Tim
Good luck to Jamie at Oil Creek 100k, Tim at Green Monster 50k and Sandy and Bryan at Grindstone 100. Hope you both have great races
Good luck to any other racers this weekend.
Packing day for my, so no run. We fly out early tomorrow for Vegas. Might be seeing "Love" tomorrow in Vegas. I'm not taking my computer, so might check in via the phone is we have signal or wifi.
QOTD: Yesterday was "National Poetry Day". Besides John M, did you ever read any poetry (music lyrics count)?
Robert Frost would have been a Trail Runner.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
QOTD2: Weekend plans?
“Paralysis-to-50k” training plan is underway!
Are we there, yet?
Good luck Jamie, Tim, and Sandy!
QOTD: I read poetry once in a while. I have A Treasury of Poems collected by Sarah Anne Stuart on my bed stand so it's handy any time I get the urge. One of my favorites that's running related:If by Rudyard KiplingerIF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Ron Clarke, the great Australian runner of the 60s, titled his autobiography The Unforgiving Minute.
2024 Races:
03/09 - Livingston Oval Ultra 6-Hour, 22.88 miles
05/11 - D3 50K 05/25 - What the Duck 12-Hour
06/17 - 6 Days in the Dome 12-Hour.
George, I just knew you would respond. Nice poem.
running under the BigSky
Morning all! Best of luck to the racers this weekend! Had a nice 5-ish mile run yesterday evening- it was raining pretty hard just prior to my run, as pulled into the trailhead, the rain let up and eventually quit, the clouds parted and the sun came out- nice
qotd1: I'm guessing "there was once a man from Nantucket" probably doesn't count? actually I do enjoy poetry, probably need to spend more time looking for it
qotd2: some house cleaning, relatives coming the following week- hoping to get a 12-ish mile run in on Saturday, something shorter Sunday
2023 goal 2023 miles √
2022 goal- 2022 miles √
2021 goal- 2021 miles √
Refurbished Hip
Good luck on your races this weekend guys!
I got a whole lot of nothing today.
QOTD1: Hi, my name is Mandy and I have a worthless English degree. I have read tons of poetry and own plenty of poetry books. Who wants to hire me?!
QOTD2: We're planning on at least one fully loaded, longer hike this weekend. Haven't carried a 25 pound pack in a while and we need to start getting in better backpacking shape for Thanksgiving.
Running is dumb.
Got in a short, but fast, jog around the neighborhood last night. Heading out shortly for 4 or 5 miles before the rain starts.
Good luck to all the racers this weekend!
gator-- I'll second Harrier's suggestion for a lyme test on your dog. For a sporting breed (GSP, right?), 8 is still quite young and the onset seems too quick.
qotd1: Nope, poetry has always been lost on me.
qotd2: swim meet, both days. Thankfully, the kiddos have the late afternoon session (vs a 5 am wake up) and there are trails nearby, so I'll at least get a dirt run in on Sunday. Saturday the trails are being used by a large mtn bike race, so I'll run before the meet at home.
We have a niece who is a Massage Therapist. When people ask her how she got into massage she always tells them she had no choice she has an BA in English
Good luck to all the pacers and pacers. I'm going to head up on the mountain for 8-10 miles then it's off to work for the night shift.
Thinking of reading poetry and John, I realized that I really haven't even delved too deeply into his book . Sits here on the shelf next to me, and only been open once or twice.
QOTD: Rarely read poetry. Always liked this song and for years never really thought about the lyrics too deeply. Recently I was listening to some of Dr Hook's stuff on You Tube and this kept coming up on the recommended list. Started looking at the lyrics and thinking about it a little more deeply. A lot of people find it morbid. I tend to look at it as a person who lived a life full of experiences with close friends and an appreciation for the beautiful things around them saying goodbye. Both lamenting that they have to go and celebrating a life lived fully.
Season's in the Sun.
(Terry Jacks)
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend We've known each other since we were nine or ten Together we've climbed hills and trees Learned of love and ABC's Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees Goodbye, my friend, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that spring is in the air Pretty girls are everywhere Think of me and I'll be there We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me I was the black sheep of the family You tried to teach me right from wrong Too much wine and too much song Wonder how I got along Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air Little children everywhere When you see them I'll be there We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone Goodbye, Michelle, my little one You gave me love and helped me find the sun And every time that I was down You would always come around And get my feet back on the ground Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air With the flowers everywhere I wish that we could both be there We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
QOTD2: Work, Work and more work. Hopefully I'll be able to get in a couple of 5-6 mile runs.
