A Month of Halves

Half marathon on 4/20, half marathon on 5/5, half century (on our mid-life crisis da Vinci¬†“Grand Junction” tandem) on 5/19:gjr1mIf we keep this up we may begin to think we are a fit couple ūüôā

We drove down to Santa Fe this past week to take part in the Santa Fe Century, but we knew we wouldn’t be able to do the full 100 miles because we just have not had good riding weather through April and May for adequate training. ¬†Santa Fe was doing its usual windy May thing, so we got going around 6 AM to avoid to worst of the wind later in the day. ¬†Sure enough, every hour we were on the road the wind got worse . . . . ¬†and worse . . . .

The first 10 miles or so were downhill, unfortunately it was also along Cerrillos Road, lined with fast food joints and motels. ¬†The scenery improved after that, and became positively beautiful after we turned off Highway 14 onto the nicely paved Highway 42 (paved courtesy of the America Recovery and Reinvestment Act). ¬†DH assured me that what I called uphill was in fact just gentle rollers. ¬†Yes indeed. ¬†The first food stop on the 50 mile loop was at Galisteo village, where a nice gentleman told us that we needed to turn back to Highway 41 in order to head back to Santa Fe. ¬†A good thing to know, because had we gone the way we thought we were supposed to go, we would have ended up in Stanley and the 75 mile route — and I would have been one very unhappy stoker. ¬†Galisteo to El Dorado was not fun: the road was narrow at first, and of course, it was uphill. ¬†And uphill. ¬†And after Lamy Hill, it was still uphill (DH had done the century route 7 years ago, but apparently forgotten about this gentle incline). ¬†After which, we rode the last miles on I-25. ¬†Nothing like being tired, riding into the wind dodging shoulder junk, with trucks roaring by at 70 miles an hour ūüė¶

OTOH, we were done by 1030 AM, and boy was that breakfast at Zia Diner just the perfect post-ride meal!  20130524_143807Back home, the Poudre River is flowing!!

Conversation of the Day:

Me:  I like your soon-to-be AP English teacher!

The Teenager (looking very suspicious): Why?

Me: Now think about it.  Why would I like any of your teachers?

The Teenager: ¬†Because they’re mean?

Are You Smarter than a High Schooler?

What does it mean when the school district not only allows a sports event to take place on a school day — in this case, part 1 of the Class 5A Front Range League conference track meet — but also sanctions it being run well into the night (The Teenager did not get home until 9:30 PM)? ¬†And what does it mean when The Coach insists that all team members stay to the bitter end — presumably because Good Sportsmanship trumps academic demands?

Oh, wait a minute . . . .  this assumes the school district actually makes academic demands!

Silly of me to believe you cannot outrun ignorance.

How utterly futile of me to even write about this.  According to a National Assessment of Educational Progress report, only 32 percent of eighth graders could name an advantage Americans had over the British in the Revolutionary War, and just 22 percent of high school seniors knew that U.S. troops fought Chinese forces in the Korean War.

Obviously, whatever the question, whatever the issue, people prefer to belong to the majority!

Colorado Marathon 2013

It was because The Teenager’s godfather wanted to celebrate his 55th year by running the half marathon on May 5th, his birthday. ¬†So DH, being a good friend, agreed to be his running buddy, even though he would be running a second half marathon 2 weeks after the first. ¬†It was a good plan — until GF had to back out because he just could not get over his chest cold. ¬†And being a good spouse, I decided I just had to keep DH company, even if all I did was slow him down. ¬†DH, chugging along on the last mile (after I let him run ahead of me to the finish), is a sight to behold — rather like a large, sweaty teddy bear ūüôā

Still, 13.1 is 3.1 too long for me. ¬†I don’t care if 10 miles (or 10K) is a neither-here-nor-there sort of a distance; it is perfect for those of us who want to enjoy a run without actual physical discomfort. ¬†Although finisher medals are kind of nice to have:IMG_24781. ¬†It didn’t rain, or snow, or hail. ¬†Heck, it wasn’t even windy!

2. ¬†The travelling “cheerleaders”: four very enthusiastic girls who kept popping up every couple of miles to do miniature “waves.”

3. ¬†Porta potties can be wonderful things, even when ripe. ¬†Too bad we are now at the age when we need them on long runs ūüė¶

4. ¬†I don’t care if Lance Armstrong is in disgrace — I like those Stinger wafers.

5. ¬†Very low-key security for our local marathon. ¬†The Kenyans don’t come to this one either.

6.  The best race announcer, ever!!