Tuesday, March 10, 2020

The Governator Gets Totally Recalled

Who would have thought that a worldwide viral outbreak would be what put Arnold Schwarzenegger - the actor, filmmaker, businessman, author, and former professional bodybuilder and politician - in his place. This month -  due escalating fears over the spread of the Coronavirus disease (COVID-19) - the 2020 Arnold Sports Festival here in Central Ohio (named in honor of the aforementioned icon) would cancel it's ever popular expo and go without spectators (except for parents and guardians of the youth competitors).

This was a major blow to an event that attracts 200,000 athletes and visitors from 80 countries annually. There has been some major debate as to whether these steps were necessary for the 31 year-old event and it may have been a bit of an overreaction, but my opinion means jack squat. I can't imagine being one of the thousands of athletes diverted upon arriving at John Glenn International Airport and forced to go through mandatory Coronavirus testing.

It does make it weird to be around Columbus in mid-March and not see an overwhelming hoard of folks conglomerating at the Greater Columbus Convention Center. The area businesses which typically make a good portion of their yearly income on the event will also suffer a bit, but I digress - it is better to be safe than sorry - I guess. Jokingly, I thought the helter-skelter weather would kill whatever bug that may be going around as it will be nearly 60 one day - then 30 and snow the next as spring struggles to fully awaken from months of hibernation.

Anyway, the Arnold 5k is part of the festival week and it - luckily - made it through the outbreak checklist unscathed and would continue on Sunday. It would, though, follow a different route than in previous years. Still gunning for that sub 18:00 5k, maybe a change of scenery would be of assistance. And L, training for her first half marathon (the Athens Ohio Half Marathon) in April, would take part in the Der Wolfsrudel Lauf Trail Series taking place in nearby Delaware State Park on Saturday, then again in April at nearby Alum Creek State Park.

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The Arnold 5k starts and begins at the Greater Columbus Convention Center and in the past it followed a course that when north into some residential areas before returning. This year would be just the opposite as we would head south through downtown and the return would follow the Scioto River and into the Arena District before making it back to where we started - a nearly identical route as the 5th Line 5k back in January. I took 15th in this event last year, finishing in 18:13.

With full sun and a slight breeze, the 36 degree temperature was comfortable. Loitering around the starting area, this dude walks over, "You are Craig, right?""I am", I reply. He, Brian, goes on to say he was the one I narrowly beat in January as I found the last of the energy I had remaining to kick it up a notch in the last 100 meters. An injury last May had put him out for a while and he had just started running again in December. With that I figured he would make sure to finish ahead of me on this day.

At the gun a group took off like they were shot out of a cannon and I was in no mood to attempt to keep even a portion of that pace. I stayed within myself and hung behind a couple of others who looked like they may know what they were doing. The going was relatively easy, but we did have a nice head wind as we traveled down the long southbound straight stretch on Front Street.

Nearing mile one the couple of guys just ahead are falling back a bit, but then suddenly Brian drifts by and I'm at 5:44. I pass the two guys directly in front who apparently went out a bit too fast and attempt to have Brian pull me along, but he seems to get a little further ahead every so often. We turn to go back north and I notice Brian is asking race security for confirmation on the race route as we make a couple of turns - this, for the time being, is keeping him from getting further way. He is soon out of reach and the wind is at our backs.

At mile two (5:50) all is silent until I pass under a pedestrian bridge and glance to see L throwing out
some encouragement as the incline battle begins. Turning right onto Spring Street and I hear distance footsteps. Moments later I'm passed by a dude who is reeling in the distant Brian at the same spot where I was holding Brian off about six weeks ago.

Mile two, all alone
 As if my legs are made of concrete, I'm at a good pace but cannot find an extra gear. Drifting by Nationwide Arena, I push as much as I can up the hill along the boulevard. With a quarter mile to go, the dude is in Brian's shadow and the two begin the race to the finish. I'm too far back see them finish and stride as best I can in hopes of a satisfying finishing time. I stop my watch as it all comes to an end and see 17:22, but a course length of 2.9. I have finished 6th and Brian held off that dude by less than a second to finish fourth at about 25 seconds ahead of me.

