June 2007 - Posts

Lord? Am I in heaven?

There was a thick layer of fog hovering over the land and a chill in the air – a far cry from where I had been and what I had left. Yes, Eugene, OR is different from anywhere that I have been – that’s what makes this place so special. And special, it is.

Since 1969, when he was a high school senior in Coos Bay, people have been coming to Eugene to get a piece of a legend – Steve Prefontaine. For seven short years, it was to watch and witness greatness perform. Since his passing? Well, each individual has their reason but for most, it is likely that they just want to walk and run in Pre’s footsteps.

Just the thought of running on the same streets or on the same trails as Steve Prefontaine can inspire anyone. The thought can make one stride a little longer, a little faster, a little farther.

Coming here, I tried to imagine the kind of experience that I would have. An image without seeing isn’t an image at all. You truly need to be here to fully gain the spirit of Prefontaine as well as the spirit of Eugene.

The spirit of Eugene comes down to people like Bob Coll and Joe Henderson who are willing to share their town and its running history and do so with enthusiam and passion. It comes down to Vivian and Barbara at the Visitor Center whose mission was to find accomodations and a good pizza place for myself, and did so with big heartfelt smiles. It comes down to the gentleman 20 feet to the right of me who just asked if I wanted to play him in a game of chess (unfortunately, I had to turn him down – for now). It comes down to everyone that I have seen who, when they see a runner waiting to cross a street, will literally stop, smile, and wave for the runner to cross (it even happened to me).

I realize that no place is perfect and I am sure there are some negatives that come with Eugene, but I have yet to see them. It is a runner’s paradise. And just think, all this assessment and I have another day to go! Will my opinion change? We’ll see.

For my workout this morning, I decided to get on the track and do a little speed work. Historic Hayward Field is being renovated for next year’s Olympic Trials so I couldn’t get access (bummer). I was directed to South Eugene High School’s track (which has a bit of history itself). A set of quarters was on tap for today -- they haven’t been done in a while.

I wanted to keep the set fairly short since I have planned to do an afternoon run (in a few hours) and a longer run tomorrow morning. So, I accomplished 12 quarter-mile repeats with a 200 a meter jog rest in between. All were completed in the 70-75 second range and I felt good about it. The track was beautiful and the area had a great feel to it.

I wanted to get a 15 minute cool down in and noticed a trail that ran close by the track. It turns out that there were, actually, two – one paved and one wood chipped. The wood chips looked really inviting and that’s what I took. It was just a relatively small loop (maybe a mile) but felt good. And it had lighting! What a concept that a trail have lighting! Hint, hint, city of Cedar Rapids. I remember seeing a piece on Joaquim Cruz years ago which highlighted a circuit workout that he did – I think it may have been on this trail but not sure.

One thing of note, while driving through Eugene trying to locate certain spots, I noticed something – at least one runner on every street that I turned on. Literally everywhere that I turned, there was a runner. The fifteen minutes of trail time that I logged – I must have passed 25. Oh yes, this is a running town. This is Track Town - Eugene, OR.

More from Eugene next time. Gotta run!

Peace

Notes from the road:

1) It took me 4 hours to get from Carmel to just north of San Jose. California traffic is UNREAL! Traffic jam after traffic jam and it wasn’t even rush hour! Every hour must be rush hour in Cali. There were a number of motorcyclists who took it upon themselves to split traffic and move to the head of the line. The first couple I thought,”What the heck?” The next I edged out to try and block, it didn’t work. The next I stuck my head out the window and shook it with displeasure and received no reaction. I saw two more coming in my side mirrors – they were wearing biker gang jackets so decided not to do anything.

2) While trying to keep my cool and sanity during “the jams”, I looked for vanity plates. Only saw two – MOONDOG and CU2NITE.

Road song of the day: “The Runner” by Manfred Mann

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Everyday is a winding road

Highway 1 is well-known for its scenic views of the Pacific’s unique shoreline. It is also well-known for being very winding. It is just that.

I started up “The 1” early Friday morning with nobody on the road but me – and it’s a good thing since I am not a great driver on winding roads. They freak me out!

The scenic views did not disappoint. The shoreline leading up to the Big Sur/Carmel/Monterey area is not all sandy beach, it is mainly rugged rock outcroppings. Where a sandy beach has its own beauty, this shoreline is totally different and is breathtaking.

After a half hour of slow and careful puttsing, local traffic started to catch up with me. I have always thought California drivers to be crazy but this confirmed it – they’re maniacs! My driving became a little more nervous. I was constantly pulling off the side of the road to let others pass. It may have saved a life – mine.

I persevered and made it through without a scratch – barely.

Big Sur was my destination and I was ready for something special. The problem was, I didn’t see anything special! The special was hidden from view. Driving through, all I saw were a couple of Inns and restaurants, a gift shop, a post office, and a gas station or two that was charging $4.69/gal. I did pass the Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park but I wasn’t looking to do a forest trail run, I wanted some shoreline views. So, I moved on to the next town – Carmel-by-the-Sea. Could I have made a mistake?

