America on a runner's high

Just Call It a Homecoming

chris.wolfe — Thu, 05 Jul 2007 02:37:00 GMT

If you asked me yesterday how this morning would start, I would have said, “Early but at least in my own bed.” A late start from Hill City, SD complicated things and as I was passing Sioux Falls, reality set in – I wasn’t going to get much sleep before the 8K. It turns out that I wasn’t going to get ANY sleep.

The Cedar Rapids city limit sign came at about 6:15 this morning. My eyelids were heavy and my head nodding. It was a long drive and I was tired to say the least, but nothing was going to keep me from running the Alliant Fifth Season 8K.

I got registered for the race at a little after 7, just enough time to get warmed up. Any kind of warm-up wouldn’t have mattered this morning, though - I was exhausted and ready for a nap, one of the 24 hour variety.

After lacing up my racing flats, I headed towards the start line at 15 minutes ‘til the gun sounds. It was a scene that I hadn’t been a part of in a while. Thousands of runners and walkers lined up and many taking their last warm-up strides. I started to get pumped up. This was definitely something that had been missing in my life.

My strides assured me of one thing – that I was tired and a lot of pain and discomfort was in my near future. But this was fun! My debacle at the Summer Solstice, in Tennessee, was a crazy kind of fun where this was more of excitement! Suddenly, my strides got longer and I had more bounce – it wasn’t much more but it was more, nonetheless.

I lined up, the gun sounded, and we were off – with everyone leaving me in the dust.

It may have been the shock of being in a big road race, again. No, it was me being more tired than I have ever been. Listless would be a good word to describe it. I immediately found myself somewhere in the vicinity of 50th to 300th place – a lot of runners passed me by. When I passed the mile clock and it read 5:36, I thought, “Well, you are probably out of any awards contention, already, but isn’t this fun!” It was.

The last time I had run the Alliant 8K was in 2000. I don’t remember ever seeing so many people lining the course – there were even cheerleaders! It was awesome!! What topped it off was hearing the bagpipes – that was one lasting memory from years gone by.

I finished in 29:20, about 4 minutes off my Fifth Season PR. I’m not sure of my overall place but took home the 3rd place medal for my age group.

The pleasant surprise was getting $100 for 3rd place in Linn County! I was sitting in the grass, fighting the oncoming desire to sleep right there on the spot, when I heard my name. It was a little bit of a shock. I walked up slowly because I thought that surely they made a mistake! Nope, I was third and $100 is coming my way – sweet!!

And so it marks the ending of a lifelong memory. My 14 day road trip that took me to parts all over comes to a conclusion. What did I learn?

One reason for my racing disappearance over the last several years was for fear of failing. I always looked at the shape that I was in and if I didn’t think that I could be up towards the top or at the top, then I wouldn’t race. That was entirely the wrong way to approach it.

One thing that I learned or discovered over the past 2 weeks was that it should be fun, no matter what the situation may be. And you should not let anyone take that fun away.

I was faced with a situation in Big Timber and had fun with it. I was faced with a non-friendly situation in Austin and made the best of it.

Remarkably, through the entire 2 weeks of this “search”, I was only faced with those two negatives (outside of gas prices and the miles of driving). With them in mind, if asked whether I would go back and change a thing knowing what I know now – I would keep the same schedule and the same route.

With a small exception, everyone that I met was awesome. When asked, strangers would be more than willing to take my picture. Most were more than willing to give directions (especially in Eugene). Many encouraged me when running.

One of my questions that I was hoping to get answered was why do people run? It seems to be such an easy question to be able to answer, yet so many runners struggle with it. The answers usually start with, “Oh, I don’t know”.

The answers that I did receive included:

1) The challenge.

2) A quote from the book “Once a Runner” about the nature of a runner.

3) To get into shape/lose weight.

4) The comraderie or the social aspect.

