and none of those “Reality” shows have any thing quite like it. I saw some pretty big boys in line to sign up for it. The Crate Race went from 7AM to 4PM Sunday. I didn’t get to see their race because I was there for my own race.

Maine Lobster Festival 10K

At 7AM I headed for Rockland to pick up my number for the Maine Lobster Festival 10K Road Race. It is a small town race with about 250 to 300 runners each year. Before the start I spoke with local people and tourists from all over the country. It wasn’t as well-organized as some races I’ve been to but the over all experience was very good. I’d give the race organizers a “B”. They had plenty of people on the course to guide us and plenty of cold water at the finish. But, people were a little confused about where the start was and no one was there to tell us.

The course passed The Samoset Resort and that was where our first water stop was. They had one of those McDonald’s coolers that’s about 2 feet deep. The stop was well manned but they were using those little cups that you get tartar or cocktail sauce in. Each cup held about one gulp of water. As the group I was running with converged on the bucket we all dipped our little cups into the water several times to get the ice-cold water that we needed. No one seemed the least bit concerned with anyone else’s germs. It never crossed my mind until later in the day. It was hot and humid and we were thirsty!

They had two other water stops with regular sized cups and plenty of water. Thank God! When the sun shone through the clouds the heat and humidity baked out of the tar roads and roasted us. I guess we got a feel for what a lobster goes through!

The USS San Antonio was in port for The Festival and a group of US Marines ran with us. There were about 12 of them, they started the race in formation, and I think marching. As the race progressed they broke ranks and it was every man for himself. They did start behind me and probably marched a mile or so. Even with their slower start, I am still proud to say that only two of those fine young men finished in front of me. I dueled it out with the two of them for a mile or so, but I’m injured and they are twenty-something. Ego had to give in to reality!

My BAA 5K shirt had been damp the entire race. At the last water stop most of the water landed on my shirt and not in my mouth. Now my shirt was drenched and major chaffing ensued. After a half-mile or so I looked down and saw blood.

I knew at this distance (10K) with this shirt that chaffing was a possibility but I was hoping. So reluctantly, as we turned off of Maverick Street onto Birch Street in Rockland, I took off my hat and peeled off my drenched shirt. My apologies to the good people of Rockland and assembled tourists for the show I then provided for the rest of the run. My big white belly full of lobster and white wine bouncing down the street. I still think it was less horrifying than seeing blood on a bright yellow shirt.

As I came into the finish area I held my balled up shirt against my chest so the photographer and time-keeper and could see my number. The race director still had to ask me what my number was. I managed to get through the short finishing area and grabbed a bottle of ice-cold water. As I drove home that night I realized the tub they used for the water was one of those huge containers they use to ship iced seafood in. The thing probably held a ton of cod at a time. The water was ice-cold and the tub must have been new and unused.

I managed to come in at 55:00 and at an 8:53 pace. Not to bad for an injured guy who had not run at all in five days!

I wondered around the finish area for 10 minutes or so and clapped as runners came in. I grabbed another bottle of water and a banana and moved towards the street. All this time I had been walking around with my shirt stuffed into the side of my shorts. I must have been a spectacle as I’m no Olympic athlete. For what ever reason it didn’t bother me one bit. It was after a race after all.

I drove back to my Sister’s home, took a shower and grabbed a Stone Mountain “Levitation” Ale at about 10:30 in the morning. It was a race day after all. My brother-in-law made a salmon and corn chowder and a lobster and corn chowder. I had a bowl of each and another ale. We finished the meal off with more chocolate and white cake from The Brown Bag bakery.

With full bellies and heavy hearts, we left the clan and headed home.

Run well my Friends,