I knew that Carmel had a beach. On Saturday mornings, the local running club (the Wednesday Night Laundry Runners) has a long run that starts at Carmel Beach. The beach was the first thing that I came across. I found my spot.

I started out and had a strange feeling of going nowhere slowly. The beach here is different than what I knew a beach to be. It was more pebbly, so with each step, the beach would kind of role underneath my feet. Regular sand, when it is wet, will support a footplant and toe-off. With this stuff, you just slide.

But I wasn’t going to give up so soon. The beach came to a halt (with a large outcropping of rock)after about a halfmile. Leading off the beach were some steps that lead to a cinder trail. This trail went past some rather nice beach houses but only went for another halfmile. I was getting a little discouraged.

When asked, a local told me that the trail doesn’t start up again anywhere else. So, I just decided to hit the streets. So, I confused my own feet.

Scenic Road is what I took and was pleasantly surprised! It followed the shoreline and linked up with a dirt path that also ran along the shoreline. All along the way, million dollar homes to the right of me and down the road a little ways, million dollar homes to the left. It seems that the choice of car in Carmel is Mercedes – followed close behind by BMW and Jaguar. I counted eight straight driveways that had a Mercedes. Many had a mix of all three. I ended up doing an out and back run in the cool 65 degree temperature – out 30 minutes and back in 20. Along the way I had awesome views of the ocean, saw many unique homes, and passed MANY runners and walkers and yoga, umm, people?

People who run are runners. Those who walk are walkers. So, what are those who do yoga called?

Anyway, Carmel is an extremely clean town and seems to be very fitness-minded, young and old. That could be because of the great running club in the area. If you want to know more about what they are about and the good things they do for young runners, check out their website at www.wnlr.org

Overall, it was a good run! It was relaxing and I didn’t have to worry too much with cars, with the route I took, anyway. I may have missed out on hidden gems within Big Sur but I now know what Carmel is like. For that reason alone, I am okay with my decision.

That does it for Carmel and California! I am headed north to Track Town, U.S.A. – Eugene, OR. It is going to be a two day stop and should be incredible!

Peace

Notes from the road:

1) The heat while driving through western Arizona into California was oppressive! I hung my arm out the window and it felt like I was being blown with a huge hairdryer set on extremely high! Well, I haven’t used a hairdryer in a while but you get my meaning.

2) Around the Arizona/California border, I came to what looked like a toll station. It was, instead, a check point. What were they checking for? Here’s how the conversation went. “Sir, are you transporting any fruits?” “Ummm, no.” “Are you transporting any plants?” “Ummm, no.” “Are you transporting any pets or animals?” “Nope.” “Have a nice day.” I left bewildered.

Road song of the day: “Hello, I’m In Delaware” by City and Colour

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A canyon, a trail and the best experience of my life

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Hiking into a place such as the Grand Canyon, can be – no, is a big challenge for someone with a fear of heights.

When you add running into the mix, it is a VERY big challenge. I knew this coming in and the challenge is the reason I had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

The canyon is no stranger to deaths. Hikers have found themselves lost with too little food and water. People have wandered out onto unsecure rock in order to get “the photograph” and soon found themselves falling a very far distance. There have even been a few “Thelma and Louise” type suicides!

Mule trains are frequent on a few of the trails (like the one I was about to take) and need to be approached with all caution. You are instructed to get off the trail, stand still and quiet, and wait for them to pass. Apparently, there have been a few instances where hikers have not done this, the mules freaked out, and caused injury to the hikers and deaths to the mules.

The trail that I chose is the South Kaibab Trail on the South Rim. I picked it for a couple of reasons, one being that it is heavily used and I wanted to make sure I would be seeing others in case I found myself in trouble.

Despite my fears, I wanted to challenge myself. My ultimate destination was Phantom Ranch at the base of the canyon and on the Colorado River. It would be a roundtrip of 9 miles and an elevation drop of 4,500 feet – much greater than the 600 I did yesterday in Sedona. And so I began my descent into the unknown.

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It is vital that you prepare yourself for an undertaking such as this. I downed a couple of Clif Bars, a bottle of water, a bottle of Gatorade, and some Power Gel. What I carried on me for the run was a bottle of water and another Gel pack. After thoughts, I could have used another bottle of water and a Clif Bar.

The trail is rugged. Concentration and careful foot placement is extremely important. If you biff going down into this canyon, you are in trouble. Even a twisted ankle could mean issues that you don’t want to face. I definitely recommend trail shoes – and a hat. Getting started early is important, as well. Temperatures can differ from the top of the rim to the base by 20 degrees, which means a base temp of around 110 during the summer and by mid-morning.

The temps were cool when I started – about 65. The first mile and a half cruised along great and I came across a park ranger who asked how far I was going and I responded, “Another 40 minutes or so.” She smiled and asked where I was from and that was that. I should have gotten her name! Oh well.

About a mile later, I came across two mule trains. I did what I was told. I moved off the trail, waited, and got going again at a careful pace. Then I came across another mule train. And then another! I was starting to get a little irritated but was polite. I wondered how many I would come across, luckily they were all – but I would see them again, unfortunately.