All good reasons and I will say that the social aspect is huge when it comes to running. Runners have a society that is not secret, you don’t need a code and there is no binding contract. All you need is a pair of shoes and a positive attitude, everything else will take care of itself. Never have I seen a group of people who are more encouraging to others.

Why do I run? That’s something I have battled with for years.

Initially, it was because I fit in. I found a group of people who accepted everyone, no matter what their abilities were.

One other reason had always been this – I run because I can. You never know when you may lose the ability to simply run!

A story that I have shared with people before goes like this: There was a man in our neighborhood who was diagnosed and struggled with a muscle disorder. One day I was driving by Noelridge Park and I saw him on the trail. His face was straining as he pumped his arms and legs as fast as he could – but he was going nowhere. At one time he may have been a runner or maybe he just wanted to know what it felt like to run. Nevertheless, his days had past. You never know when yours will, too.

Running is a challenge. The degree of challenge varies from one individual to the next but regardless, it is a challenge. I challenged myself a few times over the last two weeks and came out satisfied with a realization that I accomplished what few people do or even attempt to do. Many can say that they hiked into the Grand Canyon. Not many can say that they ran it.

The challenge wasn’t narrowed down to just running, however. Driving all those miles through plains, mountains, deserts, and swamps was tough. Doing it by myself and with only a select number of music CDs and Jack Benny (and a few calls from my family and J.R. checking up on me) to keep me company was extremely difficult – growing more so as days went by.

So, where do I go from here? I will continue to run and continue to have fun. I made a promise to a friend some years back that I had one good half mile race left in me, and it will be dedicated to him. I fully intend to keep that promise. This one’s for you, Al.

Going into this, I knew that there would be some people who would compare my trip to Forrest Gump - unoriginal but understandable. I would like to offer it as a combination of Forrest Gump and John Madden. After all, Forrest didn’t drive a car – only a shrimp boat and a mower.

Thanks to everyone who read my entries in all its insanity! I truly appreciate the support and encouragement that everyone has shown. It was great to hear from everyone! There were even some who I hadn’t seen in years!! Didn’t think writing a blog would reach that many people – especially one from this guy!

By the way, Hartman, I was totally recalling the Yellowstone trip when I planned this and there were some similarities. Like how we had the Chevy Van so organized when we left and how it quickly was in disarray – that’s what my Rodeo went through. And how Dave had to add oil every so often – that’s what I had to do. There just wasn’t anyone around to have a beard growing contest with (sorry you lost that one – just kidding!).

Well, in the words of Forrest Gump, “I’m kind of tired. I think I’ll go home now”.

Peace

Facts from the road:

1) Number of miles driven – 8,112 (insane)

2) Number of states driven through - 24

3) Number of miles ran – 115

4) Number of Subway Roasted Chicken subs eaten – 14 (there are Subways everywhere!)

5) Number of quarts of oil added to my car - 3

6) Number of new friends made – too numerous to calculate

7) Number of phone numbers that I should have asked for but didn’t – 5

Song of the day: “Colorful” by The Verve Pipe

Runner coming on your right!

chris.wolfe — Tue, 03 Jul 2007 20:44:00 GMT

There are many reasons why I keep coming back to the Black Hills. It’s almost a place of therapy for me. The one place that I know will cure whatever is ailing. My family started vacationing here in the early 1970s and more recently, I have adopted the area as a getaway for myself.

A trip here, for me, is not complete without a run up Harney Peak. In fact, it is usually a daily occurance. A few trailheads that are located around the Sylvan Lake area will get you up there.

It has an old ranger station at the top and is the highest point east of the Rocky’s and west of the European Alps. At an elevation of 7,200 feet and a climb from Sylvan Lake of 3,000 – it is a gorgeous and challenging hike or run! The view at the top is awesome!

The trail that I always take to the top is the Harney Peak Trail (obviously) which is very rugged. It is shorter than others that will take you up there but is the best.