Conversing with other finishers, we find Brian's watch indicates a full 3.1 mile course. Though, the rest of us are seeing length of three miles or less. Whether it was short or not, I did at least keep a more consistent pace than I have in the past. Before heading home L & I swung by Katalina's for breakfast. The rest of the day was spent preparing the garden for near future planting followed by lighting the fire pit for the the first time in 2020.

Oh, and as for L in the Der Wolfsrudel Lauf Trail Series 12k the day before she placed twelfth overall on the river of mud course in 1:14:09. It may not have been the most ideal race, but was a great way to prepare for her first half marathon coming up next month. Her shoes sat on the patio to bake in the rest of the weekend sun in order to more easily remove them from their mud cocoon.

The one portion of the course not totally mud.
The race was run relatively well, though the water stop near the start/finish could have used a human or two. As L made her way through for the first loop she grabbed one of the cups set up next to the giant orange jug of liquid refreshment. Attempting to take a swig, she was instead pelted in the face by a handful of trail mix. Disgusted that the displayed cups held no liquid at all, she simply tossed it behind her and mumble a curse word or two as she continued for lap number two.

I, too, was confused as to why one would set out cups next to a refreshment jug only to fill them with a snack? This isn't preschool, get the competitors some damn water! She did survive, but many folks were disappointed to find they had to stop and fill up their own cup for liquid refreshment while race officials danced around yelling encouragement through a megaphone while dressed in hippo costumes and blaring horribly recorded tunes by a random cover band. Overall, though, it was a good event, but could have been much better and L didn't let it phase her - she did extremely well.

With that said, we have started scheduling races around vacations and vice versa for the better part of the year. Some of those have her being the spectator as I run, others have me playing the part as observer while she grinds it out and some have the both of us running ourselves silly. There are those folk who find this to be weird, but for us...it is simply a daily routine...


this is my daily routine
spend my hours on computer screen
I lay around for a while
get feeling like I’m supposed to be
I love the daily routine
take care of my basic needs
I have a daily routine
I thought it looked better inside a dream
come on and hit me in the head real hard
I haven’t hurt myself quite enough so far
save me I don’t wanna think
crunch crunch I’m feeling pink
this is my daily routine
I wonder what it’s like to be feeling clean
guess I should probably know
it’s something I’ve already seen
come on and listen to me cry for help
‘cause sometimes I feel like I wanna kill myself
if I took a trip back in time
would the days still seem to feel so unkind
I’m in prison but I think this place was built by me
come on and show me how I’m supposed to live like I’m supposed to be
I see the people who spend their lives in a worthwhile shine
I’m laying down spending my life on wasting time

Photos
L, celebrating a muddy finish!

L's aftermath

The exact moment L throw's the trail mix
masquerading as water.

Finishing

Brian in the white on the left, I'm in the middle

Can't complain.

Sunday afternoon's garden preparation




Tuesday, February 4, 2020

The 31 (+1) Flavors of Winter

Running in the cold isn't so bad once you get out there, its having the wherewithal to overcome the urge to sit in the warmth of your home and hibernate through spring. I have never really had a problem with tackling the ice and snow, but doing it everyday isn't something I would enjoy.

With that said, L and I decided to take part in Columbus Running Company's Inspire Columbus Winter Challenge. According to the program, Inspire Columbus is our January training challenge, a program meant to inject some wintry fun into your miles during one of the toughest training months. Once registered, challenge yourself to RUN OR WALK OUTDOORS EVERY DAY IN JANUARY. So despite the darkness, cold, ice, snow, wind or plague - we would have to run outside all 31 days of January. A cool, long sleeve technical shirt and the opportunity to win prizes were our incentives.

This didn't seem too daunting, then again we do enjoy days off each week. Nevertheless, we were ready for the 4 1/2 week gauntlet. My strategy was to pepper a fast two mile run in between every two days of four or more miles. The thinking was that a pending short run would leave a sort of "silver lining" during those days of long, cold & wet workouts.

About two weeks in and we started to feel the effects. Not having a day off every two or three days began putting a bit of a strain on the body. For me, it was mostly in the lumbar area of my back. It wasn't painful, but would get uncomfortable as my 44-year old muscles threatened to set themselves on fire. The challenge left both us more tired then we are used to being, but not so much that it was too taxing. When it was time to relax, we took full advantage.

