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2007/10/24 16:55 Finished third in our division! And yes, collective smart-asses, there were more than three teams in our division. Might have finished better but one of my teammates smacked a tree near the end of the mountain bike portion, broke his nose, and didn't feel up to biking anymore, so we had to walk it out the last several miles. We were the 3-male team For the Horde!
2007/09/24 19:21 I'm not sure how many of you have heard of Adventure Racing (like most things, there is an entry in Wikipedia..) but this weekend I will competing (and boy, do I use that term loosely..) in my first race. It will be a 6 to 12 hour race in the same state forest mentioned in the entry below.
It seems like the crowd here is growing more atheletic as the years go by. Is that really so, or am I just noticing it more, or are people more proud of it now?
2007/01/20 14:32 A few times a week I run in a state forest area around a half and hour drive from where I live. It is pretty standard Florida wilderness, with scrub-oaks, swamp maples and pines in the low areas, and palmetto and pine scrub where the land gets a little higher. A hiking trail runs through the woods, and I have picked out a run of around four miles or so. Last week a cold front, such as it was, pushed through, first dumping lots of rain and then hitting us with a cold wind out of the northwest. It was really quite exhilarating to get out in this weather, and I went for a run in the early afternoon.
While padding down the trail, which twists and turns around trees in a pleasant manner, I heard a loud crack, which, to my ears, was directly above me. I picked up the pace and dashed forward down the trail, but the sound something heavy crashing through the branches just seemed to get closer. Finally, a foot in front of my next step, a large, dead tree branch, some seventy-five pounds of rain sodden wood, thudded to the ground. Instead of running away from the falling branch, I was running directly into its path.
I stopped short and looked at it. And then I laughed, not long and hard, just a quick laugh, stepped over it, and continued down the trail. It would have surely killed me, but it didn't, so what more was there to be done about it?
I really hadn't given the incident much thought except in the most abstract sense. However, yesteday, at the office, an old man came in with some questions. He was in a pathetic physical state. Emphysima (and a pack of cigarettes in the breast pocket of his old flannel shirt) diabetes, chronic pain, high blood pressure, crutches are the short list of things he complained about.
I'll be forty soon, and am not at all the morbid sort. I am in better shape than most people half my age. I have done lots of things I intend to do before my time here is finished. If I had died there in the woods that day, I have done more living and been more places than most people do in two lifetimes, and I am not even half-done yet. But, if my health should ever fail me to the point of that poor, wreteched soul I saw yesterday, I hope I have the courage to wander into the winter woods of Wyoming some cold night and take my final sleep.
2006/12/11 09:07 Back from Boynton early this morning. It was a small little faire that tried very hard, but the weather, while not really cloudy, was fiercely windy. I think that kept the patrons away. Fortunately the festival was run by the city, so everyone got paid, and only the tax payers were out any money. Good thing I don't live there!
