Sunday, December 31, 2006

Another Day In Eureka Springs

Well, the wedding day has finally arrived. Vicky and her parents and daughter arrived yesterday at 1 pm, along with Vicki and her husband. We stopped for lunch at Sparky's Grille. The entire wedding party was also there. After lunch, we went over to the Crescent Hotel where the wedding will be and where the wedding party and several guests are staying. We chatted for a while then I went to my hotel to change into something a little more formal for the rehearsal dinner. It was at a nice sister hotel down in heart of town. After dinner, we went back to the hotel for the Ghost Tour of the hotel. Some conman-quack doctor built it as a hospital for people with cancer, promising them a cure in exchange for a lot of money. But he wasn't really a doctor. The hotel has been the scene of a lot of ghost sighting and was featured on a cable program recently. Vicky's room was haunted--the impression of a body once appeared on the bed next to a lady sleeping in it. Vicky's daughter was happy that she switched rooms with her mom earlier in the day so didn't have the haunted room. At then end, we went down to the basement when they autopsied bodies and where the full-body apparition of a soldier appeared during the filming of that cable program. The tour lasted about 2-1/2 hours. Today I will take a ride around the area while Vicky and Vicki help out preparing for the wedding. It's at 8:30 pm tonight so have all day to look around. I went for a long run this morning and a small dog ran after me for 3 miles in one direction and 2-1/2 miles on the way back until a lady stopped and asked if it was my dog. We loaded it into her car and she drove off. That dog almost got hit by 100 cars and just wouldn't stop chasing me. It came running off a farm, so that's where that lady will take it first. Anyway, I have to run to Berryville Walmart down the road to pick up a tape for Vicky's video camera.

Happy 2007.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Well, here I am again in Eureka Springs. It's rainy. I went for a long run and it was very hilly. Vicky called. They are 1-1/2 hours away yet and will meet me for lunch. I will go to Christ of the Ozarks which I saw while running. It's in the picture. There are a lot of churches and wedding chapels here. It is set up for this kind of thing. Have a rehearsal dinner tonight. Anyhow, there's come lady waiting for me to finish, so will sign off here.

Friday, December 29, 2006

In Eureka Springs

Well, I'm here in Eureka Springs, Arkansas for the wedding of a friend. What an awesome town. Very old and well preserved and up in the Ozark Mountains in central Arkansas near the Missouri border. My luggage went to Detroit, and is arriving shortly, several hours after me. The airline is shuttling it to me 50 miles away. I stopped in front of the Walmart World Headquarters on my way out of town. Not much to talk about. Pretty sterile like their stores. The drive of 32 miles from the Northwest Arkansas Airport was pretty amazing. It was largely a two-lane road that twists and turns up and over a bunch of mountains and gorges. I felt like I was driving on a race course in my small rental car. I arrived here around 2:30 pm after jacking around with the airline (Northwest) over my luggage. I then walked from my hotel to downtown, which was all downhill for two miles. The walk home in the dark after dinner was scary. Lots of cars on the road and no sidewalks. But I made it. I'm just waiting at my hotel for my bag to show up. It has my clothes for the rehearsal dinner and my suit for the wedding in it. Tomorrow, my travel companions Vicki and Vicky will be here with their families. Vicki's daughter is getting married and Vicky's daughter is doing all the organizing and catering. Should be pretty interesting. They will recruit me to help set up I'm sure. The hotel is really, really nice. It's up on a high hill overlooking Eureka Springs, which has a nice view of the old town. Sorry if this is jumbled. I stopped at a local tavern (Cathouse Tavern) for dinner and a "few drinks." Think I'll stay in for the night once my luggage is dropped off.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

The Royal Treatment

This is a first. After 30 marathons, I got this letter in the mail from the organizers thanking me for participating and placing in my age division. It's not the first time I've placed in my age category, but the first time someone organizing one of these events recognized it. I also got a really nice plaque, yada, yada, yada. Not that I really care, since it wasn't excepted. But a nice surprise nonetheless. So, thanks. By the way, "Bravo Zulu" in the closing means "well done" in military terms. I had to look that up.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Door County Running Route

I got a new mapping tool on my computer at work. So I decided to see how far my various running routes up there are. Hmmm...I underestimated my long loop, thinking it was around 18.5 to 19.0 miles based on my times. Turns out it is more like 20 miles, so I actually ran longer than I thought. Something about being in Door County makes me run better--maybe the fresh air, scenery and no traffic.