Unfortunately, L had to bow out and take a break on day 16. Working with preschoolers, she came home with what seemed to be a touch of the flu - courtesy of the little ones from her Montessori school place of employment. She was disappointed, but not so much that not running for a day or two wouldn't make her smile. I, though, continued despite the visions of sugar plums dancing around a non-running day.

Day 18 was the first real test as I had to work on this Saturday and immediately thereafter would be headed for the Columbus Winter Beerfest. So I needed to muster all I had to drag my reluctant body out for a pre-dawn jaunt. It didn't help that a winter weather advisory the night before came to fruition that morning. A wave of wind and freezing rain left everything in an ice cast and continued the rest of the day. This warranted the first use of the Yaktrak of the year and a decent two mile effort through slush and kamikaze ice pellets under the cover of darkness was the result.

Upon returning and sitting on the floor, leaning up against the sofa in damp clothes and sleet attached to my face with a giant, hot cup of coffee, I repeat to myself,"Thirteen more days, just thirteen more days."

Hoping to break up the monotony, I decided to throw in a 5k event which was to take place on day 25 of the winter challenge. The 5th Line 5K would be a way to get a run in with some enthusiasm without it feeling like a stereotypical training run. The uptempo two mile efforts every couple of days, I thought, would assist in forcing the increased leg turnover needed for such faster races.

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The 5th Line 5K's signature would be the opportunity to "Finish On Center Ice" of Nationwide Arena, home to the Columbus Blue Jackets. We would start just outside the arena along Nationwide Boulevard, then onto West, Spring and Front Streets heading south.We would turn west on Rich, north on Washington Boulevard, then onto Broad, Marconi and Long Streets. The final portion of the return would take us back to Spring, West and Nationwide before entering the arena.

The first race of 2020 would be a great opportunity to attempt a sub 18:00 5k. I was hoping the 31 day winter challenge wouldn't leave my legs weary, leaving me to crash and burn on the back end of the race. We lucked out by missing out on the extreme cold (it was about 35 degrees) under a cloudy sky with a slight breeze.

I arrived early enough to sit near a second floor window in Nationwide Arena overlooking Nationwide Boulevard to watch folks arrive and warm up. With it being NHL All-Star Weekend in St. Louis, all hockey related things were hibernating. Also, this would be a solo effort as L had worked related things to tend to.

Finally making it outside, a leisurely one mile warm up made it less cold and more comfortable. As we gathered at the starting line, there were some familiar faces and plethora of high school kids piled up front. At the gun a couple of those familiar faces jump out front while I try to stay within myself among a group of teens. I'm at a comfortable pace and utilize my long stride to maintain fast pace without overdoing it.

A slight decline on West Street, turns into a miniature incline along W. Spring and we're headed south on Front Street. The front runners have some good distance and the smaller group I'm with begins to dwindle. A pair of high schoolers drift ahead of me, but I'm keeping them totally taking off and us them as my measuring stick. My watch buzzes to indicate mile one, but unlike all other races I don't glance for a time check as we turn onto Rich Street.

Just seconds after the start
I feel comfortable and fluid and thought maybe a watch glance would make me think too much about what was going on. So, I stayed course and tried to stay as close to the two teens in front as me as I could. We navigate onto Washington Boulevard, pass the water stop, cross the Broad Street Bridge and head north on Marconi. Those two teens get a little further away as we turn onto Long Street and the mile two indication arrives. Again, I ignore any attempt to look at my watch and focus on what I'm doing as the fatigue is beginning to set it.

Working the arms and extending my legs as much as I can, I make the 180 degree turn along Hanover and back to W. Spring. It's crunch time now as we return to West Street and a slight incline, Nationwide Arena is now in full view at the end of the street. The teens are maintaining their distance, but I now hear not-so distant footsteps behind me. I'm wondering when I should begin forcing the issue if/when I get challenged.

We reach the end of West Street, cross Nationwide Boulevard onto the service road toward the arena's loading dock & ramp into the venue. Those distant footsteps are no longer distant and are now accompanied by labored breathing. He has yet to come into my peripheral, so I hatch a quick plan of attack just in case. We move from the service road into the loading dock area and turn toward the arena ramp. Instead of waiting for him to attempt a pass, I beat him to the punch and throw what I have left in and sprint up the ramp, onto the arena floor and cross the finish at what would be center ice.

