Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Doesn't Look Like Burnt Brownies, Does It?



Once upon a time, there was a girl who liked the idea of baking a lot, being as addicted to sweets as she was, but never really baked. And when she did try to bake, she never really found much success. During her first feeble unsupervised attempts, she made brownies from a box... three times. And three times her friends at the fire department had to come to shut off the smoke alarm. Inside the oven, the mix in the nine by nine pan was smoking. Oops.

Contrary to her lack of skills behind the wheel of an automobile, she couldn't blame this on genetics. She was raised on homemade goodies. In fact, for many years they followed her in parcel boxes all around the country and across oceans. Her mother had talent in the kitchen. More recently, her sister had proven she could design and deliver an entire Thanksgiving feast from start to finish with distinction (albeit an hour or two later than planned). The Christmas cookie tradition was carried on by her sister as well. Amazed, she really did wonder when her sister developed such skills.

The girl moved to New York and then, eventually, to Baltimore. In New York, she found a very receptive audience fpr her sweet experiments--kids and roommates--and, with practice, the results slowly started improving. She even had some signature cookie treats. (That pecan pie, though, was a good reminder that a pastry chef she was not! It may have even smoked a little...)

Baltimore brought time, interest, an appreciative patron, and a critic. She was living amidst people genuinely interested in the actual make-up, taste, and presentation of the product they put in their mouths. Food was the center of choice, conversation, and nourishment. She was able to learn and try, take encouragement, and accept criticism. And, finally, the mark was moved up. The critique was more advanced than the basic idea to follow the time suggested in the recipe to avoid a smoky house. It even helped her to peek her interest to cooking categories beyond baking.

It's amazing what a little belief and interest can produce. A fancy looking turtle cheesecake (all ingredients from crust to caramel made from scratch) to start!

Monday, December 28, 2009

Dueling Sister Blogs

Dedicated to my older sister, LearnerGirl...

You didn't name it as a challenge. In fact, I'm not even sure you knew I had a blog. But, that means little now--because I can read the words between all of your lines.

I accept your (undeclared) challenge--
I will write a post every time you do... because, you're right. We don't talk as often as we could and you can have my reactions to food, life, learning, and all that falls in between, too.

Post on, Bean!




That Time of Year

In the past eight weeks, things in my life changed... a lot. Two jobs, one car, no monthly credit card bill--all possible mostly because of the generosity of some very good souls and the willingness of strangers to take some risks.

Last year, I set resolutions around this time. I made a few, didn't come close to others... but still this time of year is a time to think of what you might want the coming year to bring, not by chance but by your own actions.

Still on the top of the list is getting in and remaining in shape. This blog started as a way to record my efforts. On the blog, I've dwindled away for months at a time without posting; the same is true with my running. Motivation goes up and down. December, actually, was a great month for me--when I started my new job at the University of Maryland, I joined their new, super swank gym with a friend. My commute is better the earlier I leave for work, so every day for almost three weeks I went to the gym, usually running a couple miles on the treadmill. I hope to keep that up.

I plan on keeping a budget for the first time in my life.

I want to travel to another continent--South America or Africa. I have said that for a couple of years now, but I hope to actually do it this year. I'm thinking October would be a great time to go.

Maybe this year I can go three for three...

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Back At It!

So, yes, I know.... I've taken a rather long break. If you look at it, you'll see it's practically the entire summer. Can you guess why?

My first summer in Maryland was H-O-T! and I stopped running.

At first, I didn't want to stop. I would go out in the cute summer digs I recently reclaimed from storage. My intentions were pure. Intentions, however, do not equal a destination or even continued motivation. I made it down the hill upon which this house rests and partially up the next... and turned around, covered in sweat, feeling like a lousy buck. Soon, I didn't even make it to the door. I never thought I'd learn that there is actually something worse than cold weather running.

Seasons change. The story moves on.

I wish running was more like opening an abandoned book. You see that old book on your shelf and finger through the pages and remember exactly where you left off, so you can just begin again. I know it won't be like that. I'll struggle... again... wish it were easier... again... ponder why exactly such torture is necessary... what is it all for?

I made my answer slightly easier by signing up for the Celtic Solstice, a 5 mile race, in December. I ran it last year miserably. What kind of difference does a year make? I'll be able to tell you in minutes!

In the meantime, I have some things planned for this blog--food stories of how a girl who lit brownies on fire three times in a row in college (and, yes, the fire department came twice) learned to make and bake, revisiting old places and old characters, a commentary here and there, and maybe even the end to that Baltimore 10 miler I promised. Stay put, please--leave the running to me!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Ridiculous

Never doubt the maturity of elected officials! Almost made me thankful I left New York...



A View From The Back

Oooh! What a feeling!

Today was the Baltimore Ten Miler Race Steph and I signed up for so long ago. We had a love/hate relationship with the training for this race... it seemed I loved to hate the structure demanded of the training as much as I appreciated it for the Cherry Blossom. Given, this race was different; I already knew I could finish and not topple over at the end. As the days (many filled with rain or heat reaching levels I never need) turned to weeks, the goal of finishing in an hour and forty minutes became less and less important. This week I came to the conclusion that I just wanted the race to be fun... to celebrate that my training period has entered a remission and to let go of the idea that running is a chore... Running over the summer will be an act of enjoyment without the pressures or concerns of making a specific mark.

Even with expectations of a pace or a PR lifted, I wondered this morning if the race could be enjoyable. The weather looked grim--the doppler showed heavy rain and possible lightening moving in with mild heat. The course was certainly hillier than the Cherry Blossom--forging ahead on the hills would be par for course. But Steph had decided to run along side me, instead of jetting off in her typical gazelle manner. All factors considered, we strategically planned to walk and run. I suggested five minute runs at a 9:30 pace and one minute walks at a 17/18:00 pace (a combination that I had become comfortable doing my solo trainings on the hills of Baltimore county).

We chose the comfortable route--to use the facilities before we began (smelly but worthwhile choice). The skies opened as our chips hit the pad; the course inside the park would prove to be very wet. Our place was at the end of the pack. Far from crowded as we worked to find our stride, it gave us the chance to enjoy the setting we were in, which would be more difficult to notice on the return climb to the the finish. There were the characters of our race--people who knew they weren't winning so they decided to enjoy it--a joggler and racing jump roper, other run/walkers, and true recreational participants. We overheard people talking and laughing as we passed by.

We stayed the course with our plan... our miles varied by entire minutes, most likely depending on whether one or two walk periods fell within a mile and the number of hills we encountered. The race was fairly flat for Baltimore; I remember several small to medium sized hills along the way and Steph was willing to concede it was a 'hilly' course. We cheered the speedy cheetahs on their return. We viewed specks of color moving around the circular lake, many in front of us and some behind. We thanked the police officers as we passed by the streets they were preventing cars from passing. We smiled for the cameras, running in stride as we passed. We couldn't escape the commissioner or his recruits (see a future post for more on that), and appreciated the spirit of the game and activity. We picked people off (mostly on the uphills), and I felt a sense of pride knowing I was not among the heaviest of breathers.

I felt good until mile 8, and then I was tired. At that point, though, we had started taking some of the walks out of the plan... The ever-ever-so-sly Steph suggested we only walk on an upwards incline, which seemed logical to me... Funny how it turned out that, with the exception of the final mile climb, I remember more downhills than up (even though I know that is highly improbable). The last mile was painful involving the skies welcoming us back with a heavy, squishy-in-the-shoes, downpour, a hill that inched on forever, and hard miles that seemed to go on forever. It wasn't so bad that I wanted to quit altogether, I suppose, but Steph's extra shot of motivation definitely inspired my legs to remain in running mode.

Steph said the race was long, measuring in on her Garmin at 10.33 miles. At 10 miles, our time for the race was 1:39:43, thereby breaking my goal and previous record. The official time will be a bit longer, but it still will be faster than my Cherry Blossom pace. The time really didn't matter to me, though. I crossed a threshold today; it was not that I had a PR (a nice side feat), but that running did NOT seem like a chore. I will think back to the camaraderie of the day--runners together--Steph and me--in the storm making their way. Even in the rain, and maybe because of the rain, and certainly because I had Steph at my side, I liked it... and that's a memory worth keeping.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Favorite Quote of the Past Week

Masters of Disaster

So Bobby Jindal makes fun of “volcano monitoring”, and soon afterwards Mt. Redoubt erupts. Susan Collins makes sure that funds for pandemic protection are stripped from the stimulus bill, and the swine quickly attack.