Friday, December 01, 2006

More Snow Day Pictures in Milwaukee (12-01-06)

The office has been closed due to weather. Of course, I made it in so have a free day to get stuff done with no interuptions.

Here's outside my window. The bus is completely turned around. It came down the icy hill and lost it. The black PT Cruiser with two girls in it tried to go around the bus, but got stuck on the side. Eventually some guys pushed them out and the bus managed to turn around and get out of its predicament. Then in the second picture, the guy in the white van got stuck going up the hill. The guy in the black pick up tried to go around and also got stuck on the side like the PT Cruiser, so started backing down the hill. Then the lights changed color and more cars joined the fun.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Salt Lake City Memories

Some pictures from last week's trip to Salt Lake City, Utah.

Mouse over pictures for description:

Sarah (Brother's Wife), Jeffrey Jr. (16-Year-Old Son) and Jeff (My Younger Brother
Jeff's House on Left with Mountains
On the way down the mountain from Brighton Ski Resort
Park City - Site of 2002 Olympics
Mormon Temple Church
Antelope Island State Park with Mountains and Great Salt Lake
Me at Antelope Island with Mountains and Great Salt Lake

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Day 6 - Salt Lake City

On my way home. I'm at the Cincinnati Airport waiting for my connection, which appears to have left on time and should arrive here shortly. I've done all my reading and work-related stuff, so am now sitting here bored. At least I have tons of cat and dog hair to pick off my fleece jacket. It is just full of the stuff. Well, guess I'll go wander around the terminal for another hour or so. Bye for now.

My flight left Cincinnati on time and I got home to Milwaukee at 5 pm. I read all my mail, downloaded my travel photos and did a load of wash. Then I went to Flannery's for dinner and then right to bed.

Here are the sources of all that fur I was talking about. We have the dogs--Dakota and Kula--and the cats--Sapphire, Blitzen and Carmel. Both times when I went to my room and turned on the lights, this is what greeted me. I'm still coughing up fur balls today.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Day 5 -Salt Lake City

It was a nice day. We drove 20 miles out to Park City and walked around town, did some shopping, took some pictures and stopped for a beer at a local tavern. Very nice old ski town. We then drove back towards Salt Lake City and stopped at two ski resorts. One was Brighton. The drive up there was very pretty with all the mountains and snow, much like the drive to Park City. The other was Solitude . We would have stopped in Alta and Snowbird but I had a senior moment and left my fanny pack containing my cell phone and PDA hanging on the chair back at that bar in Park City, so had to drive back to Park City to pick it up. Fortunately I bought the beer and onion ring appetizer with my credit card, so I had the phone number of the tavern we stopped at on the receipt. Sure enough, they had my stuff. Fortunately we were relatively close by. I also had both devices locked, so no one could have used them with out punching in a PIN number. We got back to Salt Lake City at 4:30 pm. I played Gin with my niece while my brother put up the Christmas tree and his wife made dinner. I've basically been doing stuff I never do at home-even though it's just staying at someone else's house. I leave for Milwaukee tomorrow morning at 8:30 am, but I have a long layover in Cincinatti, so won't be home till 5 pm. It's too bad that when you use frequent flyer miles, they don't treat you as well as when you're a fare-paying passenger. That means you get a seat in the middle of a row back by the engines and near the bathroom.

Picture: Park City, Utah

Friday, November 24, 2006

Day 4 - Salt Lake City - Sightseeing Day

We went to downtown Salt Lake City to tour the Mormon church grounds (center of photo with the oblong Tabernacle in the middle), have lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe and shop for a while. It wasn't too bad for Black Monday. We then went home where I taught my 12-year-old niece how to play gin, followed by another marathon session of 4-player Hearts. No surprises like yesterday when I "shot the moon" and got all the points. Off to bed.