Finishing at center ice, holding off the dude in white.
It was nice to begin recovering in the warmth of the arena, as well forcing luke warm air into one's constricted lungs rather than the chilly winter atmosphere outside. I grab my medal and some water and turn back to the dude I held off. "I thought for sure I was gonna catch you!," he says as we congratulate one another. Forcing a smile I relate, "My kick is short and sweet, I had to wait as long as I could before letting go." I can't say I know him, but his name is familiar as I tend to see it in various race standings somewhere around mine. On this day, I bested him by two seconds - finishing in 17:26.

I wanted to celebrate a return to the sub 18:00 5k, but was a little disappointed as my watch indicated a distance of only 2.99 miles - not the standard 5k distance of 3.1. Though, if you do the math I would have easily broken the 18:00 barrier had the race been 528 feet longer. That is, of course, barring any unforeseen circumstances. With that said, it was great to see some consistent mile times of 5:45, 5:43 & 5:56. Overall, I finished 8th out of 3,011 and first in my age group.

Afterwards, I went home to relax and watch some college hoops. L & I eventually finished the day with beers at Staas Brewing and a game of Scrabble while struggling to tune out the overexcited Pub Shuffleboard players next to us screaming their enthusiasm loud enough to slow the flurries pelting the City of Delaware.

So, when all was said and done, the Inspire Winter Columbus Challenge saw me run on all 31 days of January for a total of *107.43* miles. I think my strategy of adding a fast two mile run in between every two days of 4 to 5 miles made it easier on the mind and the body. And how did we celebrate the end of the challenge? L & I made a return trip to South Haven, Michigan to run the Break the Ice 5k as part of the Ice Breaker Festival on February 1st!!

We made this trip at this time last year on a whim for L's birthday and it gave the phrase "ice cold" a new meaning. We made a return trip for our honeymoon last August to enjoy the city during the human-friendly weather. In 2019 I finished in 19:00 flat while attempting to keep myself upright in the packed snow and ice, but the sunshine made it more bearable. As for L, she finished in 26:45. It was to be cold again, of course, but not arctic and would not resemble Siberia.

Break the Ice 5k
This year, there were only remnants of the snow that had fallen days before. There wasn't any ice on Lake Michigan, but we did have some sleet and a nice headwind. As we were standing at the starting line, I overheard this woman next to me talking about the lake she said someone had told her about. She mentioned to those she was addressing that she hadn't seen it and wasn't sure what lake it was. "Lake Michigan? Really? That's the lake we'll be running by? Which direction is it? Huh, I had no idea we were that close?", as she continued to be bewildered that a giant inland ocean was less than half a mile away from us.

And I will not mention the fact that we had 15 to 20 mph winds on this day which made the said huge body of water, as well as the Black River and the harbor/marina area (both of which were a tenth of a mile away from us), very angry. You could hear the crashing waves from where we were, there was no mistaking the obvious continuous hum of the restless Great Lake. Maybe she was one of those characters from The Langoliers who didn't believe what Dinah was hearing and is just accepting the fact she will soon be eaten by those creatures who consume time which has passed.

Anyway, for the life of me, I could not figure how this woman had made it South Haven without seeing, hearing or knowing that this 22,400 square mile sea surrounded by four states - that was audibly growling at all of us - was behind her? Back to the task at hand, as the police escort arrived we began heading south on Kalamazoo Street. A group of five us trailed a pack of two who were leading the way and the pace wasn't too fast, or all that slow. As the slightly inclined straight stretch continued, some of our group drifted back as the snow & sleet mix began falling and driven into us by the powerful lake wind.

Turning into the straight stretch finish as Lake Michigan
& South Haven Lighthouse guard the harbor
At mile one, the 5:57 was ideal for possibly picking up the pace later in the race. As we turned onto Lovejoy Avenue, one of those among the front running two began falling off the pace. The lead runner was in full race mode and barring any mishaps, wouldn't be caught on this day. Among a teen and dude around my age, we slowly reeled in the fading gentleman in front of us. Once we turn back north on Monroe Boulevard, we drift by him and our mile two (5:56) was even with the first mile.