What else did the right oppose recently? I just want enough information to take cover.

-Paul Krugman, Conscience of a Liberal Blog


Time: 29:31
Place: Goucher Loop
Weather: high 50s, rainy
Distance: 3.35 miles
Feeling: I wish I had an internal pace machine...
Overall grade: B+

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Motionless

Do you ever feel like sometimes progress just stands still?

My motivation to run has gone up and down and all around lately. I know that the weather-- the activity's energy and feeling in the heat--has been part of it. Hot conditions are an entirely new beast for me to tackle and become comfortable with... I know I am not there yet. It's significantly harder for me to judge my own body's signals because I have never pushed myself in this weather before. Truth be told, rarely have I ever been one to push myself to the limits of full exertion. I am just beginning to understand what the varying levels of exertion my body could handle in spring temperatures. I'm not ready for the seasons to change.

My challenge to lose the extra campaign pounds is now one mostly within my own head... the side challenges are a nice benefit, but ultimately they have lost the appeal to motivate me. The last time I got on a scale I was within the right BMI measurements for my height. Taking off the pounds is not crucial; it is merely something I would like. The question in my head is how much do I want it? I have to answer that question every day for myself and remain steadfast in the answer--saying no to foods I would love to devour but make little dietary or nutional sense for me to eat while I try to restrict calories. I definitely haven't created habit, so I wonder if it really is sustainable... especially if the scale betrays me with disappointing numbers. All of this effort ought to bear results.

I'd like in all areas of my life for the motion to be soaring. I will have to settle for taking the steps to put that flight in motion.


Time: 28:35
Place: The Hilly Quarry
Weather: high 80s
Distance: 2.7 miles
Feeling: Argh! I'm a total wuss!
Overall grade: B-

Friday, April 17, 2009

Race Day, Revisited

I made it! I didn't get swept up by the bus or forced to leave the course! I never stopped running, although my pace was slower than I would have liked. The course was beautiful with full blooms, but ten miles is long whether or not it's pretty. My training paid off and I felt as I had trained--not pushing myself so much that I was soar the next the day, probably indicating that I could have gone faster.

The best part of the race was the mix. On it I had songs that reminded me of all the people whom I knew were cheering me on in spirit and thought. It made me smile as the songs blared in my ears, bringing about the close to the impossible--a smile.

I didn't reach my 100 minute goal, a bit disappointing but not incredibly surprising. Sometimes, goals take more than one attempt to reach. I signed up for another race in June--the Baltimore 10 Miler--to give it another try. Seven minutes to shave off my time--my hopes are high.


Time: 1:47:52
Place: Cherry Blossom Race Course
Weather: 60s
Distance:10 miles
Feeling: Lots of weaving; slower than goal
Overall grade: B-

Friday, April 3, 2009

Preparation For The Big Day

I had the sweetest of surprises occur. My fellow challenger and motivator from afar, Dave, called to wish me good luck on Sunday... and to share how proud he was of what I had done so far. Because I know he gets it, the gesture meant a lot.

I'm feeling fairly nervous... a litle excited... and a lot more invested than I thought I would be. How I do matters to me, and that is definitely a change than any race I have run before. Sunday's coming, and I hope I'm ready to shine.


Time: 10 minutes
Place: Paved Park
Weather: 60s
Distance: 1 mile
Feeling: Loosey Goosey
Overall grade: B+

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Happy Fools Day!

Google is taking over the world! Scary, but true!


Time: 14 minutes, 21 seconds
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: 60s
Distance: 3 miles
Feeling: I grew wings last night!
Overall grade: B+

Thursday, March 26, 2009

The National Aquarium

I went for an early run this morning on fatigued legs (and hereby assert that maybe leaving only twelve hours between two runs isn't the best planning). The run was followed by an ice pack to my shin, a hot shower, a good breakfast of Fage yogurt and fruit, and a trip with Steph and her parents to the National Aquarium, in Baltimore and home to lots of critters!




I was most fond of a totally spastic puffin who burst in and out, underneath and across the water like a piece of popping corn. His speed, an endearing aspect of his performance, made it nearly impossible to get a clear picture, especially from behind the glass.

I enjoyed watching the turtles, too, and they were more my speed. It looks like this guy might even be posing!

Time: 44 minutes
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: Cold Rain (42)
Distance: 4 miles
Feeling: Pulling 500 pound weights with me for each leg
Overall grade: C

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

DC Flowers

Steph's parents and I walked around the city for six hours, and then I went for a quiet, long midweek run in the woods.

This is one type of unusual orchid housed at the United States Botanic Gardens. I like how some of the petals look like spaghetti... or maybe double helices.

Time: 1:04
Place: Dog Park Trail
Weather: 50
Distance: 6 miles
Feeling: Tired Shin Screams
Overall grade: C+

Monday, March 23, 2009

Too Good Not To Use!

My friend David always has really clever and/or provocative updates in his Gmail status. I stole the one below from him. (Make sure you follow the links in order so they make sense!)

"This is quite funny. They are finishing each others' sentences and fixing each others' ties. And even better: "Buy one, get the second 30% off"--maybe that's the formula they should use for the toxic assets.
"

Awesome!

Time: 33 minutes
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: 50
Distance: 3 miles
Feeling: Wine before running?
Overall grade: C+

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Tapestry of a Run

I know that days are playing tricks. It is the first day of spring, and yet I am wearing tights and pants and three layers on top. It is not moist and daylight savings time has already come, so there are no immediate connections to winter present, except the frigid sensation of air meeting my uncovered skin. As I stretch my legs from side to side, breathing in, breathing out, I see my lingering breath joining the cool air. My nose tingles after only minutes.

The road ahead is a long distance today; I have almost reached the summit of my training. I am prepared for what is to come, but I am not necessarily looking forward to the hills that I cannot see over in my future. The road is barren, minus the scores of runners. My feet sail over the cracks in the pavements, showing the wear and age of the road on its side, nestling bits of white rock in the darkness. My body is slowly starting to warm up; only my nose and cheeks, thighs, and slivers of my stomach remain sweat free.

If spring is beginning to awaken, it is in the hidden smells and sounds that betray its intentions. The lake, no longer captured under layers of ice, releases its wild scent. Light winds carry the scent onward and it is clear miles away that water is near. The soft sounds of flocks flying is nearly hushed by the noise of the geese's chatter. These birds have been present for the entire winter, but only now do they seem relaxed. The fox we once saw gliding along the ice can no longer venture so close.

The undressed branches of the trees leave shadows I view as I travel onward. A little dance in the sunlight they make silently since the shuffle of their clothing has yet to flourish. Patches of green push up from below last season's fashions, daring the discarded to take their places in the furthest patches of the forest's closets. I think of how lucky their destined renewal is, how I long for that renewal, too. I listen to my breathing becoming louder; my lungs are tiring from constant increased activity.

Muffled music of a runner's iPod is along side of me. I am approaching a steady climb upwards. My feet are in sync with my partner's, pushing, pushing, pushing. I listen to our syncronized feet hitting the pavement, one after another, assuring myself that if I have lost my pace, I have done so in unison with another. These hills cause me to think about and feel each step ahead. My body is readying itself for the pain in my shin, my back, my mind that is sure to follow. Drops of sweat slip down my face stinging my eye, entering into my mouth. It is the saltiness of expired energy.

I have stopped to take in liquids, fully enjoying the cold waterfall flow down my throat and expunge the dryness from my mouth. All my movement has been at a slow runner's pace. Back and out, the sights repeat themselves. I have only the bridge and the flowing hills until I meet the finishing post. The sky has turned a brighter shade of light blue. The sun's rays offer a more intense warmth, even as the air remains cool and crisp to the skin. My body has become a minute generator, turned on so long as I remain in motion.

As if to counter the ever present fatigue that is translating to pain my body, my mind drifts ahead to the comfort of the leather seat in the car. Waiting for me is a sweet chocolate square that is almost making my dry tongue's buds water. There are only a few more hustled steps until I am where I need to be.