Day 3 - Salt Lake City - Thanksgiving

It was a pretty normal Thanksgiving with all the turkey and trimmings. It was another nice day. Didn't do much today. We sat around most of the day, had dinner, played Hearts and Uno Attack again like yesterday, then watch the Disney movie "Cars," which was quite entertaining. Then it was off to bed. Oh, I also bought a new laptop from Dell, something I've postponed for months. Should come next week.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Day 2 - Salt Lake City - Sightseeing Day

Another very nice weather day here. I slept well for a change despite having a few cats and a dog sharing my bed all night. This morning, my brother and I went to Antelope Island State Park to hike some trails, see Great Salt Lake, American bison and some phenomenal scenery up close and personal. We then went to Bingham Canyon Mine to see a large copper mining pit. Then went to the liquor store again (what a mob scene). Tonight we'll stay in and watch a movie or something. Very relaxing.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Day 1- Salt Lake City - Here in Mormon Country

I arrived on time this morning at 10:30 AM on a direct flight from Milwaukee to Salt Lake City. It's very mountainous, which was expected since I'm up in the Rockies. My brother picked me up at the airport and went home to watch TV and take a much needed nap. Then we went with my niece to see her horse, stopped at Home Depot and then came home. Will do some traveling around tomorrow.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Going to Salt Lake City Tomorrow


I'm off the rest of the week and going to Salt Lake City to visit my younger brother and his family for Thanksgiving. He'll be off so maybe we can cruise around the surrounding area and take in the scenery. I'd like to go to Park City about 36 miles away as well, poke around Salt Lake City itself and go to Promontory Summit where the rail road from the west coast and the railroad from the east coast (Transcontinental Railroad) met in 1869. More tomorrow. Have to get to bed.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Lance vs. New York City Marathon

I chuckled to myself as I read this New York Times article about Lance's first marathon. He said what I've known for a long time about running a marathon. It ain't easy. The fact that he was practically walking at the end proves it. All us marathon runners know that there are only two dignified ways to cross the finish line--running or crawling. Today I'm sure he can't walk down stairs, much less sit on the toilet without his quads screaming in pain. Although he said he would not run another marathon, he will do another one--or maybe even the Iron Man next. Good effort though--impressive time.

From the New York Times:

About 18 miles into the New York City Marathon yesterday, as Lance Armstrong made his way toward East Harlem, he said his legs started to feel as heavy as anchors.

This was not the Tour de France, the bicycle race he won seven consecutive times, nor was this a steep climb through the Alps, a challenge he has conquered before, at times without seeming to break a sweat.

This was Armstrong’s first marathon, and he said that running the 26.2-mile distance, particularly the final eight miles, was the “hardest physical thing” he had ever done.

His dark green shirt was soaked with sweat, his gait stiff. He said his calves felt as if someone were squeezing them, hard. And his shinsplints were flaring up again.

“That’s when I started to feel helpless,” Armstrong said afterward, while being driven back to his hotel opposite Central Park. “I thought: Uh-oh, maybe I should have trained a little harder for this. I think I’m in trouble.”

But with the help of the 1984 Olympic women’s marathon champion, Joan Benoit Samuelson, and other legendary runners pacing him, the 35-year-old Armstrong made it through Harlem, then all the way to the end. He reached his goal of finishing in under three hours, with seconds to spare.

Exhausted and nearly walking, Armstrong crossed the finish line in 2 hours 59 minutes 36 seconds. He was 869th, with a pace of 6:51 a mile.

“I can tell you, 20 years of pro sports, endurance sports, from triathlons to cycling, all of the Tours — even the worst days on the Tours — nothing was as hard as that, and nothing left me feeling the way I feel now, in terms of just sheer fatigue and soreness,” he said, looking spent, at a news conference.

The marathon was Armstrong’s first major athletic endeavor since retiring from cycling in 2005, and he said he had not prepared for the race as he should have.

Armstrong said he was able to run only about 45 minutes a day, squeezing workouts among appearances for his cancer foundation and jaunts to Los Angeles, hanging out with celebrities. His longest training run was 16 miles; it is common for marathoners to do at least one 20-miler.

“I’m impressed,” Mary Wittenberg, the race director, told Armstrong. “With that kind of preparation, if it was anyone else, I would have guessed a finish of 4:30. But you, wow. You’re a tough one.”

Armstrong’s toughness helped make him the most successful cyclist in history and also helped him beat testicular cancer. Although accusations of doping have followed him throughout his career, he has denied using performance-enhancing drugs and has transcended sports to become an icon for cancer patients and survivors.

At the marathon, he was more recognizable than the top runners who stepped to the starting line. Armstrong said that was when he became nervous. He saw that the other runners’ legs were as thin as pencils. His are much more muscular. He was about 160 pounds when he raced in the Tour de France; he is now 180. He dreaded the pounding ahead, he said.

