Sunday, December 30, 2012

Twelve days of Christmas: 3,4,5,6

12/27/12, day three
3 miles

In Westport visiting the family. I peeled out for a quick run in the damp, foggy weather up Charlotte White road. Its good to be back, even under less than ideal circumstances (death in the family). Everything is wet. Moss covers the trees, the ground on the roadside is spongy, the brook I pass over is swollen above its banks and my jacket is soon covered with condensation.

12/28/12, day four
6 miles

“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view." Edward Abbey. I love the winding roads of this old town, and one of the most crooked of them is Drift road. You have to be on the alert running here, for there are no shoulders and quite a few blind turns. I run down to Hix Bridge and take in the sweeping views of the Westport River, watching the tide roll back to the sea.

12/29/12, day five
2 miles

Actually ran five on the trails at Weetamoo Woods, but I used up my five mile day already. I should rename this Yatzee running. Sleet forced me into a early retreat when I realized I had forgotten my hat at the house.

12/30/12, day six
7 miles

Snow! At least five inches, the heavy kind that clings to every branch. Ran past Hix Bridge to the the vineyards and back in my trusty Yak tracks. On my way back, a plow truck stopped alongside me, the window rolls down and a man with a long white beard and a giant pirate earring eyes me over. "There aint no school bus today, sunny, its Sunday" "Oh, I'm running" I say "What? G-d dammit, why? Who are you running from?"Awkward grin and forced chuckle from me. "Well, don't eat the yellow snow" he yells as he pulls away. Ah, thus speaks ancient Yankee wisdom.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

The twelve days of Christmas: 1,2

12/25/12, day one
four miles

Ran out to the Brridge on Christmas morning. A cold biting wind from the North and heavy clouds threatened a storm that never came. No traffic on Riverside, one other runner. Solitude in the city.

12/26/12, day two
five miles

A big loop mostly via Turkey's yellow trail. The air was cold, but still. Everything is so bright on the mountain in winter. Patches of ice out in the Arkansas. A thin coating over the ponds.

I recently cracked open Brandy's Imperial Sundae from Oklahoma's Mustang Brewing. This imperial porter tastes like a root beer float with a kick, a 9.2 abv kind of kick. It's a fairly sweet beer, but not sickeningly so. Good as a dessert drink.


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Running the 12 days of Christmas

While my knee healed faster than expected after Pumpkin Holler, motivation has dropped of the charts.  I hate to admit it lace up and head out the door is a bit of a chore these days. I've become adept at generating compelling reasons to stay inside in the morning. Not doing much of the epic riding that I envisioned either. I get out to Turkey for a trail run now and then, and ride an occasional loop around the Arkansas on lunch breaks. Yup.

But that's about to change, because I have a plan. The idea is simple: twelve days, start on Christmas with one mile and add one for each following day. You know, like the song. That's 78 miles total. Since we're traveling, I tweaked the rules a bit (cause I'm the boss) and can do the daily mileage out of order. For example I can run twelve miles on day three and one mile on day get the idea.

Ridiculous, I know, but maybe its exactly what I need to get out of this funk. And 78 miles should make up for all the extra liquid bread I'll be consuming over the Holidays.

Speaking of brews, Boulevard's Long Strange Tripel is a trip indeed! Sweet upfront, bitter and dry on the finish, with lots of complexity coming out as it warms.


Monday, December 17, 2012

My 12 favorite pics of 2012

Well its that time of year to look back and give thanks for an epic year, lest I forget. I limited myself to twelve pics (brb related) that seemed to best encapsulate the awesomeness that was 2012.
Castle Rock, Golden

Golden Gate Canyon Park, CO

Westport Harbor
Pumpkin Holler 50k, Tahlequah
Can't leave out the Brridge
Midsummer on Turkey; TATUR run

Sunset, downtown Tulsa.
Sunrise, Cocoa Beach
Running water on Turkey Mountain; a miracle!
Early Fall on Turkey Mountain
Oatmeal Stout in Nederland
My new running partner