Time: 1 hr, 24 min
Place: Loch Raven/Ness Monster
Weather: High 20s
Distance: 8 miles
Feeling: 99% > 70%
Overall grade: B-

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Pounding Through

On some runs, even though I have yet to find my 'runner's cadence' where I just slip into the thrills of propelling my body forward on my strong, rhythmic legs, the distance is no longer foreboding. I can run three or four miles and still feel relatively solid afterward, even if there were sizable hills or we pushed the pace faster than I thought I could go. On some days, I am inspired by those with whom I am running--Stephanie daring me to never let up, the steady footprints of a runner behind me closing in, a story told by a friendly runner in a training group. They cause the miles to hasten by.

Today I was on my own on a course I never traveled fully. I ran down a large hill to start and over rolling hills to a trail. I hit the trail, which was really muddy and slippery from the morning's rain, for about two miles taking me to a lonely park hidden away. I took a break to get photographic evidence that I made it there (note the picture), and returned on the same route back.

The whole adventure was really hard.

From the first mile to the last, I felt sluggish. My legs were tired; my breathing was heavy; my mind was tripping over whatever lay ahead--the distance, the condition of the course, my slow running pace. As the miles wore on, each time my left leg pounded the dirty path, my shin screamed. The screams started quietly, but as expected their volume increased. They never were debilitating, just nagging enough so that my mind never was able to forget that the function my legs were doing is work... and, today, it was difficult work.

Eight weeks ago, I may have had a different tale to write, one based in taking the easy way out. If today's run was satisfying, it was only because I did it out of my own initiative and desire to stick to a training program that will help me finish my race.


Time: 1 hr, 7 min (33:40 for the 5K)
Place: Dog Park Trails
Weather: 52
Distance: 6 miles
Feeling: Good for the shins/Bad for the shoes
Overall grade: C+

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Admission

Too much, too fast? Overuse? Poor training surfaces? Not enough stretching? Not enough rest? Bad shoes? Some combination of two or three or all?

I have a hard time believing any of those things are true about my running program. Whatever the cause is, I have a shin splint. It's in my left leg. It is still in the beginning stages, meaning it only bothers me during some runs, some of the time. On sluggish days, it hurts more than when I feel fresh. On track days, by the end if I have really pushed myself, the pain can be fairly intense.

I am following my doctor's orders, stretching, icing, using anti-inflammatory medication. The race is less than three weeks away. I don't want it to get any worse.


Time: 32 minutes, 2 seconds
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: 60
Distance: 3 miles
Feeling: Sluggish
Overall grade: B-

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Top O' The Day To You!

From Politico...

Celebrating St. Patrick's Day

"This morning the water in the fountain in front of the White House is - you guessed it - green!"

And President Obama donned a green tie! Happy St. Patrick's Day!


Time: 43 minutes (9:07 average tempo mile pace)
Place: Goucher Tempo
Weather: 50
Distance: 4.27 miles
Feeling: Nice new path!
Overall grade: B

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Another Day...

another run... I pushed it at the end in order to stop sooner. Whatever gets it done, right?


Time: 29:17 minutes
Place: Paved Park
Weather: 40s, with a slight sprinkle
Distance: 3.0 miles
Feeling: Faster than a 10!
Overall grade: C

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Unforeseen Benefits

Recent Successes in the Kitchen--
  • Tabouleh with Shredded Chicken*
  • Bison Short Ribs Marinated in a Mustard Sauce
  • Tres Leche Cake with Meringue Frosting*
  • Ravioli Stuffed with Ricotta, Parmesan, Lemon Zest, and Basil*
  • Smoked Sausage
*=made from scratch!

OK, so the last one is more of a success in that I didn't burn down the kitchen despite the pan creating a foot high flame... but, regardless, this is obviously progress!


Time: 17:51 (8:38, 9:13)
Place: Park School Track
Weather: 40s
Distance: 3 miles (.5 mile warm up, 2x1600, .5 mile cool down)
Feeling: That sure felt faster!
Overall grade: B+

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Book Report

In the classroom, I taught my kids to never abandon an independent reading book until it absolutely proved impossible to get through. Is there nothing about a character about which you are at all curious? Is there nothing about the writing that intrigues you? (Understandably, this one was usually a tough sell for twelve year olds!) Is there nothing interesting about the plot that has captured your imagination? Are you able to relate to anything in the setting or the mood? Do you really believe that this book has nothing to teach you? If they answered no to every question, my students had only one more step to endure--my endless love story of how when I began reading The Count of Monte Cristo, I never thought I would make it past the first couple chapters, and it seemed so boring with so much back story messed in with historical references I didn't really enjoy. Only the main character, d'Artangan, was the slightest bit promising, and the only thing that kept me plugging along was that each chapter was so short in length. However, by the end of all of the complicated twists and unexpected turns, it turned out to be one of my favorite books ever written, always on my top ten list. Not all books could read like To Kill A Mockingbird or Harry Potter where you are enamored after the very first paragraph. If my kids were willing to sit through all of that (many found it easier to finish the book), I usually let them find a new choice, knowing not all books are for all people.

For the past couple of days and chapters, I have asked myself those questions with Called Out of the Darkness, by Anne Rice, the second book for my Lenten Promise series. I held high expectations for her story--she was raised Catholic, became an atheist, and then returned to Catholicism. As a celebrated writer, I thought she might be able to convey feelings that I have shared, although I was expecting hers to be much more of an extreme view (as I have never considered myself an atheist). What I found as I read was that I was unable to relate... in the beginning she intrigued me with stories, only to lose me later with either recognition or an angle I found hard to comprehend. She'd offer an olive branch of provocative details, only to bury them in vague or no further discussion. There were passages in her writing that were so rich with imagery and passion, but many more that were written with only mediocrity.

I haven't completely shelved the book yet--the tiniest bit of curiosity remains--but I have moved it from reading heartily to skim in my brain. Maybe there is something there left for me, but having fallen hopelessly behind in my promise, it's time for me to press ahead.


Time: 40 minutes, 54 seconds
Place: Pikesville
Weather: 44 degrees
Distance: 4 miles
Feeling: Almost made it with the 'fast' group.
Overall grade: B-

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

May We Never Arrive There

Marisa sent me the most disturbing news, coming to us from Scotland. Luckily, the lawmakers there have enough sense to vote against such a measure so it was never made a law. But, if it ever is, in my mind, it would be evidence of the undeniable existence of evil in a world that has become completely joyless and unjust.

And, even though I would so dearly enjoy experiencing the wonders and beauty of the land, I vow to boycott any country enacting such a horrific law.


Time: Zen Running (less than 36, more than 29)
Place: Dog Park Trails
Weather: 60s
Distance: 3ish miles
Feeling: Not as bad as I remember...
Overall grade: B-

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Today Is A Rest Day

I get those every so often. Today is also a day I 'I fell in political love' with Barack Obama all over again. It's not only the words that he says, but that he uses one of the powerful bully pulpits in the world to say them. If these thoughts become our nation's actions, the world truly could change for the better.

Monday, March 9, 2009

The World Must Be Ending

Scandal is found in the most unlikely of places!! (Or, perhaps, these are just really tough times. Aren't sex and controversy supposed to sell?)


Time: 32 minutes, 2 seconds
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: 50s with a high wind
Distance: 3 miles
Feeling: Smells like spring...
Overall grade: B-

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Recovery Run Gone Awry

After running a long distance run, like the 9.4 miles I ran yesterday, most training programs suggest that the following day consists of an easy run, a run that by design should be slow and gentle. In my running mind, for me that equates to the slowest of all possible jogging that still is a jog, but I rarely at that pace. My body knows it can handle more and Steph forces me to do what my body will allow. We usually run around 11 or 12 minute miles depending on how my body feels.

Stephanie signed AJ up for the race (as her husband, I'm not certain of how big his choice was... he couldn't miss all of the fun!), but due largely to his work schedule he hasn't been running as much as he could. Today Steph convinced AJ that he should run with us. He's naturally faster and more physically fit than me, but I have been running more. I figured I could keep up with Steph and AJ for at least the first mile or so.

Steph stayed behind to take care of Rocky, knowing that whatever pace we maintained she could catch up. AJ and I took off. Not very good at setting my own pace, I just ran along side of him. He tried to have some conversation with me (which during an run I should be able to maintain); I wasn't the most receptive to his efforts. I concentrated on my breathing and my feet--the run felt a little faster than usual, but it was hard to gauge. We weren't run/walking, so my mind couldn't wrap itself around any signals my body was sending. At a mile and a half, Steph and Rocky had caught up... and told us that we had run a sub-nine mile. No wonder I was tired.