But when the race began, Armstrong said, he felt strong. Fans cheered him on. Some wore yellow LiveStrong bracelets. Others waved “Go Lance” signs. He wore a green shirt bearing 10/2, which commemorated the anniversary of his cancer diagnosis, Oct. 2, 1996.

Tigun Wibisana, a cycling fan from Manhattan who wore an “In Lance We Trust” T-shirt, followed Armstrong on his bike from the start until the Queensboro Bridge. To Wibisana, a leukemia survivor, Armstrong is an inspiration.

“I don’t really care who else is in the race because he is my true hero,” Wibisana said.

For the first 10 miles, Armstrong was paced by the former marathon champions Alberto Salazar and Germán Silva. They gave him his split times and cups of water. In turn, Armstrong looked cheery and bouncy as a television camera documented his every move.

“It was very hard to hold him back,” Salazar said.

Samuelson took over as his pacesetter at 10 miles. Two miles later, she said, Armstrong began complaining about his shins. As each mile grew more daunting, she said she gave him focus points. She told him just to make it to Mile 20, then it would become easier.

Armstrong responded.

“I have no doubt that he would have finished if we weren’t there to help him, but I think breaking the three-hour barrier would have been questionable,” Samuelson said. “I think the marathon is a mental game, and he’s got that down pretty well.”

Hicham el-Guerrouj, the 2004 Olympic champion in the 1,500 and 5,000 meters, joined Armstrong and Samuelson with about six miles to go. At that point, as the clocked ticked closer to three hours, Armstrong said he wasn’t thinking about the time. He just wanted it to end.

“I was so tired, I just didn’t care,” he said.

At the finish, he doubled over. After his news conference at the New York Athletic Club, he limped out of the room. “I’m a cripple,” he said, needing a boost into a waiting van.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said that I’ve never felt this bad, ever,” he said. “My legs are killing me. My back doesn’t feel that great, either. I’m really suffering.”

When he arrived at his hotel, Armstrong hobbled out of the van, looking stunned as he walked through the lobby and into an elevator. He got off on the floor that has the spa.

“Which way to the hot tub?” he said as the spa’s door closed behind him.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Those Lonely Running Shoes

This is where my running shoes have sat since Monday when I got home from the Marine Corps Marathon. Fortunately they have each other for company since my feet are taking several days of much-needed rest. The soreness in the quads is gone and I'm almost ready to lace up again and hit the road. Maybe this weekend.

Here is a graph showing my split times and the terrain. Notice the uphill portions at miles 3, 5, 9 and the uphill climb from mile 21-26.2. I hardly noticed 3, 5 and 9. But at the end I felt the incline, particulary the giant hill from 26 to 26.2 miles.

Monday, October 30, 2006

2006 Marine Corps Marathon O-V-E-R

The 2006 Marine Corps Marathon in Washington DC is over. I did my usual sub-3-hour time, finishing just under 2 hours and 54 minutes. This was good enough for a 75th overall finish out of almost 21,000 runners. A 56-year-old guy collapsed and died from a heart attack at mile 17, and another guy had a heart attack just before the start. It was a cold 40 degrees at the start (8:35 am), so I had to wear a couple of shirts, gloves and a hat. But it warmed up very quickly and by mile 8 I was wearing no extra clothes. The race was OK until we crossed the bridge by the Lincoln Memorial into Washington DC from Virginia. That's when the most incredible wind kicked up. It never let up and it made me so disgusted throughout the next 18 miles that I just kept repeating "this sucks, last marathon, never again" to myself. I really didn't enjoy the race at all, but I did stare at the Washington Memorial, the Capitol, the Jefferson Memorial and the Pentagon as I ran past them. I also got the most incredible yellow long-sleeve mock turtle shirt in my race packet. I'm sorry to say that that was the best thing about the whole race. On Saturday afternoon, I had to stand in line 2 hours to collect it along with my race number and other stuff. The security was tight and they had to wand everyone--all 32,000 runners and their 32,000 other friends and family members. Really pissed my off. Prior to that, I walked over to the Pentagon to check out the last 2 miles of the course, but couldn't get through since the course was actually on an active expressway. My hotel was right across from the Pentagon and you could see where they repaired the building after 9/11 from my window.