A little farther, I came across a wooden cross in the ground that looked like a burial spot. It was just a trail marker. But then I came across a viewpoint called Skeleton Point. I thought, “Couldn’t they name it something a little more cheery, like Have A Great Day Point?” I kept going.

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I finally came to an overlook that had an awesome view of the Colorado River, Phantom Ranch, and rafters that were ready to embark. I could hear the roar of the river and, it seemed, could just reach outand grab my destination. It was about another mile of winding trail. But I looked at my watch and an hour had already passed by. They say that it takes about twice as long to ascend then it does descend so I figured that I had better head back. So near yet so far!

Naturally, the trip back up was a challenge. The hikers that I had passed cheered me on. Many asked if I needed water. I took their offer and topped my bottle off. I was going at a good pace with only a few pauses to navigate rocks and big steps. Then I came across the mule trains. Now, they tell you what to do when you come across them but not what to do when you are going in the same direction and need to pass. So, I was stuck. I was forced to hike, slowly behind while they plodded along. Needless to say, I was, well, quite upset. At that moment I felt that I was better than mules. Of course, I wasn’t carrying heavy packs and a rider.

After 20 minutes, they stopped to rest. I didn’t want to stop! Come on! I asked the rider in the back if there is a chance to pass and he said, ”Sure, just as long as you don’t touch the mules.” Okay then.

I had a small 12 inch path along the canyon wall to pass. I was being careful and then one of the mules put his big rear right in my path. I was literally stuck between a rock and a mule's a__! Not a good spot to be.

I gave a raised hand, shrugged shoulder, quizzical look and asked softly, "What do I do?" The situation was extremely serious but at the same time I wanted to laugh hysterically!

The rider obliged and moved forward a bit, and I moved on, passing with my face 6 inches from a bad view - but I got by. I'm just thankful that they don't feed the mules here Beefareeno!

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I passed more hikers (many with Bavarian accents) and received more kudos. One tall, blonde lass said, "You are a great man!" There's a first for everything, I guess. It's not likely that I will come across that statement ever again!

I came to the ranger who asked if I needed water. I didn’t but logic would have told me to stop, take some more water, and talk – I’m not great with logic. And I moved on.

It was starting to get a little warm, even nearing the rim. I could feel my head burning. I was feeling great, however.

I came across the last two mule trains with about a quarter mile to go. So, unfortunately, I didn’t come up top a runnin’ but felt good about what I had just done. If I had that other water bottle and Clif Bar, I would have worked my way to the bottom. Next time – next time.

The best experience of my life, so far. Views unmatched. People outstanding. I’ll see you again, Grand Canyon! And so it ends.

Next stop, Big Sur along the Pacific coast.

Peace

Road song of the day: “Good Times Role” by The Cars

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Rattlesnakes and Native American flutes

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You would be hard pressed to find somewhere that’s more beautiful than Sedona.  It is a personal preference, of course, but I am certain that if you ever come to experience Sedona, you will be in awe.

Sedona is essentially a resort town with lots of high end everything, from shopping to restaurants to golf and tennis resorts.  If you’re lucky (or not so lucky, depending who it is) you may see a celebrity or two.  It’s where they go to feel “outdoorsey”. 

When you find yourself in Red Rock country, no matter who you are, you are compelled to do one thing, hike a trail or two – or in my case, run.

There are trails all over this area which range from easy to strenuous, short to long.  All of them have something in common – amazing views of a very unique place.  Even the neighborhoods and homes are distinctly Sedona! 

As I stated in my previous entry, Sedona has a big New Age following.  The reason is mainly rooted towards the vortexes that are said to be in the area.

A vortex is an energy or a power spot generated from the earth.  There are a small handful that are mapped out, and each can be reached with a short hike.  MANY flock here on pilgrimages to seek out these healing/energizing/wisdom-giving sites and they DO take them VERY seriously.  You will most likely see, at any time, someone meditating or chanting or playing a flute.  Showing respect to these individuals and not interrupting their spiritual experience, is a must. 

The map and info sheet that I received on vortexes was interesting when it discussed what is “reported” to occur from meditation.  What I found to be truly interesting was the little disclaimer at the end that said  not everyone feels the energy the same way.  Some cannot detect an energy at all.  You have to open up your mind and remember that not feeling anything doesn’t mean that there isn’t an energy present. 

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I have been here before and an easy as well as picturesque trail is the Courthouse Butte Loop that connects with the Bell Rock Pathway trail.  The Bell Rock is to be a vortex hot spot.  I found this fact out AFTER my run.  I could not report feeling an energy.  Therefore, the truth of the energy giving spot may be true or it may not.  After all, if you do not feel anything, that doen’t mean it doesn’t exist!

Nonetheless, for those who do receive the benefits of these vortexes, more power to them (pun intended).  

For my workout today, I chose a different trail, the Brins Mesa.  It is described as being of moderate difficulty with a 600 foot change in altitude, and is about a 6.5 mile roundtrip.