It's amazing how much more tired I felt after knowing I had just spent a mile and a half running faster than I ever had previously. I significantly slowed down after the two mile mark, ending the four miles in just over 41 minutes. I don't know if I could have maintained Steph and AJ's pace, but I wonder if I could have gone faster than I did. While my body recognizes it is making physical improvements, my mind is slower to interpret those signs as progress. Most runs are still hard for me--the constitute heavy breathing, pain in my leg and chest, a hesitant cadence, a resistant mind. I hope that a day comes when it feels comfortable--if not easy--to run four or five miles, and I'm not struggling to keep up with my running company.

That after eight weeks I am not to where I wanted to be I am not completely surprised, but I rest easier knowing I am further than where I used to be.


Time: 41 minutes, 48 seconds
Place: NCR Trail
Weather: low 60s
Distance: 4 miles
Feeling: AJ made me push it!
Overall grade: B

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Google To The Rescue!

Have you ever sent an email while intoxicated that you later regretted? Google now has the answer--GOOGLE GOGGLES!

"Google strives to make the world's information useful. Mail you send late night on the weekends may be useful but you may regret it the next morning. Solve some simple math problems and you're good to go. Otherwise, get a good night's sleep and try again in the morning. After enabling this feature, you can adjust the schedule in the "General" settings page." (The Google Blog)

Phew! Thank Goodness! If only they had that function while I was in college...


Time: 1 hr, 48 minutes
Place: Loch Raven/Ness Monster Run
Weather: low 50s
Distance: 9.4 miles
Feeling: Run/Walk Style I will definitely make the Cherry Blossom Finish.
Overall grade: B

Thursday, March 5, 2009

A Lenten Promise

I haven't given up anything for Lent in years, nor have I chosen to do anything special. This year I have felt a little differently, and so I embarked upon the idea of using Lent to explore areas that I would like to appreciate more--intellectual and spiritual awareness. That has translated into my Lenten Promise to read a book a week.

This week I decided I would learn something new, and so I began a biography of William Shakespeare, written by Bill Bryson. Bryson is an author I really appreciate, and while I usually forget to add him to my favorites list, I always enjoy reading his work. He writes clever and engaging nonfiction.

His book, Shakespeare: The World as Stage, spends more time explaining how little we actually know about the great playwright and debunking myths than it does informing the reader of details of Shakespeare's life. There are few definite facts known about the author; even his appearance is just the best guess of historians.

Clearly it is Shakespeare's work that has defined him and placed him atop of the literary totem pole, and it was details about his work that I found the most fascinating. Shakepeare's work included:
  • 138,198 commas, 26,794 colons, and 15,785 question marks
  • references by characters to love 2,259 times, but to hate just 183 times
  • 884,647 words, made up of 31,959 speeches, spread over 118,406 lines.
(I'm quoting the book here... I have the time to figures these things out theoretically, but not the patience.)

It's amazing to me--the power of those numbers and the sheer brilliance contatined in those lines. Bryson points out that it wasn't the stories that made Shakespeare brilliant, as they were often copied from other tales of the times. It was the way he understood the human condition and conveyed it in those words. A solid source of envy for writers since.


Time: 60 minutes
Place: Pikesville
Weather: 30s, but very windy
Distance: 4 miles
Feeling: There are certainly pitfalls to groups. ARGH!
Overall grade: C-

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Beware of Angry Smart Comedians

You would think that people would have figured out that canceling on an intelligent comedian's talk show host is not a wise idea when John McCain got squashed by David Letterman after failing to appear on his show during the campaign.

Ah, but lessons weren't learned, and because Rick Santelli pulled the same lame duck move on Jon Stewart, we get hearty entertained with the added benefit of a few facts on the side...


That was just AWESOME!!


Time: 10:00, 10:04, 10:02
Place: Park School Track
Weather: 30s, with cold winds and snow on the track
Distance: 4.5 miles (.5 mile warm up, 3x1600s, 1 mile cool down)
Feeling: Snow tracking is for suckers!
Overall grade: B

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Challenged!

Understand that among my closest friends--my friends from college and their spouses--I have always had one of the most sedentary lifestyles. An exercise program has never been my thing (so much so that the tag 'lazy' didn't bother me. I openly admitted that I mimicked Darcy in my propensity for napping and making body imprints on seats in front of the computer or tv); eating an excess of carbs (especially of the sweetest sorts) certainly is.

Apparently, recent adjustments in my behavior are incredibly motivating... at least for one. Dave and I have been friends for years, and we have amicably tolerated each other even longer. In the years since college that we have been acquainted, he has never known me to stick to a training program, consistently logging in five days of running. He decided to use this phenomenon to propose a challenge.

The premise is simple... Dave wants to lose weight. He suggested that, if I continue to motivate him by remaining consistent in training, he'll reward me for every pound he loses. Read it again, and it will sound the same--the way Dave proposed it, I get rewarded for doing what I had to do anyway. I contemplated it, and decided that I should up the stakes for myself. The running program would only be half of the deal. I would also start counting calories, for a two-fold. Thinking of my resolutions, I hadn't done much with the nutrition one (as recently discussed)... and, I want to shed one of the few campaign souvenirs I really never wanted--extra pounds everywhere! Guidelines were established for what has become a somewhat complicated challenge, and its timeline lasts until we both hit our goals.

Dave is doing AWESOME! He's running... a lot... and losing weight, and truthfully, it is a lot more difficult for him to fit it all in. He's a husband, a proud father of two, works at a job that requires him to drive all around every day. This is a virtual challenge (he is states away), so I find it hard to take any credit for his efforts. I heartily applaud him.

Two weeks in and I am a calorie counter. It is a total adjustment to be completely conscience of all that I eat all the time. I think about food constantly and I always want to eat. I have to walk away from temptation. Sometimes I win; sometimes I lose horribly. This past week, riding the wings that I easily came in under my allotment last week, I showed no willpower on Monday. I rationalized that I was really hungry and I could eat what I wanted (considering the day before I had run seven miles). I paid for it all week, and I never quite recovered. One step forward, two steps back...

I am still running. An oddity this past weekend happened--Steph was feeling a little less inclined to follow our training program (well within her right since she is really sticking to it for me. It's a benefit of being in shape--we both know that she could easily run ten miles today without worry). When she told me she didn't really want to do a long run this weekend, after I got over the shock, I knew that I'd have to get it done on my own... I imagined too easily not running those miles; I didn't really want to and I started to convince myself it wasn't necessary. I knew I was going to be over with calories; without the run, I'd fall short on the run, too. That would be too much for my pride to confess.

It's early yet, but the challenge seems to be working. Motivation to walk away from temptation, as well as move forward, should come from our closest friends. After all, I have always found they make life so much easier than walking the path alone.


Time: 42 minutes, 3 seconds
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: Super Cold Again!
Distance: 3.7 miles
Feeling: Like a S-L-U-G!!
Overall grade: C+

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Declared Check-In

A couple of months in and just over half way through my training program for the Cherry Blossom, I decided this is a good time to check in my resolutions for the new year. I'm going backwards:

6. I am no closer to going to the dentist, seeing that I am still unemployed and have no insurance.

5. I am writing more... probably not complaining less.

4. I am attempting to eat healthier. I have started counting my calories; I am more aware of how many carbs, proteins, and fats I consume. Steph, the doctor, told me the proper ratio for the three should be 50:25:25. I am normally high on carbs and fats, low on protein. This is not necessarily a surprise and harder to fix than I would like. I have eaten more vegetables and meat lately, and I am trying to enjoy it more.

3. No job=No money=No travels.

2. I'm about half way there (225 crunches; 20 push ups).

1. Perhaps this is my biggest disappointment. Perhaps I over reached, not realizing how slowly I would progress towards running at a decent speed. I will be able to finish the race in 120 minutes; I am hoping that it doesn't take me any longer than 115 minutes. I want to finish in 111 minutes or less.

and the BIG ONE...
I'll have to get back to you on that one.

When checking my own progress, it seems I had better get my act together.


Time: 1:18, 22 seconds
Place: Loch Raven/Ness Monster Run
Weather: 30s
Distance: 7 miles
Feeling: 90%>70%
Overall grade: C+

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Don't Ask Me To Justify It...

It is this type of story that make people fall away from the church. Heartbreaking, really, and so hard to understand...