On the morning of the race, I took the (very crowded) subway over to the start. Then I had to walk 1-1/2 miles back to the Athlete's Village to drop off my gear and another 1-1/2 miles back to the start. So I actually did 29.2 miles instead of 26.2. When I got to the start, they were not regulating where people lined up, so there were tons of slower runners in my corral who had no business being there. So when the starting gun went off, I was stuck for about 2 minutes behind a bunch of people running 4 minutes per mile slower than me. I politely moved people aside and uttered a few "excuse mes" to get by. The race also started 15 minutes behind schedule so I had virtually no cushion to get back to my hotel to shower and get out of there before the noon check out. I finished at 11:30 am and then quicky retrieved my gear (which was a half mile away from the finish line in Rosslyn) and headed for the subway. I blew into the hotel at 11:58 am, took a quick shower and checked out 15 minutes later.

Since I had a meeting in Baltimore on Monday, I walked from the hotel back over to the subway and took it to the end of the Green Line, then caught the express bus to Baltimore Airport (BWI). From there I caught the Marriot Hotel shuttle to my hotel, where I immersed myself in the whirlpool for 30 minutes to soothe my aching quads. Then I went over to Wendy's for quick bite to eat, then met up with my colleagues at the hotel where we had a meeting from 7:30-9:00 Sunday night. Sunday was quite a day. We had another meeting from 8 am to 1 pm today, then I caught a flight back to Milwaukee. Monday was a long day too. I'm glad to be home.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Countdown to the Marine Corps Marathon 2006

10 weeks and nearly 800 miles of training will finally culminate in the Marine Corps Marathon this Sunday, October 29, in Washington DC.
I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I fly out Saturday morning. After arrival, I'll take the Metro over to the Armory by Union Station, pick up my number, browse the Expo, and enjoy a pasta dinner before heading back to my hotel in Virginia over by the Pentagon. Come Sunday morning, it should be around 40 degrees at 8:20 am when the race starts in front of Arlington National Cemetary, but it should be a good overall day for a 26.2 mile run.
The race course is really amazing since it goes past all the monuments and historic sites in the Washington DC-Arlington area before finishing in front of the Iwo Jima Memorial close to the start of the race.
I'll need to finish under three hours since I have to check out of my hotel by noon. There's not much time to retrieve my belongings, take the subway back to the hotel and take a hot shower.
Fortunately, I have to be in Baltimore for business on Monday, so I'll take Amtrak up there Sunday afternoon, and come home Monday afternoon from BWI airport.

Bye for now ...

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Marathon Training

Well, the Marine Corps Marathon is only 4 weeks away. Training seems to be going too well. For about the past month, I've been running roughly 22 miles on Saturdays, 17 miles on Wednesdays, and 10 miles the remaining days, except Friday, which is a day of rest. That's roughly 80 miles a week. The speed and endurance are improving by the week. Yesterday, I was running around the airport like I always do for the big run and suddenly a lady in a van pulls over and rolls the window down. "Did you just run around the airport?" she said. "I saw you way over on the other side about 25 minutes ago!" Yes, that was me. But it's no great feat. It's only 7 miles around the entire airport. I've still got three more weeks of training to do. I'm actually tired of it already, but I wanted to start early enough so that if I had to forgo a long run for one reason or another, it wouldn't have much of an impact. I'd rather be slightly overtrained than undertrained. Today, October 1, 2006, is the Milwaukee Marathon. It starts in about 10 minutes (8am) from Grafton High School parking lot. I'm going for a run and then I'll go down to the Lake Front to watch the finishers. I know a bunch of people doing their first marathon, so I'll go cheer them on starting around 11 am and snap a few pictures.

The photo is from the 2006 Boston Marathon held 04/17/06. I wish I could run under 2 hr 50 min. The 3 big hills towards the latter half of the race really take the wind out of your sails.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Checking In / Eastern Europe Picture Page


Haven't posted in a while. Not much is new. It's still summer. I apparently have better things to do than sit inside staring at a computer screen.

I finally got around to posting some pictures and my diary from my recent trip to Eastern Europe.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Lasik IV - The Final Chapter (I Think)

I had my 4th LASIK surgery last Thursday. For the first time in 3 years I can actually see without glasses. When I had my right eye done three years ago, it was undercorrected like my left eye. Unfortunately, I couldn't have a retreatment on my right eye because the laser couldn't be set low enough to do the procedure. Eventually the prescription for my right eye drifted back to 20/50. So I had the procedure redone.