I got started a little later than I had planned (10 AM) and it was starting to get rather hot – but it was a dry heat!  I was prepared, though – I was packin’ a water bottle filled with Berry Gatorade.  Side note – if you squirt a water bottle that’s filled with Gatorade and you miss your mouth, the result is a sticky face.

I would agree that the trail was moderate in difficulty.  For the most part, it was manageable but there were moments when I had to clock in some “hiking” minutes during the run.  There were a couple of spots that needed to be navigated carefully as to not fall on my face.

These trails are rugged, meaning with lots of rocks to step on, trip on, and/or fall on.  Trail shoes are recommended, especially if it had rained a short time earlier – the red dirt here in Sedona is famous and can get really nasty/muddy like.

After about 2 miles, I got to the top of the hill and noticed a major change in vegetation from the usual Pinon Pine, Yucca, and Juniper.  The trees were bare and charred, the cactus looked melted.  Results from a fire that went through a year earlier.

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Heading back down a trail like this, you need good concentration.  The natural reaction is to run fast.  Beware, this could lead to major bodily harm!  If you do not concentrate on your foot placement and are not aware of what lays in front of you on the trail, you may easily come crashing down.  I’ve seen it happen and it’s not a good thing!

Sedona has a number of different wildlife that inhabit the area.  I didn’t see any but a couple of times while on my descent, I heard some light rattling.  It may have been a snake, but I certainly wasn’t about to investigate.

Something else happened while coming back down.  I paused to navigate some big, natural, rock steps and I swear I heard a flute.  More specifically, a traditional Native American flute.  I looked around but couldn’t see anyone in the direction that it came from.  It was weird!  It was really cool!

Final analysis of my run – relaxing, envigorating, harmoneous, sticky.  A great time!

It was a great warm-up for my next stop.  Just a few miles up the road is a big hole in the ground called The Grand Canyon.  Should be an adventure.

Peace

 Notes from the road:

 1)   Was happy to get out of New Mexico!  Gas prices are OUTRAGEOUS!!  Was forced to pay $3.49/gal. at a couple of small town stations, simply because the stations were few and far between.

 2)   Gotta give a big shout out to George at Red Rock Computers for diagnosing my laptop problem.  But George, you really shouldn’t wear your nametag upside down.  You don’t want people thinking that your name is EGROEG.

Road song of the day:  “All I Want” by Toad the Wet Sprocket
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One huge track

I came prepared. Prepared to see the odd. Prepared to witness the strange.

I was told of people walking around in alien suits and businesses up and down Main Street abusing the UFO and little green men angle to make money.

Driving north on Highway 285, I will admit that my mind started to drift into another world. There are long stretches of nothingness to where you see nobody. Just miles of road in front of and behind you, southwestern terrain to your left and your right, and wide open sky.

As the sun started to drop and I found myself all alone, I thought that it was just a matter of time before the beam of light engulfed my car and I am transported aboard a spacecraft for experimental purposes. Well, I wasn’t kidnapped and made it to Roswell unharmed.

The city itself is rather non-descript. There are no aliens walking around (although the street lamps are in the shape of alien heads) and to my surprise, not many businesses use the UFO line – only a handful. I am, actually, writing this at the Not of This World Internet Café and across the street there is a gift shop that displays inflatable visitors from another planet.

There is the big UFO Research Center and a couple other attractions that go along that line (a possible UFO Theme Park is in the works) but you are not engulfed in the mania.

Roswell, it seemed to me, was just another town. I was afraid that there wouldn’t be much here to work off of as far as a workout. But I was determined to get past my bad experience from the previous day and at 7:30 this morning set out to find a high school track. What I found was much better than I could have ever imagined.

A mile and a half jog down the street from my hotel, I came across a sports complex situated across from the New Mexico Military Institute. There are a series of softball fields, a baseball field, football stadium with Tartan track called the Wool Bowl, and the NMMI obstacle course. Doesn’t sound that special? Well, in the middle of all that was a mammoth crushed rock oval that is about 25 feet wide and a half mile long, I was told. I have no reason to disbelieve them, it was huge! All it needed was banked turns and a pit area and you could go racing!

It was the perfect place to do my 6.5 mile form-running workout. I was in heaven and was about to reach a runner’s high!

With the core of my workout completed, I looked for a good cool down route. What I came across was the 5 mile long Spring Creek Rec Trail. A paved trail that runs from one end of town, at the Spring Creek Park and Zoo, along Spring Creek (which is pretty much a water run-off trench), to the other side of town at Enchanted Lands Park. Along the way, you pass through a couple small parks, the Kenneth Smith Bird & Nature Center, and Spring River Golf Course.

Some of the trail is wide open and not shaded by pines, but in all, was a nice cool-down route. By the time I got back to my hotel, an hour and 55 minutes had expired. It was a good thing it ended when it did – the sun and heat was starting to get to me.

The people I met along the trail and on the track were awesome. In fact, everyone in Roswell has been great! Drivers yielded and got out of the way of my path. Walkers, runners, and bikers said hello, good morning, and smiled. Everyone, including a Roswell police officer, was very willing to give directions. Nobody yelled from their car or honked. This is how it should be everywhere! Wake up, Austin!