So rugged this trail is, I almost don’t recommend running it. There are some nice smooth sections but mostly it is rocky (big, bigger, and boulders) with thousands of tree roots jutting out. All pose hazards and you can easily trip or turn an ankle.

Hikers are recommended to take a first aid kit just in case. Runners? Well, stay alert, make sure your feet don’t drag and are quick, and most important – no whining! The last quarter mile seems to never end!

Coming down is the tricky and dangerous part. It’s only natural to open it up while going downhill. Here, you literally have to dance your way down with quick feet.

In all the years that I have run Harney Peak, I am proud to say that I have never hurt myself, and have only turned my ankle once – today. Nothing big – I ran through it.

Another hazard on this trail are hikers. It is a very popular trail so watch out for people, and an occasional horse (no mules, though). Hikers will see or hear you coming and get out of the way for you, but there is always that one who doesn’t.

I was coming up to a group of ladies at a good pace. Before I could say something, two of them saw me and said to the third, “Runner coming on your right, Janet.” Well, Janet bobbed to the left and then weaved to the right and I blessed her with a sweaty imprint of me on her back. Luckily, I had slammed on the brakes. She then proceded to give me an attitude. I was tempted but then just waved and moved on.

My personal record for running Harney Peak is 45 minutes. Today I did it in 55, thanks to some Jello legs, a turned ankle, and a hiker named Janet. But it was, as it always is, a great run.

One more stop on my trip. A little place called Cedar Rapids, Iowa. There is an 8K race there that I have been hearing about and thought that I might give it a try. I am predicting a 27:50.

Home and my bed are calling. Stay tuned for my last entry – it’s gonna be a big one! It is kinda sad to think that this is ending!

Notes from the road:

1) There is a hair salon in Hill City, S.D. that is named “Curl Up & Dye”. I thought that was an odd play on words for a business. And, actually, someone should check on the proprietors. All the years of coming here, I have only seen a closed sign up in their window.

2) Happy Birthday, Anna!

Road song of the day: “Not Home Yet” by Steven Curtis Chapman

The Spaghetti Western

chris.wolfe — Tue, 03 Jul 2007 01:38:00 GMT

The small sign said, “Visitor Friendly” as I rode into town. It was high noon in the dusty little town of Big Timber, Mont.

The bank sign said it was 91 degrees. The air was hot, the town was small, and I was tired. Sounds like a combination that can only lead to trouble.

Oh yes, the town is small. I could describe it as a one horse town but I saw three grazing. The girl working at the visitor center (Kelly) described Big Timber as “Itty bitty”. I had heard they filmed a lot of the movie “A River Runs Through It” here so hoped for something special. This town is old with buildings that date back to the late 1800s. The Yellowstone River runs through the edge of town and the Crazy Mountains are in the near distance.

So what should my workout be? I asked if there were any trails around town or close by and I was steered towards the Natural Bridge, 24 miles south of town. I also asked if it was long enough to get a good run in. Kelly said, “Well, I’m too lazy to walk all of it.” It must be good sized, then, right?

I wanted to make sure that I was headed in the right direction so I stopped by a campground to ask. I was told, “No, you don’t want to run there.” “Is it too rough?” “No, it’s too small. It’s only about a half mile long!” So, Kelly is too lazy to hike a half mile – that’s a shame.

After much thought and since there are few trails, I decided to just hit a gravel road. I picked the Big Timber Canyon Road – a 10 mile stretch that leads up to the base of Crazy Peak (11,000 feet).

It was a 10 mile paved road and a 2 mile gravel (large rock) road that got me to where I wanted. A sign said winding road and I said, “That figures.”

I parked my car on the side of the road thinking that it would be safe. It is a “visitor friendly” town, after all. I strapped on my Adidas Supernova Cushions, and I was off. I decided to just get in about 30 minutes of running time so I planned to go out in 16 minutes and come back in around 14.

Going out, I hit hill after hill, with one being at least a half mile if not three-quarters of a mile long. I got to the top of that monster and my watch said 16 minutes. I turned around.