Time: 33 minutes, 30 seconds
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: 38 degrees, feels like 31
Distance: 3 miles
Feeling: Starbucks waiting!
Overall grade: C+

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Anything For A T-shirt

I think it was in 2006 or 2007 after a few of my friends had all run marathons that I picked up the book Anything For A T-shirt: Fred Lebow And The New York City Marathon, The World's Greatest Footrace. It turned out be an inspiring tale--describing how the will and effort of one can positively impact his surroundings. Lebow was a guy who loved New York and loved to run. The book concentrates on his story and dream of buidling the marathon in the city that he loved to be a place where thousands of people converged to celebrate running. He never stopped working at his dream or stopped running. Lebow watched his dream grow up, from when he ran in the city's inaugural marathon in 1970 when he was one of 55 runners to when he ran his last marathon in the city in 1992 after being diagnosed with brain cancer two years before. In 2003, nine years after he died, over 34,000 ran the New York City Marathon. By all measures, Lublow achieved his dream.

Lebow was known for saying that runners will do anything for a free t-shirt and I believe he was on to something. At Fleet Feet, for being a friendly and somewhat consistent member of their winter running program, I earned a free shirt. It surprised me just how good that felt. Added bonus--the shirt is cool! I. AM. A. WINTER. WARRIOR!!!! HEAR ME ROAR!



Time: about 51 minutes
Place: Pikesville
Weather: high 40s
Distance: 4.6 miles
Feeling: I shocked myself at just how hot I got.
Overall grade: B-

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Priceless!

My bias is out on the table, so perhaps I am not the best to comment on the Republican response to President Obama's address to Congress last night. Given that Obama is an awesome orator and his speech writing team has an incredible command on the English language, it's not surprising that Governor Jindall seemed outclassed. It amazes me though that Jindall chose to use the government's response to Hurricane Katrina as a justification for not attempting to help those who are suffering. Apparently, I am not the only one dumbfounded!

UPDATE: And now this for sweet frosting on the cake! Good Gracious!


Time: 4:40, 4:35, 4:38, 4:41, 4:18
Place: Park School Track
Weather: 30s, with cold winds
Distance: 3.3 miles (.5 mile warm up, 5x800s, .3 mile cool down)
Feeling: Is that a shin splint?
Overall grade: B

Monday, February 23, 2009

We Interrupt Normal Blogging...

Here's an extremely important update for a previous post!


Time: 34 minutes, 30 seconds
Place: Absent the Golf Course
Weather: 30s, with strong winds
Distance: 3 miles
Feeling: Mixin it up with new scenery!
Overall grade: C+

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Critters

I love the word critter--the etymology, the way it rolls out of my mouth, but mostly what the word means and represents. While critters technically are all living creatures, I always think of fuzzy, friendly, huggable, living beings.

Here are a couple of my absolute favorite critters:

This is Darcy, my beloved cat named after one of my favorite characters in literature. She's been living with her 'lovah,' Ian, lately, my old roommate who graciously agreed to take care of her while I was on the campaign.
Ian sent me some feline love on Valentine's Day. She looks awfully comfy in her current digs!

And here's Rocky, a truly furry buddy who keeps me from getting too lonely during the days. (He is the fine pooch of Steph and AJ).


Time: 45 minutes
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: 30s, with mild winds
Distance: 4 miles
Feeling: My mind's not into it and the iPod stopped.
Overall grade: C-

Thursday, February 19, 2009

You know I ADMIRE the guy...

but even I find this a tad absurd. It's a little early to be placed so high on the list. Don't people know now the only place to go is down?


Time: 46 minutes
Place: Pikesville
Weather: 30s, but very windy
Distance: 4.1 miles
Feeling: Running is a very touch 'n' go activity for me.
Overall grade: B-

Questions

At this moment I am writing to sort things out and attempt to release.

A good friend of mine called today to tell me some awesome news--he got offered a fantastic job in the place--the only place--that he wanted to be... an amazing place in a position where, hopefully, he can make a difference. To hold the aspirations to get a job there may have been considered high hopes, holding on to the dream knowing that it may never come to fruition. He had moved on half heartily, but still remained open to possibility. It happened; I should be completely excited for him.

I'm finding it difficult not be more jealous than happy for him, and, on many levels, I hate myself for it. We actually have applied to jobs within the same organization, but doing completely different things. The rational side of my brain is slightly reassured that the process that is supposed to occur is happening. His skills fit the job perfectly; I am not even qualified for that position. The need for the position that he got is seen as higher priority than the one that I want. It is frustrating to me because in this process I have no control and little information. There is nothing I can do to help myself anymore than I have. I can't expedite the outcome. It truly is not the fact that he got that position, though, that makes me feel so envious... it is more that the dream we both share didn't elude him. It captured him. I just have to wait... and hope the dream finds me, too...

...and ponder: What am I going to do if it doesn't work out? If the dream escapes me, which I know that it could, what is my plan? And how long is too long to wait? And will it always sting knowing that he is there and I am not? The questions, and the murkiness of the answers, hurt surprisingly so.

How do I grow so that the happiness that I wish I sincerely felt... that I want to feel... that I do feel somewhere hidden below my own issues... is what surfaces and remains?

The first time he called I was shocked, so happiness emerged and the jealousy hadn't the time to set in. The second time he called to talk more details and I let it go to voicemail. I texted him the obligatory congratulations and typed I couldn't wait to hear all about his experiences, only a small lie that I want to become truth.

I am praying for grace and strength, and holding on to hope for acceptance, growth, and that I capture my own dream, too.


Time: 18:48
Place: Park School Track
Weather: Blech!
Distance: 2 mile Time Trial
Feeling: Push as hard as you can...
Overall grade: B-

Monday, February 16, 2009

Voice

It always came back to voice in my writing classes--develop your own voice, honor your voice with words, revise without losing your voice. To writers, voice is our distinct fingerprints.

It translates to the speaker's voice. When we talk, how we use words define our patterns. Do we insert 'like', 'uhs...', 'ums...', 'and that', 'you know' often, perhaps too many times? Do nerves affect us and how badly? To speakers, voice is a determining line.

It translates to our leaders. When they write, speak, act, they create a voice for the people they represent. Do we agree? Is the message what we would want, wish, hope to convey? To leaders, voice is possibility coupled with reality.

Voice defines how we are perceived. Voice defines how we communicate. Voice defines who we are.

An amazing writer, Zadie Smith, realizes the power of voice all too well, and delivered a smart, provocative article about the voice of our new president. It is well worth the read.


Time: 20 minutes, 30 seconds
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: Colder
Distance: 2 miles
Feeling: Recovery!
Overall grade: B

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Slow, But Steadier

We ran eight miles on a flat course. I wanted to see if I could run that far without long walking breaks, so Steph set up to run 10 minutes and walk 1. It was supposed to simulate a race, figuring that I would walk through the water stations that would occur around every mile mark. It became an experiment to test my improvement and likelihood of finishing the Cherry Blossom within the time allotment.

The course was the NCR Trail, an old railroad that had become a biker's and runner's 'paradise' for the easy nature of the flat gravel course. Apparently if you take it out some 20 miles in a single direction, you can run right into Pennsylvania. Winter made the woods surrounding the path see-through; if I had strength to use my imagination, I'm sure my mind would have made a breathtaking landscape. As it was, the distance did enough to take my breath away.

Steph parked the car in the middle of our course. We ran two miles south, turned around and ran back to the car. We put in a true water and strecthing break at the half way point. Then, we ran two miles north, turned around and ran back to the car.

My Observations:
  • During mile two and three my thigh and foot started to tingle on my left side, feeling a little bit like that leg was falling asleep.
  • By mile three, I had developed blisters on the arches of both feet. I also got strangely fatigued and wanted to stop. Instead, we ran at a slow pace.
  • By mile four, I was wishing we were at mile eight (big surprise!). I turned on the timer on my IPod to clock ten minutes.
  • Steph talked to me for about four miles, but it must get awfully boring to have a one-sided conversation for 45 minutes.
  • Steph said mile five was probably long. The trees got in the way of her GPS signal on her Garmin.
  • Miles six and seven were quiet. We were in Gunpowder State Park and there weren't many people around. I liked the sound of our feet hitting the trail in sync.
  • During miles five - seven, when I got tired, I checked my timer to see how much longer I had to push before I could walk. It was around 5:38 each time.
  • With one mile left, I told Steph to run ahead. It can only be called an act of love to run that slow for that long. Her last mile was completed in less than eight minutes.
  • During mile eight, the pain of my blistered feet surpassed the pain I normally feel breathing with tired lungs and chest muscles. I was beyond gleeful to know in the car were bagels, fruit snacks, kashi bars coated in chocolate, water, and a comfortable seat. The only marker that overtook that was Steph yelling out that I could stop. I had done it... and it didn't kill me... and with six more weeks of training to go, I was well within the time limit to finish the Cherry Blossom. All good things.
Yesterday I doubted my improvement. This run wasn't easy, and I wonder if eight miles will ever be. But, in this roller coaster experience that running has become for me, today I can see subtle progress from where I once was.

