I’ve done a little… okay, a lot of complaining lately about the weather. It’s cold, it’s dark, I can’t feel my fingers, my nostrils are frozen, blah, blah, blah. But now that we’re officially into Spring, it’s still cold, and will probably remain so forever.
I’ve been rather proud of myself lately, considering the harsh conditions I’ve run in. I shivered, I shook, I wore spikes on my feet and a face cover on my… face. And for all that, I still have a bit of weather wimp in my personality. Case in point: this morning.
I had a pretty good plan, but it got messed up by a Historic Winter Storm. It wasn’t just snow… this thing had a name. They called it Nemo, and I found it on the home page of weather.com without entering my zip code. If I was going to run in that, I figured I should do it early.
Not only do I have the typically ugly feet of a runner, but mine are also exceptionally wide. It’s been tough to find shoes that fit properly without leaving bunches of room in the toe, but I thought I had managed it. Until now.
I wanted to get out there for New Year’s Day, but there was an awful lot of snow on the ground from recent storms. Rather than just blow it off, I decided to break out some nifty toys that I picked up in Freeport. They’re shoe spikes like the ones I had before, but far more serious. In fact, I’m sure I’ll see them in an action movie at some point.
I try to make a point of running on special occasions. I could call it a tradition, but it’s really just another way to get myself out of bed on a cold morning. Today, however, is special. Today is Christmas. And so far, it’s been on of my favorites. The first thing I did was […]
Obviously, I can’t let the World end without getting one last run in. And since the Mayans were a bit vague on the type of apocalypse we can look forward to, I sort of had to pick one. Once again, I fired up Zombies, Run and hoped for the best. So far, I’m a little […]
Lately I’ve been trying to learn the ways of new town and get back into a decent pattern, but I didn’t really have any routes established. So when I heard about Back Cove from some other runners I met around town, I decided to look it up and see if I could get 10K out of it. A quick look at Google told me that I can, as long as I add some downtown running to the mix.
Winter running is a bit different in New England. The cold climate brings more than just discomfort and a chill. It brings a new set of rules and hazards, including how to dress. Today I screwed that last one up.
It may come as a surprise to you, but we moved again. Yes, yes, I know. We had just gotten to Burlington this past January, so why a sudden move to Portland, Maine? More to the point, why do we move so much in the first place? Well, there are several reasons. But the main […]
I have this friend named Theresa. When she’s not texting all of her friends and family about how awesome I am, she writes her own stuff and runs around town. She’s actually much faster than I am, but she typically gets caught by zombies. Today I’d like to share my secret for not getting bitten by the undead.
We’re back from the Irish 2000 Festival in Ballston Spa, New York. The good points were the hotel, the music a certain pub. Sadly, our enjoyment was diminished by smokers and idiots who acted like high school kids.
Well, here we go again. It’s another Irish festival, this time in Ballston Spa, New York. It’s the 16th Annual Irish 2000 Festival, which doesn’t make much sense since it’s 2012… but we don’t care because there are bunches of bands.
Lately I’ve been a little better about my pattern, so I’ve noticed the changes in the early morning light. Or rather, the lack of it. Each morning, 5am gets a little darker and a little colder. The temperatures have been mostly merciful, but the light has faded steadily.
Sorry, I just couldn’t resist tossing this in. The fine folks at NASA have brought a fantastic dreamy quality to the Red Planet, and I’m sort of swept up in it. When “dreamy” and “Mars” come together, I think of our old buddy Tars Tarkas. (He’s the famous thark who discovered the John Carter.) If […]