Now on a slight decline for the next mile, the pace has picked up. I pull even with the teen and the older dude is directly behind us as the wind is at our back. We are now running alongside the picturesque Lake Michigan urging us along with each crashing wave and the South Haven Lighthouse & Pier standing firm among the swirling winds.

As we approach Erie Street the teen and the dude drift in front, we turn downhill into the beach and pier parking lot. The teen steps it up and disappears through the parking lot and into the turn toward the finishing area. The dude and I do the same with me trailing by about five yards, but he's drifting away. As expected, mile three was much faster (5:40) though I'm not finding another gear to push up the finishing incline. I eventually cross at 18:04 and in fourth place, an improvement to last year's ninth place finish on the course measuring (by my watch) 3.09 miles.

Moments later, L arrives and finishes 46th with one of her best 5k times (24:32). What makes this race cool is that it benefits the South Haven Public Schools Middle and High School Cross-Country teams and the students design the logo for the shirts each year. The logos are unique and quite outstanding. I will be happy to travel up here each year to enjoy the atmosphere and take home the unique experience.

As Groundhog Day arrived we saw our shadow, but did not run for the first time in 32 days. Though we did have a four hour drive home, but since it was Super Bowl Sunday we were treated to a great game and even a Monday off to finish the weekend. I ran every day of January and the first 32 days of 2020 and I survived, despite repeated efforts to find an excuse to take a break.

Yeah, it wasn't easy but I think I made it out alright...


We are young, we run green
Keep our teeth nice and clean
See our friends, see the sights
Feel alright

We wake up, we go out
Smoke a fag, put it out
See our friends, see the sights
Feel alright

Are we like you?
I can't be sure
Of the scene, as she turns
We are strange, in our worlds

But we are young, we get by
Can't go mad, ain't got time
Sleep around if we like
But we're alright

Got some cash, bought some wheels
Took it out, through some fields
Lost control, hit a wall
But we're alright

Are we like you?
I can't be sure
Of the scene, as she turns
We are strange, in our worlds

Photos


The 5th Line 5k finish. Complete with live scoreboard video

Outside Nationwide Arena

Saturday night beers & Scrabble
Waiting for the gun

My results, not too shabby.
A spectator's view

At the Break the Ice 5k, next to crazy lake lady
L heading to the finish
Not too shabby again.
From the lighthouse after dark.

Monday, December 30, 2019

Mascot Thugs, Miles & Harmony

Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. In the employment arena, these things fall under the "others duties as assigned" file. They can be frustrating and/or embarrassing, but if you just do what's asked of you without making a scene - you will be rewarded in the long run.

L & C - The Holiday version.
As part of my employment at the library, I am asked to dress as our giant blue owl mascot on occasion. The playful eight-foot tall bird of prey is a lovable character adored by children and appreciated by parents. The library is asked on a regular basis for the mascot to make appearance at various events and we are all too happy to oblige as long as the event is an opportunity to promote the library and our services.

In December, a senior center near one of our branches was holding their annual Breakfast with Santa event and the library would be there with a craft for the kids. In an effort to add to the fun, our mascot of nocturnal nature would be there to further enhance the morning fun. On this Saturday morning, my co-worker Scott was busy setting up the craft table and greeting the folks who know him well. I, fully clad in the cobalt suit of foam rubber armor, began the playful antics expected of our giant feathered talisman.

The mascot doesn't speak and movement above the waist for the person acting as our feathered representative is very limited. Add in the super small meshed "windows" of sight and you have what can sometimes be a struggle. But if you are familiar with your surroundings and listen, you can get around without too much trouble. On this day, we stayed in section of the cafeteria-area without random obstructions and I could get around without trampling on any humans or falling into someone's tasty breakfast.

The senior center keep the event organized and fun, and made it festive by playing holiday music on  a piano accompanied by an accordion. The holiday craft table manned by Scott was a hit and our owl mascot was the pied piper who led kids to it. Soon some of the parents were coming over to great and interact with our over-sized adorable library representative. When the crowd would dwindle a bit, I...er...I mean "the owl" - would pose for pictures, sit on Santa's lap and take part in the full festivities.