I hate to leave Roswell, today. Another day of running here would have been great! But my mission continues and I need to hit the road, again. The next destination is a place where New Age beliefs thrive and Native Americans hold sacred – Sedona, Ariz.

Peace

Notes from the road:

1) It took WAY too long to get out of Texas. The western side is beautiful, but gas stations and towns are too few and far between.

2) Was worried for myself for a short while in New Mexico. Then I realized that it wasn’t just me – apparently, there are a lot of natural gas resources in this state. Kinda stinky.

Road song of the day: “Just Another Day in Paradise” by Phil Vassar

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Say it isn't so, Austin!

They say that everything is big in Texas.

The storm that I drove through was. The amount of trafffic in Houston and Austin was. The bug that flew a kamikaze mission into my windshield definitely was. What I didn’t see were big smiles, unfortunately. Sorry Austin but you bummed me out!

Right away it seemed that my time in Austin was doomed. Upon exiting the interstate, I made a left turn to head towards downtown. I immediately got into the right lane but was made aware of another car.

Directly behind me honking, cussing, and fingering was what seemed to be a rather irrate woman who decided to direct whatever anger she had inside, towards me. I waved her by and watched with amazement - I swear there was fire coming out of her eyes and horns sticking out of her head! Well, not really but I imagined it that way.

I let her by, that was the most important thing. I was free of the beast. And two blocks down - she made a left turn. Which, yes, means that she didn't even need to be in the right lane. Welcome to Austin, Chris!

I was hoping to get in a track workout at the University of Texas complex. There appeared to be a camp going on, so no dice. My next option was Shoal Creek Park just down the street. It looked appealing with a trail running through the long, narrow park and along its creek.

I started out in a direction that looked a little more wooded. It was, but the trail went from paved to rocky, rugged terrain – something that I would expect to see in a mountain trail like at Harney Peak in the Black Hills. It seemed strange and out of place and really wasn’t what I had hoped to find.

After taking that for about 200 yards or so, I was ready to turn around. Getting back to where I started, I hit the paved segment again which turned into a crushed rock surface. This went for about a quarter mile before turning into pavement, again. My feet were getting confused! What seemed promising in the beginning turned to disappointment. It was, actually, the trail from heck!

I needed to get some sort of workout in so I headed up the street towards the capital building. It consisted of 2 good sized hills so that part of my run went well. I repeated those hills and was able to get a little bit of burn going.

The workout wasn’t what really bummed me out – it was the people! Not one smile. Not one hello. Not one howdy! I did receive a few one fingered salutes, though. Maybe that's how they say hello here in Texas. Maybe it was just because it is Monday. Or maybe it was the heat - it was rather humid.

And so ends a disappointing visit to Austin, Texas. A city that I had recently thought about moving to.

Next up, a town that I am very “alien” to – Roswell, New Mexico. Should be interesting.

Peace

Road song of the day: “Carefree Highway” by Gordon Lightfoot

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Peace Along Lake Pontchartrain

Driving towards New Orleans, I thought about what I may find. We’ve all seen the devastation that Hurricane Katrina brought on the city. We’ve all seen the photos and heard the stories. All of those pictures don’t really prepare you for actually seeing, in person, the effects.

Just passing neighborhoods along the interstate, I saw entire apartment communities, empty. These were not slums. Picture the Windsor on the River apartments deserted, with most all of the windows shattered, and that’s a good vision of what it looked like.

There are hundreds of homes that are now mere shells of what they used to be. Homes that would sell for $300,000 in Cedar Rapids, deserted and empty. One still had HELP written in white on its rooftop.

Roads are a mess to drive on. Lightposts, twisted and broken. Many businesses boarded up. Not just a gas station or liquor store but Wal-Mart and Walgreens, empty. I even saw an entire strip mall boarded up! Suddenly, finding a place for a good run seemed a tad meaningless.

I chose City Park as a possible running spot which is located along Lake Pontchartrain. I found it but as I drove, it didn’t look promising. Then I came across the West End neighborhood which, naturally, is located in the west end of City Park and on Lakeshore Drive. It was alive with people and I even saw a runner on the sidewalk. I found my spot!

After finding a safe and secure parking spot, I started out going east on Lakeshore and about a quarter down, the road was closed to traffic for Katrina repairs. That wasn’t going to stop me, though. It just meant open road with no obstructions.

As I headed down the road, I saw dozens of people fishing along the Pontchartrain lakewall, sailboats and jet-skis enjoying the calm waters, and an occasional biker.

I went out for 12 minutes and turned around. Coming back, I was at peace. The sun was setting over the lake, hundreds of mullet fish were jumping out of the water after bugs, and the lake waters were gently lapping against the wall. I came back in 10 minutes and decided to get in 30 so added a little course around the marina, where I passed a night club who had a band playing – they were covering “Brick House” by the Commodores and doing a good job!