Eight Mile Run Lap Splits:
Mile 1: 10:02
Mile 2: 10:47
Mile 3: 12:03
Mile 4: 11:01
Mile 5: 12:17
Mile 6: 11:49
Mile 7: 11:54
Mile 8: 11:39

But, I also realize I am not where I want to be.

Time: 91 minutes
Place: NCR Trail
Weather: 30s
Distance: 8 miles
Feeling: Oy vey! I'm going to be sore!
Overall grade: C

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A Beginner Runner's Dilemma

Because I actually have been posting the times and distances every time that I run, I now have quite a few samples to check my progress. Even though the post will read a different date, I am actually writing this on February 21, significant because I have just completed the first month of training for the Cherry Blossom. 40% done!

Looking at the data, I have emerged with a dilemma: Is Fleet Feet's style of the run/walk (for me, it has been 2/1) helping or hurting me? Or, another way to frame the question--does it really matter running the distances straight through?

I'm not a lot faster by solely running, maybe I shave a minute or two off of the total times for three or four mile runs. Both the run/walk and the straight run feel basically the same while being completed and after, because I usually run at a faster pace when I know I have a break coming after only two minutes. When I know I am supposed to run the longer distances nonstop, I hold back until the very end when I know I will make it.

I don't have the data to compare the longer runs yet. Truth be told, though, we have been doing the longer runs with our group from Fleet Feet, who only run/walk. If that remains the case, it raises another question, too--should I attempt to run the Cherry Blossom straight, without actually technically training to do that? Perhaps I physically will be ready, but mentally will I be prepared?

It is a conundrum.


Time: 46 minutes
Place: Roland's Trail Run
Weather: 40s
Distance: 4 miles
Feeling: Another day, another run...
Overall grade: C-

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Too Much Time

This is evidence that I have too much time on my hands. I spent a couple hours baking red velvet cupcakes from scratch.... made the yummy cream cheese frosting from scratch... and then I applied the decorations. Arguably a fun activity and even a kind gesture, sure... but I barely even know Dana. You'd think from the picture that it was a dessert for a ten year old, but she's actually my age. I just got a little carried away...




Time: 4.5 x 800s
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: 68 degrees
Distance: 3.3 miles
Feeling: Nice to be outside!
Overall grade: C

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I'm All For CRAZY!

This seemed a bit crazy to me at first read. However, I bet if more people had the same type of fear put into about all subjects, we'd definitely see a more expedient pace in changing our world. By that measure, I find it gutsy... smart... inspiring. Please, Mr. Gates, carry on!


Time: 21 minutes
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: 40s
Distance: 2 miles
Feeling: Puppy pulling!
Overall grade: B

Sunday, February 8, 2009

WWSD?

Steph and AJ went to the Bahamas this weekend. When they left, I was given the keys to AJ's car, an incredibe act of trust. Steph was the key negotiator in making this occur, motivated because she did not want me to miss my long run over the weekend, an eight mile adventure through the hilly terrain at the Loch Raven Reservoir in the wee hours of Sunday morning.

I set the alarm. I got up and was in the car driving along in plenty of time... except that I forgot I was the one driving. Wrong turn here, missed exit there, as easy as counting to three I was lost, adding about twelve minutes to the time it took me to get to the starting point of the run. I watched my group run past as I drove to the parking spots on the hill. Strike one.

I thought I knew where they were going. We had done the same course last week. A mile up, a mile back, three miles to the dam, three miles back. I figured if I started running the mile up, I would see them running back and I would shave a mile off my run... I'd run seven instead of eight, but that was still a good distance and I'd stay on track with the mileage for the week. Running, running, running... I went the whole mile without seeing them. Strike two.

I turned around at the end of the road and headed back, starting my second mile. My group was from Fleet Feet, where they do the Galloway program. I'm part of the slow group, running 2 minutes, walking 1, averaging 12 minute miles. I knew I wasn't capable of running those hills straight for seven more miles. I knew that given the chance after running for a while, I would walk as much as I wanted. I didn't have a watch. Was running the eight mile course with no company, no music, no watch, and no way of regulation of steps even worth it? I'd even have to approximate mileage based on last week. Surely, trying was something for which I should be credited. It seemed like a valid strike three, but my mind kept coming back to this question--

What Would Stephanie Do?

I didn't have to ask. There is no way that Stephanie would have stopped running, or accepted any of those excuses. Barring a broken bone, there would not have been a reason to quit without doing the entire course.

So I kept going... I counted steps, hitting between 120 - 160 running steps to every 30 - 60 walking steps. It was a completely inaccurate adaptation of the program, but one that kept me running the 66% of the time. During the most difficult stretch of the course, I crossed paths with my group--they were headed down hill and I was headed up. A guy from the group joined me for the last few miles; I was grateful for the company and another form of regulating steps. Even though he didn't have a watch either, he kept me running until the end.

Guilt, pride, satisfaction played a part today in getting about eight miles logged in... and Stephanie was happy I did it, which made me happy, too.


Time: about 1:35
Place: Loch Raven/Ness Monster Run
Weather: 40s
Distance: about 8
Feeling: Guilt is a very powerful motivator.
Overall grade: around a B

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Hostile Takeover?

With all the talks about the faltering economy, hopelessness for finding sustainable peace, and roadblocks to changing the world, this article is worth a read. I pawsed and was forced to giggle!


Time: 45 minutes
Place: Pikesville
Weather: 30s
Distance: about 4
Feeling: New routes always seem harder than the ones I know.
Overall grade: B

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I Am Not A Runner Yet...

Since the start of the year, I have run 47.23 miles, or just about the distance from Stephanie's house in Baltimore to the Capital Building in Washington, DC. Most of those miles have been logged in for my training program for the Cherry Blossom Run in April. All of those miles have been logged in with Stephanie by my side. While my attitude has improved so that I am not always kicking and screaming at the thought of getting out there, I am convinced that I wouldn't have made it outside of Baltimore without her presence.

No matter how many times I go for a run a week, or how many miles I accumulate, I do not consider myself a runner. I struggle with every run. I need to convince myself that it won't be horrible to go, whether it is two miles or seven. While running, I tease myself that if I can make it to that point that I can stop the painful process of dragging my feet forward at a quick sloth's pace. I haven't found in the long or the short run the runner's cadence where I can work out stuff clogging the spaces of my brain or set free things that my heart needs to release. Often I am concentrating on those steps, and whatever area of my body is the most painful at that moment. At the end of the run, I always love that moment that I can sit down, thankful the torture is over. I always wish I could have felt less out of shape and moved just a bit faster. My favorite part of the run is the long, hot shower or bath that follows. A close second is eating something sweet that seems overly justified.

I'm not going to stop running. I'm curious as to whether it will ever get easier or more enjoyable... if I'll get in better shape... if I'll become faster and better able to handle a five mile run without my mind tripping out at the distance. I'd like that to happen... I'd like to make running a habit, but I'm not silly enough to think that I am there yet.


Time: 48 minutes
Place: Pikesville
Weather: 20s
Distance: 4.1 miles
Feeling: Could this be getting easier?
Overall grade: B

Monday, February 2, 2009

'I Got 99 Problems, but a BUSH Ain't One!'

On the night of President Obama's first day in the Oval Office, a party was held to celebrate the people who had put months of their lives on hold to make that day a reality--the campaign staff. It was a chance to show appreciation using the resources a new president has at his disposal--big stars, heroes of the campaign, and the newly sworn-in officials themselves. We were entertained by Arcade Fire and Jay Z. We were thanked and complimented by Kal Penn, David Plouffe (Campaign Manager, commonly thought of as a superhero in these circles), and Joe and Jill Biden. They enthralled us with statistics of what our work had created--including over 5,000 neighborhood teams hosting over 13,000,000 volunteers (a record by any standard of poltical campaigns), thousands of visits from speakers on behalf of the campaign, and, ultimately, 365 electoral votes.