I start to think about my car. Worry set in. What if some gringo spots it and decides to stage the Great ’97 Rodeo Robbery?! I started hauling rear and, with the aid of downhills and a strong tailwind, I came back in 11 minutes. Car was safe. I was done. Time to leave.

On the way to Big Timber, I passed the highway that would take me a few miles south to Yellowstone National Park. I thought about changing plans but stuck to my guns – too bad. You can call this one a run and dash. I’m outta here with a quick 4.5 mile run and my belongings. I can now tell my kids (if I ever have any) that I have been to Big Timber, Mont.– quite impressive.

Tomorrow is a new day and one that will be spent at my home away from home – the Black Hills. I’m on the home stretch! Just a few more miles to go!

Notes from the road:

1) Coming into Big Timber, I saw a smoothie stand that looked really good. Decided to stop by on my way out. I drove by about 10 minutes later and the OPEN sign was changed to a FOR SALE BY OWNER sign. That was fast!!!

2) On my way to Big Timber Canyon Road, I came to a hill. At the base of the hill, a sign was placed that said “HILL”.

Road song of the day: “Running on Empty” by Jackson Browne

Peaceful in daylight – Eugene (day 2)

chris.wolfe — Mon, 02 Jul 2007 14:02:00 GMT

While traveling and running in Europe, Steve Prefontaine took a strong liking to the European cross country courses and their type of terrain. What they did to make their trails special was to cover them with wood chips and bark. Upon his return to the US, Pre had a vision to build a trail in that fashion in Alton Baker Park. His vision would come to fruition but not until after his untimely passing in 1975.

Since there is a huge timber industry in Oregon, bark chips are easy to come by. And with the strong will of the Oregon Track Club, there are now three bark chip trails in Eugene – the Adidas Amazon Trail (that I ran on earlier), the Rexius (a 3.5 mile path which connects with a paved trail), and Pre’s Trail that starts in Alton Baker Park (where he wished it to be). Last evening, I ran all 4 miles of Pre’s Trail and loved it.

Things of note:

1) Alton Baker Park is gorgeous.

2) Freshly layed bark chips feels like you are running on pillows (just guessing – I have never run on pillows).

3) Pre’s Trail has a series of loops and the first is lighted (I believe it is 1.3 miles).

4) Pre’s Trail partly runs along a creek. One section of this creek is called the Canoe Canal which is a calm, clear stretch that separates the trail and some beautiful homes – of which have gorgeously landscaped backyards that lead right down to the water. And yes, when I ran by a man was canoeing.

5) Two short sections that are truly special are natural tunnels, canopied by trees. All around you the vegetation is a brilliant emerald green. In the first tunnel you see a small boulder that is engraved with the Kalapuya saying Ga-Ach-Li, which means Peaceful In Daylight. That’s just what it was.

In the short time that I was here, I found it hard to keep to a certain distance - you just want to keep running! It may be true for others here, as well. My gracious guide to everything running in Eugene, Bob Coll, had planned a 20-mile run for himself – he ended up going 25. No offense, Bob, but I’m glad that I didn’t run with you this morning. I would have been a hurtin’ unit for Big Timber!

What I did do this morning was meet up with Joe Henderson and his marathon training team. Joe has taken his extraordinary energy and running knowledge and has shared it with the Eugene community, and they have benefited from it. They are lucky to have someone like him to lead them towards their running goals, and this ultimately leads to having fun with the positive progress that they see.

This morning’s group run was scheduled for 11 miles. It turned out to be a little more than that due to construction but was anyone going to complain? Not here. What does a few more strides matter when you are in Eugene?

I ran in a group of five - Nathan, Lyda, Stefanie, Sarah and myself. All are great runners who, even though they don’t realize it, exhume the Eugene spirit. I could not have asked for a better group to run with. Thanks, Nathan and ladies! Sorry, I didn’t get to hang out and talk more afterwards! Good people as well as a beautifully sunny and COOL morning!