So ends my brief but image-driven New Orleans experience. Next stop, the “live music capital of the world” Austin, TX. Will I find some running inspiration? I think so.

If you are interested, the Bush-Clinton Katrina Fund is still active and taking donations. Check it out at www.bushclintonkatrinafund.org. And if you are ever in New Orleans and are looking for some people to run with, the New Orleans Track Club has Sunday morning group training runs and more. Check them out at www.runnotc.org.

Peace

Road song of the day: “A Good Run” by Trent Tomlinson

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Summer Solstice 8K - A Hill of a Great Time!

In total Chris Wolfe fashion, I got lost trying to find where this race was being held. I spent 45 minutes driving around the backwoods near Walland, TN. My car was chased by 2 dogs with dispositions (breed unknown - I think one of them bit my bumper) and had serious doubts that I would make it when the gun sounded.

Luckily, I spotted a man in his driveway and asked if he knew where to find what I was looking for. His reply (in a thick, slow southern drawl), “You go down this here road until you come to a T-intersection. That road is called Old Walland Road. You wanna take a right on Old Walland Road. You go down a couple of ticks until you come to a bridge that will be on your left. Don’t go over that bridge. You wanna take another right. Not left but right. If you take a left, that’s wrong. You take a right and follow the river ohhh, I’d say about a mile or two, and that’s right where you need to be.” A set of directions that I could never forget.

As I drove up to the race area, I literally had 5 minutes before it was going to start. I scrambled to put on my racing flats and singlet, and ran to the registration table. My race number was being pinned on while little Alex Brede was singing the sweetest rendition of our National Anthem that I have ever heard. And so with no warm-up and no stretching (don’t try this at home kids), the race began.

Now, this race was touted as having an out and back, hilly, non-PR course (course record is 28:17) and they didn’t disappoint. I really don’t remember any flat segments! It started at a hilltop restaurant called the Mill House and takes you up into thick wooded country. Remember, this is also in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains so inclines should be expected.

Well, my brief lead during the second mile was just that, brief. Coming back and just after the 3 mile mark, you hit an exceptionally steep incline that lasts an eternity. Going down it, I remember saying to those around me, “It’s really gonna hurt coming back up this thing.” They laughed and it did. In fact, it kicked my rear.

After hitting that hill (of which I named Kilimanjaro or Killa-man-jar-ohhh), any hopes of challenging for the top 3 drifted away. However, considering no warm-up and stretching, and I am not quite in racing shape, I am proud to say that I won my age group in a respectable 30:55 (the winning time was 29:45) and I am now a proud owner of a Summer Solstice 8K 2007 glass mug! I just missed out on the 6 pack of beer that the top three earned.

Postrace was a blast. Everyone was served, coleslaw, pasta salad, pulled pork sandwiches, corn on the cob, beans, and cake. Beverages included beer (big surprise), Powerade, lemonade, and sweet tea. And when you add a lot of good people to share stories with, and a three man bluegrass band named All Over the Road, it really was an exceptional event. Hats off to race director Larry Brede and the Knoxville Track Club for putting it together! Without a doubt, one of my favorite races that I have ever participated in. Certainly one of the most memorable.

Unfortunately, since there are so many crazy, upset locals who don’t appreciate runners being in that area, the Summer Solstice course may be changing next year. From what I read on their bulletin board, there were some obscenities (runners should be used to that, though) and a crazed driver who was swerving, trying to scare runners – he was picked up by police shortly afterward. Take that, fool!

Please check out the Knoxville Track Club at www.ktc.org and see what they’re all about. They should have the pics from the race up sometime soon. There you will find what I believe will be a rather obscene picture of a disheveled me.

Well, that’s it for Tennessee! I’m headed for bayou country and New Orleans. What I will find? I have no idea what to expect.

Peace

Notes from the road:

1) I passed a little Dodge Caliber. In the front passenger seat was a Rottweiler. In the back, an Akita and a Yellow Lab. The first thought that came to mind was the “Dogs Playing Poker” painting so I was pleased to see a human driving.

2) Harley Davidsons are EXTREMELY loud!!

Road song of the day: “On A High” by Duncan Sheik

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Trumpeter Swans and Volunteers

Originally, I had planned on doing a stair workout in Neyland Stadium. After discovering what kind of red-tape I would have to go through, I changed my mind. I was looking forward to the possibility of recapturing the memories of running the stairs at the UNI Dome (just on a much larger scale), but life goes on – and there are many more opportunities to get in some quality fitness around Knoxville.

After contacting the Knoxville Track Club, I was made aware of a great race in the area – the Summer Solstice 8K in Walland,TN. Supposedly, it is a rather challenging course with lots of hills and is described as a “non-PR” race. Sounds like a fun challenge! And there is a BBQ with music afterwards – even better!!

The race itself is in Walland, TN (just a little south of Knoxville and close to the foothills of the Smoky Mountains) and is in the evening. So, with the morning to kill, I figured to get in an easy run. I read about the Greenway Trail system and since it connected with the University of Tennessee campus, decided to give it a try.

