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  1. Running into the Sun

    Friday, January 23, 2009

    Sometimes (well, frequently), I surprise myself. I found out in the last few months that I AM a runner. Heading into my fourth year of active "training," I find that I want to run, even if I am not shooting for a specific event. Before, I never would have admitted that I liked logging long miles, other than enjoying the shock value of stating I ran double digit miles. Maybe I actually enjoy running now because I know I can do it, and I know how my body will respond. Perhaps that is why this past weekend, I had the most fun I have ever had running a race at the Phoenix Half-Marathon.

    Two good friends and I flew out to Phoenix this past Saturday. Ryan ran the full marathon (26.2 miles), while Bambi and I set our sights more reasonably on finishing the half-marathon (13.1). We stayed at a friend's house and carbo-loaded by making chicken alfredo with Texas Toast (and some chocolate chip cookies for dessert). For the second morning in a row, we were all up before the sun (the previous day, we had an early flight) and out of the house before 5 AM. In the darkness, we drove to the finish area at the ASU Sun Dome where shuttles would then take us to the start area. It was a COLD morning (in the low 40s), and the shuttle had us to the start area by 6 AM. Ryan's race started at 7:30 AM, while Bambi and I started our race at 8:30 AM. To stay warm, we wandered the start area where we found a lovely cactus in the middle of a grassy park...


    No coffee, cold temperatures, and an early start make anything seem amusing, but a heater worked even better than our funny bones to keep us warm.


    We remained beneath the glow of the heater and swaying to the beat of the cover band until it was time for Ryan to head to his start corral. Bambi and I dropped him off at his corral, wished him luck, then headed to the start line to capture the action. While we waited, we saw the elite racers, without an ounce of body fat or an expression of humor on their faces, warm up. And then, the gun was shot and the marathon started:


    After we thought Ryan had passed on down the course, Bambi and I headed over to the half-marathon start, where I met my good old friend Erik in corral #14. I've known Erik since my undergraduate days, and I hadn't seen him since he moved from DC to Chicago. I'm guesstimating it had been 5 years since I last saw him!! The half-marathon started as a wave start, meaning the race staff walked each corral group up to the start line to space out the runners by about 1-2 minutes between corrals. This gives runners considerably more space along the course than with a standing start, especially when, like this race, there are over 20,000 runners!! If you look closely at the horizon line in the photo below, you can see the balloon arch that marks the start line for the half-marathon. With the wave start, Erik and I crossed the start line about 20-30 minutes after the race clock started!


    The race was awesome! Erik and I ran the whole way together, and the course was lined with spectators, cheer squads, and bands. I loved looking around the course because I had never been to Phoenix before, and it was all new to me. It was a beautiful day for running and I felt great the whole way. Well, the whole way until about mile 10-11. For some reason, this is where I start to hurt and really NEED to see the next mile marker to know that I am getting closer to the finish! The finish FINALLY came into view, which is such an awesome boost. I get chills every time and it just pushes me that much more. I find energy that I just didn't know I had left. Erik and I crossed the finish line in 2 hours, 20 minutes, and 57 seconds. That's a personal best for me in the half-marathon distance and I was really happy with how it all went.


    After stretching, and grabbing some snacks (best popsicles EVER!), Erik met up with his Chicago contingent, and Bambi and I went to wait for Ryan in the meet-up area on the University's track infield, as he completed the last of his 26.2 miles. It felt good to soak up some rays on REAL grass, while drinking a beer, and enjoying the festive atmosphere. It was a nice change up from local races for me, as I usually go, run, then go home, without staying for the after race events.

    Ryan completed his marathon with the look of an exhausted man. You never know how your first full is going to treat you, and Ryan's was brutal as his legs refused to consistently cooperate during the last half of the run. He muscled through, though, and he can now say he is a marathon finisher. That is something that only 2% of the population can say!!

    In the end, we all finished happy with our times and happy with the race. Phoenix is one helluva a well-organized race, and I would happily participate again. It was a great weekend, and I would to get back out to Arizona, so I could see more of it. I still haven't seen the Grand Canyon!! Guess that is all the more motivation to keep running, and go back for another personal best next year...




  2. Christmas is one of my most favorite of seasons. The carols, the colors, the decorations, and the food all energize me as I decide how to show all my favorite people that I love them, miss them, and think of them more than they can know - whether through gifts, cards, or visits. Each year since my parents moved from the DC-metro area, Christmas is a travel adventure for the whole family. One year in New York, another in Philadelphia, and now, it seems, the tradition is settling in San Diego (at least for me) as families grow and airfares climb in price.

    I never thought I would see the day that I spent Christmas without cold, gray skies, and snow. And if I had thought that, I don't think I would envision myself saying that I don't miss the snow! Because I don't. Christmas spent on or near the beach, which is covered with a white grainy substance that I consider just as festive as snow, is infinitely better than Christmas spent huddled indoors with little or no sunshine.