Le professeur de trail
Got in 4ish miles last night. I am going to commit running sin #29 and wear a new pair of shoes for my race tomorrow. I "broke them in" last night. I have been really disappointed with Hoka lately. I am on my third pair of Hoka's in the last 6 weeks. First the new speed instinct. Ok shoe but not for me. Then the Stinson 3 ATRs. I loved the first version and got 1000+ miles on them. The 3's suck big time! Back they went. Now I am on the Challenger 2's. I have version 1 and love them. They felt great last night. But the good thing about OC is the loop and access to drop bags so multiple shoes I will bring. Loos like rain tomorrow so we'll see how it goes. I am gunning for sub 15 hours. If I cannot make that, I need to at least not get beat by the first 100 miler . I am still not packed. I hate packing. I might just throw everything randomly in the back of the car and hope for the best. Leaving in a few hours (I just have to get through this work thing today...)
GL Sandy. And Tim. Have a blast on the trails. And safe travels AT.
QOTD: No poetry for me.
QOTD2: I dunno...maybe lounge around.
Have a great weekend!
My favorite day of the week is RUNday
DW and I were talking last night about how music has become the poetry. Jim Morrison, Paul Simon etc. would be yesteryears poets.
Good luck Tim and Jamie and any other racers (ksr) and pacers. Safe travels AT. Thanks for the kind words.
Im currently sitting in my rental car by the s/f area about to get my number and drop off the drop bags. The start is at 6pm today. Looks like we'll have on and off rain for 24 hours with temps in the upper 50's then it will clear and the temps will drop to about 40. I've got warm dry stuff in the drop bags for that.
My DD is probably done with Day 7's 75 miles right about now, then she'll be doing her final Day 8's 75 miles while I'm running late tonight/early tomorrow. Inspiration.
qotd1: poetry no, song lyrics yes.
qotd2: oh not much... 😀
tbd.
The start is at 6pm today. Looks like we'll have on and off rain for 24 hours with temps in the upper 50's then it will clear and the temps will drop to about 40. I've got warm dry stuff in the drop bags for that.
Saw the Radar. Looks like a lot of periods without rain. Stay warm and dry.
Sue
I may take the day off but will decide at lunch...got my stuff at any rate.
QOTD: Not much into poetry ok not at all. Sure I read song lyrics. I think I read more poetry today than my whole life.
QOTD2: My husband is all gone ho to get the house ready to sell in the spring so he wants to wash the Quads and sell them as it is sand dune season right now. I want to go on one last ride I love my quads. No real plans..as I have no need to have fun since I will be on vacation next week. So just packing for trailfest.
Good luck you running guys..Jaime, Bryan, Tim, Sandy...
AT have fun in Vegas or more so in Sedona and see you Wednesday.
Mandy: Move to another country and teach English.
DD: Yea I need to finish his book too. Love that song. So much easier to read a song with a melody than poetry.
Jamie: I am abosultely thrilled that your 100K is this week and not in two weeks when our teams face off.
05/13/23 Traverse City Trail Festival 25K
08/19/23 Marquette 50 dns 🙄
some call me Tim
Nice title! Good luck everyone - seems I know an awful lot of people testing their mettle this weekend. And safe travels, AT, have a great time.
qotd: I am a huge fan of song lyrics, though I don't think of good lyrics being the same as poetry. A part of their resonance is contained in the music, and as a 'musical' person I've always found them easier to access. I've always been more fickle about poetry. Robert Frost is a great example of an exception to this. I love a lot of his work. Maybe it's that there's a rhythmic pulse in his writing, or maybe it's that connection to the natural world, because I also find it in the poetry of Mary Oliver. The following is, in my opinion, one of the finest poems ever written, and somewhat appropriate to the season as well:
In Blackwater Woods
Look, the treesare turningtheir own bodiesinto pillars of light,are giving off the richfragrance of cinnamonand fulfillment, the long tapersof cattailsare bursting and floating away overthe blue shoulders of the ponds,and every pond,no matter what itsname is, is nameless now.Every yeareverythingI have ever learned in my lifetimeleads back to this: the firesand the black river of losswhose other side is salvation,whose meaningnone of us will ever know.To live in this world you must be ableto do three things:to love what is mortal;to hold it against your bones knowingyour own life depends on it;and, when the time comes to let itgo,to let it go.
ME WEBLARG
Thanks...I had to go back a read it. It is nice AT.