I spotted a trailhead along Neyland Drive which looked like a good place to start. It was on the edge of campus. The trail itself was paved, which made it great for bikers (of which there was plenty of) as well as runners/walkers. I had to directions to choose from. One took me into a wooded area that followed what seemed to be a creek or maybe backwater, and the other ran astride of Neyland and the Tennessee River. I chose the creek.

Within the first 100 feet or so, I came across grey squirrels, ducks, geese, and a rather obnoxious Trumpeter Swan! I followed this path for about a half mile until I came across an old athletic field that was property of the university. I then turned around and headed back towards the river. And, of course, got trumpeted at once again.

I ran alongside the river for a short while, watching as a riverboat cruised by, and passing many runners, runners with dogs, bikers, inline skaters, and walkers. All greeted me with a smile - even the dogs. I then decided to see the campus sites. More specifically, the athletic facilities.

Running on and past streets named after Volunteer legends, I came to Volunteer Blvd., which connects you to everything UT. At one end, Neyland Stadium with its MANY stairs, and down the road a bit, the UT track. I was hoping to get a few laps in but a meet was going on. I ran by the baseball and softball stadiums, the University Gardens, and eventually back to the trailhead. I realize that there was much more to see than this but I had an 8K to run later on. In all, just under 5 miles of easy sightseeing.

It’s a hot, humid day here. Definitely reminds me of home. The race this evening could be quite interesting but I will report on that later. Right now, I need to drive south to Walland and find myself a campground. That is - if my car makes it.

Peace

Notes from the road:

1) As I entered onto I-81, a Monarch flew into my car antenna and stuck. So, for a little while, it looked like I was driving with a little butterfly flag. It was flying at half-mast.

2) The Virginia State Troopers were out in full force. The squad of Chevy Impalas were doing good business. I’m happy to report that I wasn’t a customer.

Road song of the day: “Somewhere In The Middle” by Dishwalla

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Addressing Gettysburg

I’m not sure what Gettysburg, Pa. would be like today if it wasn’t for the Civil War. Everything you see in and around town is Union this or Confederate that and Lincoln the other.

For a Civil War buff, this place is heaven but you really don’t need to be a buff to appreciate Gettysburg, it really is interesting.

The battlefield itself encompasses an enormous area - everything outside of town as well as the town itself. The fighting was ugly and horrific and was everywhere. It even spilled into the streets while the citizens hid in their cellars. To get a good idea of the carnage - let’s just say a strong odor hung over the town for months after the battle ended. It was reported until the first frost, that following November. I won’t get into the gruesome details.

So, why did I come here? For running, of course! It is so hard to think of what occurred here nearly 150 years ago and look at it today. Gettysburg is really a beautiful place that’s rich with history, yes, but is also a nearly perfect place to run and/or bike.

The roads within the main battlefield are well maintained, flow through the park very nicely for miles, are fairly hilly in spots but nothing difficult, and (if you get out in the morning or evening) are virtually empty of traffic - which means wide open space with no worries!

Even if you do come across a car or two, they are going so slow that it really doesn’t effect your progress. But I will suggest getting out in the early AM before the crowds wake up. I got started at 7 this morning and had a blast!

All I came across were a few walkers (who took my picture), a cyclist (who seemed to be loving life as much as I was), and a few cars that were parked by the side of the road. What I accomplished was a nice, relaxing 11.5 mile run that took 1 hour and 24 minutes - and I finished it by running the field path that General Pickett’s Brigade took in it’s last charge (those who know the battle will relate).

I do suggest that you also mark Gettysburg as a “place to see” for any future vacation. Like I said, the running and biking opportunities are awesome. The history behind this town is incredible (allow a day or two just to see and read all of the monuments, plaques and memorials because they are EVERYWHERE). The shopping is one of a kind, as well - if you are into that sort of thing.

You can even take in a ghost tour - if you dare! It is reported that if you hang out around Devil's Den at the break of dawn, you may very well see the "hippy" with long hair, tattered grey clothing, and no shoes, who will point off into the distance and tell you, "What you are looking for is over there." You turn to look and he disappears.

And so that ends another spectacular day! See you again, Gettysburg!!

I’m crossing the Mason-Dixon line on my way to Knoxville, Tenn., where I have a long and fruitful running day ahead for me - if my car makes it.

Peace

Notes from the road:

1) Passed a semi that had a piece of cardboard stuck to its tailgate with electric tape. Written on the cardboard was “Lost my plate, New York”. I then realized that he had no license plate.

2) The Ohio Turnpike cost me $7.75, seemed like a waste. The Pennsylvania Turnpike cost $12.50, it was a waste. All I got in return was white knuckles and I believe that I may have screamed a few obscenities at a few truckers.

Road song of the day: "I Am the Highway" by Audioslave

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Not in Cedar Rapids anymore

The drive took a lot longer than I had hoped thanks to road construction (and a rather nasty thunderstorm) but I finally made it.

First stop, Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore, which stretches for miles along Lake Michigan.