    This year, I took six days to travel out to the parental homestead in Oceanside, which is about 45 minutes north of San Diego. As soon as I landed, Ma and Pa whisked me off to the San Diego zoo where we saw prairie dogs (one of my favs), polar bears, pandas (!!), pumas, flamingos, koalas (another fav), and warthogs. As it was Christmas Eve, and kind of cool and rainy, there were very few people at the zoo, allowing us to see the in-demand pandas, chewing on bamboo from their perches in the trees. I think I wouldn't mind coming back as a panda living in captivity. Other than being on display for much of the day, it's a rather pampered lifestyle. After getting our fill of "wild" animals, we trucked North to the homestead for dinner and puzzles and settling in for the night.

    On Christmas morning, there were the usual gift wrapped surprises, which are my mother's favorite part of the whole year. She just loves seeing our faces as we take in her thoughtful choices for each of us. The entire rest of the day was spent lounging, reading, watching movies, holding down the couch, doing puzzles, eating baked goods, and feasting on roasted turkey with twice-baked potatoes. Gotta love the home cookin' from Mom!!

    The day after Christmas, we skipped the malls, and drove up to Crystal Cove, which is just south of Huntington Beach. I love going to the beach in California because it is so different from the beaches in Florida, and even the beaches of the Atlantic Coast. The waves are more powerful, the water so cold, and the nearshore creatures are different. In CA, there is kelp instead of seagrass. There are rocky outcrops instead of a wide, shallow, sandy shelf. In CA, you walk with shoes and socks because the sand is cold; you wear a windbreaker because the air is brisk, and you pack a camera so you can capture it all...





    How can you not love that scenery!! While I often find it hard to have my family scattered across the lower 48, and wish that we had more occasion to get us all together in the same city, I also love that every family visit includes new sites, sounds, and places. From visiting the great tourist traps of the Big Apple and the City of Brotherly Love, to feeling the warm Southern California sun, I find our family's quality time together is only heightened by these shared experiences. And even though this Christmas had my immediate family separated by thousands of miles, I still felt everyone's presence as we recounted our Christmas mornings over the phone and opened delivered packages. A big thank you goes out to Ma and Pa for hosting another wonderful holiday, which left me rested and ready to ring in another year!!

  3. Delays, Rental Cars, and Winding Roads

    Saturday, January 10, 2009

    Work sent me to NCTC again in December during the week preceding Christmas. In preparation for the trip, and the resulting time crunch upon my holiday to-do list, I spent much the lead-up week writing Christmas cards, baking cookies, and reveling. I think perhaps, in hindsight, I may have done too much reveling. On the morning of my flight to Virginia, US Airways called to notify me of a flight schedule change. I looked at my itinerary, and thought, "Well, that's only a 5 minute delay. I will head to the airport as scheduled." It wasn't until I was nearly to the airport that I realized that it was noon, and the new departure time that US Air notified me of was the LANDING time for my flight, as it was originally scheduled. In my hazy, sleep-deprived, over-partied state, I had not connected to the dots before packing up the Corolla. After a call to the airline, and to my ground transportation provider in Virginia (I was supposed to meet a shuttle that took passengers from Dulles Airport to NCTC), I realized I would miss the shuttle and have to rent a car.

    As I sat in the Tampa airport for 3 HOURS, I got directions from Dulles to NCTC. And 7 HOURS from the time I arrived at the Tampa airport, I was in Dulles airport, looking for a rental car. I hopped in my rented Chevy Aveo and headed out into the dark night. Curving country roads were not taking me home, but through the cold, dark hills of the Virginia/West Virginia border. An hour and a half later, I was checking in, and miraculously, the NCTC staff asked which hot dinner entree I would like to take with me back to my lodging!! The salmon was still warm and delicious when I rolled my luggage into my room.

    The next day started a week of intense conversations between team members about how to keep my two favorite corals from going extinct. The next day's dinner also resulted in my first ever experience with food poisoning. I was amazed that I made it through Peru without a single incident, then I get to NCTC (which is know as "Club Fed" in this biz), and I have a 12 hour attack that decimated my energy and appetite for the remainder of the week. I went to bed early every night, and really only ate lunch. It took until about a week later that I felt back to normal.

    Work for the week was intense, and productive. Our team worked well and accomplished a lot, and that made everyone feel good as we headed into the holidays. The day of departure brought a lovely cold rain to the area. I had a late flight, so I decided to see if I could catch a visit with my friend Suz and her adorable baby girl, whom I hadn't seen in a good many months. Fortunately, the timing worked out, and I got a brief visit in before she had to go out for the day. It was nice to see a friendly face, and laughing toddler, before slogging back to Dulles to return the rental car and try to snag the earlier flight. The weather was wreaking havoc on flights, as the Northeast got pounded with an ugly wintry mix, and so many flights blinked up "Cancelled" on the departures and arrivals boards.

    I made it home in the twee early hours of the morning, and regretted that my Club Fed visit included a bought with food poisoning and only the briefest of experience with snow. The rest of the time, the weather was that disgusting combination of temperatures in the 40s and rain. One can never seem to get warm under those conditions. Yick.
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    Trip Stats:
    Number of offending chicken breasts: 1
    Number of deer spotted on morning walk: 7
    Number of wheel gripping twists and turns on country roads: 1,000 +/- 500