My left eye is thankful because it has been straining for 3 years whenever I didn't wear glasses. My brain is happy because it doesn't have to compensate for the 20/20 vs. 20/50 difference between my eyes. The surgeon is happy because I stopped complaining. My brother will be happy because he won't have to take yet another day off of work to drive me to the LASIK center.

It will be a few more weeks before the prescription settles down. I tested 20/15 at last week's follow-up appointment. So far it doesn't seem to be getting worse. I will keep my fingers crossed.

Now if they could just remove the stray corneal cells that are trapped under the edge of the flap in my left eye, I'll be a real happy camper since my left eye always feels like it has an eyelash in it. Wonderful.

By the way, if you can't afford traditional LASIK surgery, try this do it yourself LASIK kit like the one pictured above.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Almost Ready for Vacation

Well, I spent the better part of today tying up loose ends on my travel plans. I leave Thursday, April 27 for Budapest, Hungary. For the next 17 days, I will be travelling through Hungary, Croatia, Serbia-Montenegro, Bulgaria and Romania. I'm looking forward to visiting a part of Europe into which few tourists have ventured since the Yugoslavian Civil War of the mid-1990s. The south of Croatia (Dubrovnik) is about the only place tourists visit in the region these days. It will be amazing to see some of the most beautiful and historic sites in Europe, including a dozen or so UNESCO World Heritage Sites. The aftermath of the Civil War will also be apparent in the Serbia-Montenegro towns of Osijek, Vukovar and Belgrade. I hear the people are awfully friendly throughout the region, and many speak English. I found this to be the case 10 years ago in Prague as well. At the end of the trip, we're heading up to the Romanian town of Sinaia to tour Count Dracula's castle. I'll bring silver bullets, wooden stakes and garlic cloves just in case ;-).

I have invested more time researching this trip than any other because there are virtually no English-language travel guides for half the places we're visiting. I want to make sure I use my free time wisely, instead of doing something idiotic like going back to the ship or hotel to eat, sleep or watch TV. People on my trips often marvel at the amount of work I put into planning. I always make sure I don't miss anything I'll regret. The flip side is that people latch onto me and invite themselves to roam around with me, which I don't always like when time is short and there's lots of ground to cover. That's probably why I don't mind travelling alone. Fortunately my usual travel companions are like me. So when they come along, it's not a problem (well, maybe not completely like me, but close enough--we have an understanding).

I also found out there are a bunch of other Wisconsin people on the trip. So I did some Internet research on them, but didn't find out much more than where they live, how old they are, and how many speeding tickets they have. None of it was particularly noteworthy, but one couple spent January 2001 in Costa Rica on a humpback whale expedition and have a son who married a Turkish women in Istanbul in 2004.

My new digital camera finally arrived too. I waited over 11 days. Every time I went online to check the status of my order, it was always the same: "Order Sent to Warehouse to be Picked." So I called them up and let them have it. Seems they "forgot" to tell me the camera was out of stock and that the manufacturer stopped making it. They then upsold me a different Sony camera (7 mexapixels--just what I need). It arrived last night and I pretty much know everything I need to about it already, so have one less thing to worry about now.

Anyhow, I've got to get home and run.

I'll be posting daily blogs from the road, so check back daily.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Done and Home From Boston

Well, the Boston Marathon is over for another year and I'm back home in Milwaukee already. I ran an average race, finishing in 2:53:01 (6:36 per mile pace). It was a perfect day for running a marathon. My heel is a little sore and all the surfaces and crevices of my body that were not coated with Vaseline before the race are nicely chaffed today. It's odd, but it seems like everyone passed me this year. Must be getting old. Even in the 40-49 category I only came in 109. I caught the next flight home (2 hours after the race) and am now busy washing all my running clothes to get the sickening smell of Ben Ben-Gay out of them. During the race I saw a guy who shit all over himself. I also smelled lots of European BO, which is one of the rankest odors known to man. I also drank too much Gatorade and consumed too much Gu so my plumbing is a little screwed up but should be fine in a day or so.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Yeah Boston