If you have never heard of it, Sleeping Bear Dunes is pretty much a huge beach - except with some rather large hills. The scenery is amazing with Lake Michigan to the west and Pere Marquette State Forest to the east. Sounds like a great place for a workout!!

There are many great places to stop for scenery in The Dunes, but if you are searching for a great workout and a challenging route for a run, without a doubt, that place is the Dune Climb (which you can find a few miles north of the village of Empire).

Essentially the Dune Climb is a large mound of sand that acts as a playground for many, but it also has a trail that is about a mile and three-quarters that ends at the shoreline of Lake Michigan.

Now, if that doesn't sound like a great distance to get a good run in, you have to realize that you will be running in soft sand over a seemingly endless number of hills. And when you add an uphill grade of about 45 degrees in some spots, oh yes, it is a workout. It took me about 30 minutes to do the 3.5 mile roundtrip that makes up the Dunes Trail.

It is definitely not your everyday run and reminds you that you're not in Cedar Rapids anymore! It is a place that you should add to your "places to see" list - especially in the fall when the leaves start to turn.

Nearby Traverse City is the self-proclaimed Cherry Capital of the World and is also gorgeous in it's own right. Located on the southern tip of the Grand Traverse Bay, it has great opportunities for the runner as well as biker with a nice pathway along the waterfront. And if you do make a trip of it and are looking for some locals to run with, contact the Traverse City Track Club. They do some great things for the young runners in their community and offer group runs on Wednesdays as well as a get together at local restaurants for good socializing.

If it sounds like a future destination for you, check out these web sites for more info.

www.sleepingbeardunes.com

www.tctrackclub.com

Well, that is it for Michigan. It's on to my next stop. I'm heading east to the most well-known battlefield in the US - Gettysburg. That is, if my car makes.

Peace

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A Runner Looking at 40

In 1974 Jimmy Buffett recorded a classic song titled, “A Pirate Looks at Forty”. It’s about a man who reflects on his first 40 years...where he’s been, what he’s done and then thinks about his future. I believe everyone at some time or another has gone through the same phase, and I am certainly no exception. This year has been my time for reflection and although I haven’t “done a bit of smuggling” or “run my share of grass” as the song states, there have been nearly 40 years of moments and memories (good and bad) that will last a lifetime. Many of which have come through running.

If asked, those who truly know me would probably say that I am a runner foremost. Of course I would like to think that I am much more than that but a runner is a good description of who and what I really am. It defines me. Surely you have seen me sometime and somewhere throughout the city literally sweating out many a mile. I’ve been doing so since I was a skinny, snot-nosed little 9th grader running for Kennedy in 1982. In those days, cross country courses were shorter (2 miles) but more challenging. I remember when the course at Noelridge used to cross the creek where there wasn’t a bridge! Ah the good old days...Al Stiers was a great coach and teacher, will always be a good friend, and truly knew how to design a cross country course!

I have always thought of myself as a half-miler first and distance runner second. After my track days at Coe College were over, I decided to try my legs at road racing. I found a little success but my 800 runner mentality conflicted constantly with my training as well as racing. Nontheless, I endured the long training runs through all types of weather and actually posted some decent 5K, 8K and even half-marathon times, up to the year 2000. Since then…not so much. Although I have made a couple of appearances at local races, it has been that long since I have been in competition shape. And as I reflect over those seven years, the reasons for taking some steps back and away from running have been numerous. There have been injuries, burn out, depression (which almost always led to a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey), self-doubt, and loss of interest (steered towards golf full-time). All-in-all, it’s been a funk…the funkiest of funks. Maybe it's a mid-life crisis calling me but I need the good years to come back. Even if it’s just for 12 months, I need to get those good running days back. So where and how does a comeback begin for an aged runner? I can’t think of any better way than through a road trip.

To me, the best way for a person to reflect on things and discover life is through a great American pasttime, the road trip. Just you, the highway, a destination, and hours of music that you would never admit to listening to. New and old sites to see. New friends to make. New adventures to write and tell others about. With no worries (outside of your car breaking down). Sounds a lot like nirvana...

I have gone on many road trips over the years...the Black Hills many times (a personal favorite), every major city in the Midwest, Florida, down to the Keys from Miami (best done in a convertible), out East, and to southern Utah. None of those are as big as the one that I am about to experience. Some time in January I was trying to decide where to go for this year’s excursion when an idea hit...the greatest road trip I could ever make...the greatest road trip that a runner could ever make. For the next 2 weeks I will be on the road headed for some of the most memorable places that I have been to and some that I have yet to explore. There will be National Parks, state capitals, a city solely known for a UFO crash, another known for vorteces, and a part of the world that is truly running’s holy ground. Each day I will do a workout (what it will be depends on the location) and/or race and write about my experience...what I did, what I saw, who I met, etc. And, hopefully, I will learn something about myself, about people and other runners, and recapture that spirit. Why do I run? Why does anyone run?

So, with all of that said, a gentle turn of the key and a little pressure on the accelerator and I begin this year’s adventure. One with more meaning than ever, for I am a runner who is looking at forty and will be seeing America on a runner’s high.

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