Our house, in the festive mood
One of those times when I was free to roam, my mascot masquerade evolved into dancing with myself to the beat of whatever Christmas tune was being played - I was still performing and had to act the part. At about this time, I feel a tug on my arm ( I mean, "wing") and the phrase, "You poor thing, I'll dance with you!"  I turn to my right to point my pinholes of vision toward the subject to see who is attempting join my little dance party and it is one of the seniors helping with the event.

The elderly woman was all smiles and we joined hands & wings as we danced around to whatever holiday classic was exuding from the dime store band. Now, I can only really move my feet in mascot cocoon I was inhabiting but we made it work. It helped that she seemed to be stable and fluid herself. She and the humble owl made merry to everyone's delight! Then just as fast it began, it came to a sudden end.

As the holiday song we were partying to ended, my owl antics slowed down and eventually to a stop. Though, my holiday dancing partner had a harder time grasping the momentum shift. As I came to a halt, my winged-hands let go of the elderly dancing queen and she - too - released her grip on this youthful spectacle. I may have been in foam-rubber solitary confinement, but I was still able to control my movement....she could not.

Whiskey & Jameson using me as a chair
or my life after being banished for the
the senior center Christmas carnage
Upon letting go, my tiny window of vision continued turning to the right. From that point I hear a thud. It was the recognizable sound of a human body falling onto a concrete floor followed by the slightest tremor, though this was not produced by the shaking of the Earth's surface. It was created by the collective gasps of the 15 to 20 revelers who were witnessing what seemed to be the Breakfast with Santa muscle, Luca Brasi the owl mascot, putting the finishing touches on a party-goer who had pushed it one December ballad too far.

The lady who was dancing with my gentle giant impression had come to a stop, but her feet had not become set. So when we simultaneously let go of one another, the only thing that could stop her Leaning Tower of Pisa impression was the mortared floor below. I turn my line of sight back toward the sound of the human body collapse and she is on the floor in a heap, surrounded by horrified seniors and family members. Luckily, my owl covered face could not be seen because I mouthed a long string of obscenities out of shear panic and anxiousness that I'm sure - if audible - would have stopped a number of the frail, yet still beating, hearts huddled around us.

She stayed on the floor for a moment or two, then was helped up by those around here. She was stunned, but smiling. I gave her a hug as she laughed and told me she was okay. Apparently, the thin layer of trampled carpet covering the floor had enough give left in it to keep her from breaking anything or concussing herself. As I breathe a sweaty sigh of relief, a nearby voice says in snarky tone, "I KNEW that was going to happen."  I couldn't see who it was and wanted to say something back, but acting as the non-verbal library representative it was a good that I just wondered away - only mustering a half-hearted number one "salute" hidden by my winged hand.

Still in costume, I find my co-worker and the look on his face was - I'm sure - the same as mine: wide-eyed and struggling to lift his jaw off of his shoes. I lean into him and whisper, "When can we get out of here?"

"We have about 30 minutes left," he replies as his voice cracks while looking around as if he was expecting some sort of geriatric counter attack. Shortly thereafter, he put away his table of things and I hid around the corner - out of sight - to peel the bird costume off of my perspiring body. The senior center folks thanked us for taking part in their event, but made no mention of the near elderly execution. The quiet drive home was savored, though thoughts of Final Destination-like retribution kept me from being completely relaxed.

Other than this December 7th trauma, the month was fun and holiday inspired.

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I finished my competition year with a couple of 5k's. The first was the Thanksgiving Wattle on turkey day morning with L, my brother, brother-in-law, niece and nephew. It was chilly and overcast, but I felt good. It was only disappointing upon learning I was just three seconds away from breaking the 18:00 barrier. Even L did reasonably well as she was also recovering from a stress fracture in her foot.

We've taken part in this race for three years now and I have gotten faster each time. Maybe 2020 will be the year I get to be a 17:00 minute turkey.

A week or so later, I had to work on the day of Traffic Panther Gary's Shalom 5k, so I signed up for the Run Santa Run 5k in Columbus the following day just to keep my running mind situated. This, too, was a chilly day but we had plenty of sun to warm us up as the race day moved along.

