Monthly Archives: February 2012

Morning Spring Up

It’s not spring but we are having spring like weather. I catch myself every morning looking out the window to see what is popping up.

Robins? No.

Crocus? No.

Snowdrops? Yes.


That’s right, I have been looking out the window every morning since January judging the amount of light in the early morning hours. While others are still snuggled under their comforters, I’m hoping it’ll be light enough to make it my last run on the treadmill.

I love the four seasons. I love the snow. I just wish that we didn’t lose all of our early morning daylight at the same time. Despite what Punxsutawney Phil said, spring is coming. I see the sky getting lighter every morning.

There isn’t as much light as I need to run 3 or more miles. But I just might be able to seek out A mile.

Watch out, the runner’s high is going to be unbearable that day.



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Lead a horse to water

You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.

You can teach me what I must eat but I have to chose to eat it instead of crappy fast food.

You can tell me how much I need to exercise but I have to chose to get up out of bed to do it.

You can lead me to the water. But I have to chose to drink it.

It is all on me. I HAVE TO DO IT. You can support me. You can lead me. You can teach me. You can praise me. But unless I do it, it won’t be done.

It is time for this horse to start drinking the water.


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A Snowy Paradise

If there is no snow, you’ve got to go!
To the snow that is. Sunrise on Lake Superior.

When you have to go… You hope one of theses beauties shows up on the trail. Porta-potty intersection on Trail 452.

Everyone wants to go to the beach on vacation. So do we! Whitefish Point, Lake Superior, MI

These waves are so cool, four can hang ten at the same time.

I hope you weren’t looking for a place to park your car.

How far is it to home? Can I run that far? Probably not even in a whole year.

I spend all winter hoping and praying for snow. After a few days in Paradise, I’m satisfied. Bring on spring and all that barefoot weather!

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Barefoot Shoe Photo Shoot

These are my new shoes. They are Merrell Life Serene Gloves.


Blah. It seems like everytime I take pictures of my feet/shoes for this blog, I’m at work (on lunch, of course). The result is mundane. I’m jealous of those barefoot pictures with stunning backgrounds.

If I could magically transport my feet (port key? floo powder?) to an awe inspiring location for the photo shoot, my feet would go here…


Except, these shoes aren’t very practical in two feet of snow, in temperatures hovering near the zero mark. The open top that allows for easy slip on might lend to frostbite in extreme northern climates.

Thus, I had better think of a more fitting backdrop for modeling my shoes, such as…


Although, these shoes are comfortable enough to be worn anywhere, especially without socks, this photo is an inaccurate depiction. Because, if my feet were at the beach, they be dressed like this…


I purchased these shoes to be my business casual, barefoot shoe. It’s likely that these shoes will traverse all their miles in locations such as this…


Just right for the rat race in the city.

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In The Morning

This is how I see myself in the morning, on the treadmill, barefoot.


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The Suckage

I haven’t written much about running lately because I’ve been keeping my mileage under 2 miles in the last 5 weeks. It’s hard to come up with something to write about because just as soon as my gears get greased, I’m turning off the treadmill.

It’s double suckage running.

The First Suckage
I committed myself to increasing my distance at a very slow rate after taking December off. However, that doesn’t prevent me from desiring the exhaustion that only a five plus mile run can deliver. It doesn’t hinder the craving for the sweat and calorie burn I get from running. It doesn’t stop me from wanting to spend an hour performing mental mathematical computations during a run to determine the speed needed to travel the a certain distance in the time allotted, to determine how a speed increase or high intensity interval might affect my completed mileage, or how many feet in elevation I may have climbed. (I have never calculated that. It just sounded cool.). The point is I want to run farther so it really sucks that I am not. Therefore, most of my runs suck.

The Second Suckage
I’m not sure if it as age thing or just a running thing, the first mile always sucks. It seems like no matter how much I warm up before hand, that first mile sucks. I don’t have any adrenaline to ease my aches and pains. I don’t have any endorphins to lift my mood. I don’t have any sweat to wipe from my brow. So, if my mileage is less than two miles, more than 50% of my run sucks. If I can run farther, the percentage of suckage greatly decreases with every passing mile. Only ten percent of my run will suck on a 10 mile run.

So, the double suckage explains why on Saturday when I was given free reign of the treadmill that I ran 3.6 miles instead of only 2 miles. That’s a 46% reduction in suckage based on the first mile sucking and 100% reduction in suckage because I got to run farther than I should have.

Ya know, some runs just don’t suck.


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During the summers of my youth, a family from a nearby town rented the cottage next to my best friend’s house on Pine Lake. They had a boy the same age as us and he brought his best friend with him. My best friend, Kim, hung out with them, swam with them, and water skied with them every summer. By the time we were seniors in high school, I became friends with them also, and somewhere along the line they started calling me Moolah. They even selected the graduation card they gave me because it said Moolah on the inside, as in, here is some Moolah for the graduate, but that isn’t what the name meant.

I want to claim that I don’t remember why they started calling me Moolah but, sadly, I must admit it is selective memory loss. It’s a memory forgotten to preserve my dignity. If I ever write a letter to my 16 year old self it will start with “Don’t do such embarrassing things! You will cringe when you recall it. Every time. Forever.”

I suspect that I earned the name Moolah by trying to be just like one of the guys. I probably made an attempt to wrestle or take down one of the two guys on one of those late summer evenings in July. Don’t misunderstand, I had no designs on these guys. Well, it’d be more accurate to say I never once believed they could have any interest in me. So, my actions were akin to stating that I realized we were just like brother and sister. A poor teenage self esteem makes you do the dumbest things. I’m guessing that the girls from their school never acted like I did. So, Moolah meant wild, freaky, aggressive, wrestling Amazonian-wanna-be woman or maybe 300 lb. Viking chick with a mustache and braids stronger than hemp rope.

Often, my iPod randomly selects a song from my RUN playlist entitled, Yetti Woman, produced by the genius but no longer existing Groove Spoon. This song paints the perfect portrait of who Moolah was. The lyrics while not very flattering are hilarious.

Yetti woman, you’re very large, Yetti Woman always in charge
Yetti Woman, run a brush through your back….

…Yetti woman is mean, Bad as Mean Joe Green.
Yetti Woman, you could push a three ton truck up a giant mountain hill, Yetti…

…Yetti kiss and tell but she played in the NFL, Yetti Woman…

Yetti Woman sample by Groove Spoon, November 1, 1992

Luckily, when this song pumps through my earbuds, I don’t cringe (anymore) at the memory it conjures. Instead, I open my arms to embrace it give it a grizzly-style, crushing hug. Yetti, she’s strong. Moolah, she doesn’t care what you think. Yetti, is mean enough to be tough when it counts. I’d guarantee that Moolah, the Yetti Woman, wouldn’t run in anything but her bare feet!!

Now when I accomplish anything significant, am feeling particularly strong, or just running in my bare feet, you can bet I throw my head back and with a guttural yell declare that I am Moolah, the Barefoot Yetti.


Psychic Gyration
Groove Sppon

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