Nearly all of our route was on part of the MANY miles of bike trail that run all over and around this town (a lot of it lighted). I wasn’t just following them because I didn’t know where we were going – they were running at a good clip! A great pace for a Sunday morning run. And just to add to the experience, we got to see Joe with all of his positive encouragement, twice along the route!

Nathan, himself, has been running for only about a year and a half but it’s easy to see that he has the bug. He already has a true runner’s mentality. He is in for the long run (pun intended).

After the run, Bob Coll (another high energy and hard-working individual) guided me through everything running in Eugene. From the great memorabilia in his store, the Eugene Running Company, to all landmarks within the city. I consider myself knowledgable on running but compared to Bob – he has a doctorate while I am a 1st grader. And with this being Eugene, Ore. (where running has been reinvented and polished), there is so much to soak in!

Every spot with historic significance, we saw. Areas with even obscure significance, we saw. Although, I am sure to Bob, there is nothing obscure around Eugene – I may have to agree. There were many highlights, but the biggest was when he drove the route that Pre took on the night of his accident. Seeing Kenny Moore’s house (where the party was held) and around the curve of the road to the crash site, which is now a memorial (known as Pre’s rock).

Placed at the site is a stone with an image and a dedication to Pre on it. Placed around the stone are a number of personal running items that fans have left in his memory. There were race numbers, medals, shoes, wristbands and a team photo. My donation will be my race number from the Summer Solstice 8K – he would have loved everything about that race, I am sure.

Thanks again, Bob, for taking time away from your busy schedule to show me around. Your generosity is unmatched and won’t be forgotten. Hopefully, I will be able to return the favor, somehow.

It is hard to leave Eugene. It is an amazing place with great people. When I asked my running group what the negatives to Eugene are, the only thing that was replied was “rain” – if you don’t like a lot of it, anyway. But the rain, I understand, stops within the summer months. As for the winters? Mild with very little snow. When it does snow, everything stops because the city doesn’t own a plow.

So, I leave not by saying goodbye to Eugene but by saying, “I will see you again.”

Next up - Big Timber, Mont. What’s there you might ask. I am expecting a lot of really large trees, but I may be surprised.

Web links that you MUST check out:

www.prefontaine.org

www.eugenerunningcompany.com

www.oregontrackclub.org

Notes from the sidewalk:

1) I walked around the University of Oregon campus last night and came across a slightly inebriated woman who had this profound thought to share, “You know. Sometimes when you need something really bad and you look for it, you find it.” I agreed.

2) While trying to find Alton Baker Park, I asked a group of ladies, “How do I get to Alton Brown Park?” I realized soon after that Alton Brown is the guy from the Food Network and I just sounded like a twit. I laughed hard.

Sidewalk song of the day: “Still Standing” by Brule & AIRO

Lord? Am I in heaven?

chris.wolfe — Sun, 01 Jul 2007 03:37:00 GMT

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.

Everyday is a winding road

chris.wolfe — Sat, 30 Jun 2007 17:51:00 GMT

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

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

chris.wolfe — Thu, 28 Jun 2007 22:13:00 GMT

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.

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.

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!

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

Rattlesnakes and Native American flutes

chris.wolfe — Thu, 28 Jun 2007 00:12:00 GMT

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.

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.

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

One huge track

chris.wolfe — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 00:06:00 GMT

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

Say it isn't so, Austin!

chris.wolfe — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 19:37:00 GMT

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

Peace Along Lake Pontchartrain

chris.wolfe — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 08:13:00 GMT

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

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

chris.wolfe — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 07:02:00 GMT

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

Trumpeter Swans and Volunteers

chris.wolfe — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 03:32:00 GMT

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

Addressing Gettysburg

chris.wolfe — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 19:15:00 GMT

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

Not in Cedar Rapids anymore

chris.wolfe — Thu, 21 Jun 2007 17:45:00 GMT

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