I ran this race just months after I started running again back in 2016 and simply ran it to break the training by myself monotony. Then I struggled to keep an even pace and finished 7th with lackluster 19:40, but at the time I was ecstatic since running was new again. On this day I really had no plan. About halfway through I had tired legs and settled on keeping a decent pace to finish out. Now I did finish with an okay for me 18:20, but I was hoping to put more of a finished on it which never happened.

With the racing year now over, L and I are looking back to what went right in 2019 and how to improve on it in 2020. As for what we needs changing, I'm not sure. I did run several half marathons, maybe a few less of them and more intermediate races.

Maybe we should schedule more destination, weekend getaway races. The Goodyear Half back in August (two weeks before our wedding) was one of those, returning to a city I worked in several years ago when I was still in broadcasting. We also went to South Haven, Michigan for L's birthday, stood on a frozen solid Lake Michigan and ran a 5k back in February. As long as we can avoid injuries, we should be able find a couple of things to entertain ourselves.

My goal for this year was to garner some PR's and run more miles than 2018. So, I lowered half marathon best twice and it now sits at 1:23:54 thanks to the Capital City Half in April . Though I did best my 2018 PR four separate times this year (Athens Half, Capital City, Goodyear Half & Nationwide Children's Half).  My 10k PR is now at 36:59 and have to thank CRC Westerville Teammate John for it as he pulled me through the first five miles of the Columbus 10k in June. Oh, and don't forget lowering my mile time to 4:53 at the CRC Mile Dash in July. Even though we had the same exact time - Gary, I still beat you ;) .

As for the number of miles, in 2018 I squeezed out 1,301.32. That mark was eclipsed on December 15th and ultimately I ended 2019 with 1,357.6 (3.7 per day, 26.1 per week).

A new running year and a new running decade is ahead, I'm married and I turned 44 on December 20th. L and I have quite a bit to look forward to and can't wait see what's in store following the New Year's Eve Columbus Blue Jackets - Florida Panthers hockey game with friends Ryan & Sarah. Our eyes are open wide and with 20/20 vision - through corrective lenses, of course - we're ready to tackle another 365 with gusto...



I don't know where I
Am going to rest my head tonight
So I won't promise that I'll speak
To you today
But if I ever find
Another place, a better time
For that moment
I was never what I am

Take me to where you are
What you've become
And what you will do
When I am gone
I won't forget
I won't forget

Maybe someday
You'll be somewhere
Talking to me
As if you knew me
Saying, I'll be home for next year, darling
I'll be home for next year

In between the lines
Is the only place you'll find
What you're missing
That you didn't know was there
So when I say goodbye
You must do your best to try
And forgive me this weakness
This weakness

'Cause I don't know what to say
Another day
Another excuse to be sent your way
Another day
Another year

Maybe someday
You'll be somewhere
Talking to me
As if you knew me
Saying, I'll be home for next year, darling
I'll be home for next year
And maybe sometime
In a long time
You'll remember
What I had said there
I said, I'll be home for next year, darling
I'll be home for next year

If you think of me
I will think of you

Maybe someday
You'll be somewhere
Talking to me
As if you knew me
Saying, I'll be home for next year, darling
I'll be home for next year

Maybe sometime
In a long time
You'll remember
What I had said there
I said, I'll be home for next year

Maybe someday
You'll be somewhere
Talking to me
As if you knew me
Saying, I'll be home for next year, darling
I'll be home for next year


Photos 2019


Holy crap, we're MARRIED!

At the Fantastic Frigid 5k Series

Post run grocery shopping, the definition
of "suave".

At the Choo Choo 9 Miler & 5K 

Dancing with the fishes at East Harbor State Park

Goofing off on the Ohio Wesleyan University Campus.
At our favorite hangout, Staas Brewing.

Warren Dunes State Park in Sawyer, Michigan
Storm cell moving in - South Haven, Michigan

From the honeymoon in South Haven, Michigan.

One of our many August wedding photos 
My impression of myself after eating the
enormous amount of holiday treats from
work, family and in our house
L & I and some members of the RunWalkDelaware 
group, Teresa and CRC Westerville Teammate Ken, 
at the group Christmas Party.
At the RunWalkDelaware Christmas Party at the
garage-turned party shack next door to us.