The main act, of course, was when President Obama and the First Lady took the stage. Obama spoke without a script, because he knew the message he wanted to convey. A community organizer at heart, he understood that the many people gathered in that room were responsible for record turn outs showing support on election day. He also knew of the sacrifices that people made--big ones that were known and the little ones never discussed--to be a part of his journey which had led to that moment. He conveyed his pride in all of us, his thanks, and his hope that all of us would continue to work for the goals for which we advocated on the campaign in whatever path that brought.

At the end of the night, walking out the door meant the festivities were over and the days would turn to work. I said goodbye to friends with whom I shared a unique experience no one else quite understood, but a common connection that became more distant every day. There was no denying that we were returning back to our own worlds where my own path is still so uncertain, as is that of so many with whom I worked... and yet my heart remained in a dream. This experience has already created in me a passion to which I want to continue to grasp tightly.

During the campaign, I became obsessed with FiveThirtyEight, a fantastic political blog that tracked polls surprisingly accurately and appreciated campaigns by crediting the work of organizers. They reported on the ball. It's the best version I've read, and, if you follow the link, you can read about where I 'stole' my entry's title.


Time: 30 minutes (Tempo)
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: Mild Cold
Distance: 2.6 miles
Feeling: I can see the attraction to this kind of run...
Overall grade: B

The Spirit of the Day

Despite the passage of time that seemed much slower than I anticipated, the culmination of my obsessive behavior for the last nine months was here at last. Unlike other events where my role had been a spectator, this outcome was certain. It was the day for which I, and as it turned out millions of other Americans and citizens of the world, had been waiting--20 January 2008, the Inauguration of President Barack Hussein Obama.

Surrounded by thousands of people gathered to share a common experience and carrying in my heart the pure thrill of hundreds more with whom I worked so hard in partnership to make this day happen, I stood and breathed. I listened and cheered. I was swooped into a mob of goodwill, pushed to enter the gates of a new freedom.

There isn't a shortfall of accounts describing the particulars of the day. The crowd size, the tone and word choices of the speech, the glamor of the outfits have been well documented. Even the 'Purple Ticket Gate of Doom' and the lines at every corner to enter the Youth Ball live in legend. There were disappointments and aggravations, mostly small, throughout the course of my day that spanned twenty hours. At the end, though, they meant very little. They are not what I will remember.

Months prior, in my New York apartment I had watched Barack Obama deliver his speech after losing the New Hampshire primaries. I was dismayed as the results were reported, especially after following the polls and the press beliving that Obama would win by eight. Instead of concentrating on what must have felt bitterly disappointing, Obama chose to empower his supporters to keep believing in the inspiring idea that we are called to act to make our country better. It was when 'Yes We Can' became the mantra of 'a chorus of millions of voices calling for change.'

I stood in between the reflecting pool and the capital for the Inaugural Ceremonies, a small part of the realization of those words. In a time that can rightfully be called troubled, the new president implored us to 'pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off' and work together to bring better tomorrows. Feeling the pride of empowerment, the anticipation of a new era, the satisfaction of being present, the day sprung a spirit of hope eternal for me and those who made the journey. The possibilities are only beginning.



Time: 32 minutes
Place: The Paved Park
Weather: 46 degrees! with 12 mph winds
Distance: 3 miles
Feeling: Winds make a difference...
Overall grade: B-

Friday, January 30, 2009

Two Good Links

Here's a story providing a sense of local flavor of my turf for the campaign from The New York Post. It should be kept on file for all future saps--I mean, field organizers--sent there in the future.

This is the write-up for the Caroline Kennedy Gathering in the Villages from the largest local newspaper, The Ocala Star Banner.


Time: 84 minutes
Place: Loch Raven/Ness Monster Run
Weather: Coldish
Distance: 7.1 miles
Feeling: Push! Push! Push!
Overall grade: B

Back in Time, Part III

A Window Into My Campaign Trail--
A Pack of Cats Like No Other

(the story concludes...)


The event was either going to be fantastic with very few snags or horrible with nothing but bumps. In my mind there was no peace; to say that I wasn't worried would be a revisionist view of history. I did have faith--a lot of faith--in the community of volunteers that had been built during the prior three months. I knew that this was their moment to shine, to show the national and local campaign staff, the Villages naysayers, the press that while we were grossly outnumbered in support in the Villages, we were enthusiastic, professional, and present. We were definitely worthy of a front page story.

I called my team leaders and they called their phone tree of volunteers. By 1:15 pm, greeted by a line that had been in place for over an hour inside the Savannah Center, 48 volunteers showed up. Paulette wasn't anywhere to be found; my Regional Field Director was lost in the maze of the Villages roads. I knew my volunteers best--their personalities, their commitment, their leadership styles. We held a meeting and I assigned them to roles with captains. I set them free to be the ambassadors of the campaign and their neighborhoods.

While I ran left and right completing last minute details and discussing the flow of the afternoon with the Villages and campaign staff, the volunteers took ownership of their roles. Parking Attendants filled every last legal spot with stickered Obama golf carts and cars in the lot until the police closed it off. Line Captains worked the line that had wound through the building and around the entire perimeter of the building in the heat, passing out stickers, candy, and water. Ushers kept a careful account of how many entered the room after the doors opened and sat people in an orderly fashion until all the seats were gone. The Villages Event Staff never had to be called.

Two of my volunteers, Bill and Walter, worked with the Villages Recreation Staff on a regular basis through the Housing Development Association. They served as my troubleshooters; already having a relationship with the guys in charge certainly helped. Walter helped all of us realize that now that the event was in progress, everybody wanted the same result. In front of every area media outlet--print and television alike--the campaign and the Villages both wanted the day to run smoothly, making as many people feel included and happy as possible. When the line was still wrapping around the building even after 500 people had been let for seating and standing room only, Bill intervened with the Fire Marshall. The Fire Marshall agreed to let 100 more people in, then 100 more and continued to do so until the final cap was at 1050. Over 1000 people gathered at a Villages recreation center to see a Democratic surrogate--it is not an exaggeration to say that this was a monumental and historical first for the Villages Democrats.

When Caroline Kennedy arrived, despite being over an hour behind schedule, the room erupted in thunderous applause. She spoke for only 12 minutes to people who had waited over four hours to see her. It didn't matter. The exuberant pride and joy that people felt was palpable. People looked to their left, to their right, over their shoulders, realizing that they were in it together. They no longer had to feel like the outsiders.

People often ask me what my proudest moment was during the campaign, expecting that I will say the moment I heard MSNBC announce that Florida had turned blue. Surprisingly, it's not; this event holds that prize for me. It was here when I watched the community that we worked so hard to create and maintain through the ups and downs of those months flourish and knew that beyond the election it would remain in tact. We got our front page article in The Daily Sun, and in almost every other local paper as well, but the Villages Democrats walked away with so much more.


Time: 38 minutes
Place: Paved Park/ Steph's Front yard
Weather: Warmer than it looks, but still icy.
Distance: 4 x 800s, .5 mile warm up
Feeling: Still got a long way to go...
Overall grade: B-

Ode to the Fast and Patient

I have always been the slow one. It matched my name. It matched my wishy-washy commitment to training. It matched my attitude. Even if I wanted to run faster, I found that I was too out of shape to go very far... and so there I always was as the caboose of the running train, sometimes irritated, sometimes complacent, mostly counting steps until the torturous exercise was over.

Today, in conditions that I never could have been convinced to run in a year ago, I found myself in an odd, uncomfortable position. At Fleet Feet, running in normal slow group but with new people, I was the FAST one. Let me repeat that craziness--I WAS THE FAST ONE! And it was horrible... We ran two minutes and walked one (as we always do, as the owners of the store and leaders are big fans of the Galloway program) at a pace that was averaging 17 minute miles. Seriously, most people walk faster than that, and it was five minutes slower than the slowest run/walk pace we have ever run in our group (hills included). I was cold, barely raising my heartbeat, barely breaking a sweat. I couldn't stay with my group; as soon as I knew where I was going, I 'sprinted' off. The total run experience was more irritating, more frustrating, more torturous than ever being left behind.