It's noon. I just got back from the Sports & Fitness Expo where I picked up my race number and shopped for running clothes, Gu, socks and other running necessities. The Boston Marathon is tomorrow. The weather is supposed to be good for tomorrow. I slept fine last night. The night before the night before is the only time you can really sleep if you have performance anxiety. Otherwise you'll have a fitful night of sleep the night before the and be really tired if you didn't sleep well two nights beforehand. Anyway, it's Easter Sunday. The spring blossoms are on full bloom up Tremont Street, which makes the Boston Commons particularly nice. I'm going to stay off my feet today because my heels are still a little sore. I bought some padded, moisture wicking socks at the expo and I use my heel cushions tomorrow even though I have a new pair of shoes and shouldn't need them. Will go to the carb load pasta party tonight and then don't have to be to the buses until 9 am, which is an hour later than usual due to the new starting and staging procedures. I come home tomorrow night. Till tomorrow.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Basking in Boston

The weather is beautiful but it won't last. We're expected to have a nice day tomorrow and then it will get cool and windy for the Marathon on Monday. I met a bunch of first-time runners at the airport in Milwaukee while waiting to leave. Thank god I don't get nervous anymore. These guys were crawling the walls. I doubt they'll sleep at all until it's over. When you're in tune with your body, you just listen to it. If you're running too fast, it will tell you and you slow down for a little while till you feel like running faster. Diet is another thing. You need to carb load all week before the race and take salt tablets or eat pretzels the morning of the race so you have enough sodium in your system to avoid cramps. Ben-Gay works wonders too. Really warms up the muscles. After the starting gun goes off, you just start running until you reach the finish line. Trying to pyschye out other guys doesn't work. And don't let it pysyche you out. It's you, your mind and your body. One foot in front of the other to the end. Focus, focus, focus. That's all there is too it. Off to bed. I'm tired. I went out for pasta and a few beers. Nighty night.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

The Angel of Death Comes Knocking (Again)

Maybe the fact that I'm getting older makes me more aware of death. The grim reaper has come knocking 6 times in the last 6 months and he's about to come calling again within the next two weeks. Today, sadly, I learned of the imminent death of a good friend of mine. She's had cancer for a year now and just moved into hospice on Monday. Her sister told me her life expectancy was less than two weeks. My friend is only in her early 50’s.

A year ago, all was well for her. Then, suddenly, she disappeared. A few months later she called me to tell me the sad news—bone cancer. And it already spread, so it there’s not much they could do. During the summer, we went to Bastille Days. I picked her up at the home of some friends that were taking care of her. We stopped at her favorite booth at the festival. She bought some clothes because she had lost so much weight. The owner of the booth and her were good acquaintances going all the way back to the early days of the festival. My friend bought clothes from the guy every year. She explained her cancer to the owner. The owner said “hope to see you next year.” That’s not going to happen, but I will stop by next summer to tell him my friend passed away.

This Friday, her co-workers are having a “retirement” party for her at the hospice. Friends are also invited so I created a party invitation and dropped it off at her favorite downtown drinking spots (Flannery’s, Safe House, New Room Pub) where she is well known and respected. I also made a few phone calls to mutual friends to invite them. I hope a lot of people show up. She’ll probably be too sedated next week to recognize anyone.

Meanwhile, I’ll be working on my eulogy. I’m not sure what I’m going to say exactly, but I have a pretty good idea. I really admire her courage. She’s got her faith and has no real fear of dying. She once told me she didn’t care when her time came because she’s had a great life and doesn’t regret anything. Her spirits are amazingly upbeat. Her cheerfulness and laughter really floored me. I hope I can face death with the same intestinal fortitude.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Monday in Key West

Time to go home. Didn't party too much last night. In bed by 12:45 am and up at 8:00. Another beautiful day in paradise. Did the usual morning run then my dad and I drove into Key West. My dad is doing a lot of post-hurricane contracting work to keep himself busy so dropped off some tools at the next job site and stopped for lunch on lower Duval Street. Got to the airport just as the plane was loading. But got to Fort Lauderdale and the flight was delayed till 9:30 pm so didn't get home till 11:45 pm. So it's back to the dreary, cold Wisconsin winter. Being in a warm sunny place really puts things into perspective.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Sunday in Key West. It's 2006!

After dinner at Mangrove Mama's we went home. Decided the neighbors party wasn't worth attending so hung out at other neighbor's house till midnight. Launched a bunch of fireworks. Then watched the "ball drop" on Times Square on TV. Dick Clark looked OK but was a bit hard to understand seeing as he had a stroke a year or so ago. Hung out till 1 am and then went to bed.