To all of my running partners of present and past who have taken strides that are quicker or longer, and often times both, but opted to run slower with me, I clink my running shoes to you. In all runs, I realize, there is more than merely getting out there. Little did I know how much you pushed aside to run by my side. The steps are always easier with you there, and I am grateful your company and encouragement. But before the frustration mounds, I encourage you to allow me to watch your swift and graceful motion slip away. I'm slow, I know, so I'll just be a bit behind.


Time: 40 minutes
Place: Pikesville
Weather: Dark and Icy!
Distance: 2.3 miles
Feeling: Did I even break a sweat?
Overall grade: D

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Back In Time, Part II

A Window Into My Campaign Trail--
A Pack of Cats Like No Other

(the story continues...)


I didn’t know what to expect from the event. The timing was difficult—Senator Biden had a rally in Ocala the day before and that had to take precedence. Our regional team, my boss and the other field organizers, were over the moon to actually get Biden in our area; all hands were on deck for making the rally an overall success. My volunteers spent their call time in the days prior building for Biden. One day out, after we returned from Biden’s packed rally, my local field office was empty. I spent the remainder of my day solidifying details at the Savannah Center. In the five days we had known about Caroline Kennedy's gathering, not a single phone call was made out of my office solely to invite people to attend.

Looking back, we did nothing spectacular to guarantee a crowd. I sent an email to my volunteers. Details ran in the local papers, and even The Daily Sun mentioned that Caroline Kennedy was coming (albeit not on the front page). Most powerfully, though, I set the retiree grapevine loose—a major national surrogate was coming to their stomping grounds. Even more unbelievably, it was a member of the American Democratic Royalty who they had first seen as a little girl standing next to her beloved father. Because of who the speaker was, the significance of the location and the national temperature for the election, it created the perfect storm and this event built itself. There were no questions that we were going to fill the allotted 400 seats; the real question was how many people would we turn away.

My sole responsibility for the event was to fill every single seat; beyond that, all decisions were someone else’s call. The campaign had assigned Caroline Kennedy an advance staff to iron out the kinks. The advantage for me was they insure all aspects were positioned to Ms. Kennedy’s liking. The disadvantage was that they were unfamiliar with the politics of the locations and, in this case, the budget of the event. My advance team staffer, Paulette, arrived like a hurricane. She was dressed in bright turquoise over-sized straw hat covering rumpled long blonde hair, a Goofy t-shirt about a size too small, sandals, and an explanation of lost luggage. She came in with self-perceived bright, amazing ideas, talked a mile a minute combining demands with flattery, monopolized five and six hours of time for every meeting, and then flitted away to do another event. Paulette would leave one impression with the campaign scheduler and state staff, another with the Villages, and yet another with me. When the Villages staff changed their minds about the possibility of one of her brilliant ideas or when my Regional Field Director was told from higher up the chain that those ideas were not going to be funded, Paulette was gone. I was left alone to make the decisions—a daunting task considering I didn’t actually have the power to make any.

Paulette, the Villages event and recreation staff, and I met the morning of the event. The main reason for the meeting was to meet the Fire Marshall; the Villages staff was worried that our event would violate fire code because of the number of people who would want to attend. We had a strict order that we had to count the number of people who came in the doors of the grand ballroom—after 600, no more people could enter. It was at that moment that the Villages Staff also decided to spring one more snag into the operation—according to the finest print of our contract, at any point should a Village staffer decide that our event needed to be managed by professionals, they would call in their event staff, adding significant extra cost to the already high rental fees. Seemingly cooperative but highly suspicious of our ability to handle the inherent circus that this would be, they raised concerns over the entrance line, parking, seating, and overflow. Paulette just shrugged it off, spewing off a dozen or so things I for me to do in the interim instead, but sirens went off inside my head. I was keenly aware the campaign would not pay for any more expenses. I asserted we had volunteers who could help us—as many as 50 who were just waiting for my call who would help me manage the event. The number and my confidence, masking my terror of more bills, seemed to satisfy the Villages staff for the time being, though they didn’t hesitate to remind me that their event staff was already on-call.

I left the meeting at 11:30 and I needed to be back to at 1:00 with 50 volunteers on hand. There was only one small glitch. I had scheduled only seven to help with the event.

(story to be continued...)


Time: 21 minutes (Run 2/Walk 1)
Place: Steph's Front Yard
Weather: Snow fallin'
Distance: 1.83 miles
Feeling: Steep hills induce shortness of breath.
Overall grade: B-

Back In Time, Part I

A Window Into My Campaign Trail--
A Pack of Cats Like No Other

“We want the front page! We want the front page!” shouted a chorus of hundreds. It wasn’t the usual political chant you might have heard at a typical political rally; there were no repetitions of a ‘fired up’ ‘yes we can.’ The volume, the statement told the story of how far these gathered Obama supporters had come--in this unlikely story found in The Villages, located in central Florida, they demanded to be heard.

The Villages is the home of some 70,000 retirees, mostly imports from the Northeast and the Midwest, spanning over three counties in central Florida. It is a manufactured community, complete with two town squares (designed by the Universal Studios architect responsible for creating Main Street USA), man made lakes, row upon row of identical one story ranch homes, and guarding gates (that for most places open freely). The residents move here for the ambiance the development both creates and suggests-- easier, friendlier, breezier life of retirement. Villagers agree almost unanimously that the lifestyle they gain cannot be matched anywhere else, with the countless pools and recreation centers, 34 golf courses, and the boasted 1,000 daily activities occurring. It is “America’s Friendliest Hometown!”

And yet for the Democrats who live in the Villages, they find themselves constantly wading through unfriendly waters. Developer and CEO Gary Morse is one of the largest contributors to and fundraisers for the Republican party in the state of Florida, and he does not hesitate to rigorously promulgate his influence. The official radio station carries FOX News, and the development advertises for new residents on the FOX News cable station. The newspaper The Daily Sun, produced solely by the development, reads with an undeniable bias. Democrats steered clear of politics at dinner parties, avoiding ‘outing’ themselves as holding beliefs against the majority. Privately, they complained in 2004 that the tires on their golf carts may have been slashed if it bore a Kerry/ Edwards sticker. It was the popular belief that Democratic attention from a national or statewide campaign would never be given to the area and, while Villagers campaigned for Democratic candidates actively locally through their clubs, they needed to concentrate outside of the development if there was to be any success. As created, the Democratic efforts would always wane in comparison to the Rebuplican's iron fist.

The Village Democrats were not wrong in their assessment--never before had the Democratic party given any serious attention to the counties where the Villages are located; after all, they went 17 points for Bush’s favor in 2004, and the Villages went 2 to 1 for Bush. It was an unlikely spot for a Democratic field organizer to be assigned. But there I was—at first, part of a team of three covering these three counties and, by October, one of a baker's dozen. My sole responsibility was the Villages and its immediate surroundings. I was told it would be a ‘unique’ experience, similar to ‘herding cats.’ Some of the people with whom I would work were already Democratic activists; because there was not a primary in Florida, none of them were likely to be familiar with the philosophies of the Obama campaign. My job would be to harness their energy to follow the strategies of this campaign. Despite my surroundings, I was responsible for the same number of votes as each of my colleagues in Miami, Orlando, anywhere in the sunshine state.

For four months I worked alongside the Villagers. I started with a small group of fourteen on the town square’s Starbucks, but quickly grew. By mid July, the Villagers for Obama had an organizational meeting that had over 60 attendees, the largest in the region by a landslide. We continued recruiting; people found our offices (unlike the Republicans, we could not afford an office on the town square, so we were located just outside the Villages in the city of Lady Lake); friends asked friends to join the movement. Our numbers, in terms of voter contact, were solid; we were throwing house parties, hand delivering postcards to undecided voters, reaching our goals. We hosted two events at a local restaurant with national surrogate speakers that were filled to the limit. By September, we had more than 200 active volunteers, making on average over 5000 phone calls a week to voters in the area.

Now, six days before the election, the crowd had gathered for an event labeled, “An Early Vote Gathering with Caroline Kennedy,” held at the Savannah Center in the heart of the Villages. It was the only space able to be secured that could hold the upwards of 500 people. It was also the only space the Villages Corporation allowed the Tri-County Democratic Club to rent, the most expensive space and one of two places in the development where people could visit freely without a Villages ID.

(story to be continued...)


Time: 35 minutes (Run 3/Walk 1)
Place: Hilly Quarry
Weather: Cold
Distance: 3.0 miles
Feeling: This could have been worse.
Overall grade: C+