Friday 30 August 2013

Chi Chi and the greats

Can you believe it is the last weekend of August? While Calgary had severe flooding in June we have actually had a great summer. The lawn and flowers haven't loved the heat nor has sleeping been comfortable with the humidity. But here we are with a bright sunshine filled morning which hides the storm of last night.

Joy had me do a Tim's run this am and I didn't realize how strong that cell was that rolled through at 6 pm. A few of the big trees in the 'hood are down and covering our community. Now why couldn't the big poplar tree on the boulevard (the one that covers Sadie in saplings) been one of the victims?

Saturday looks like a terrific day for a trot so let's go back to the 'default' location of Eau Claire market and enjoy a scoot around the downtown. See you at 8 am. Thanks to the Makaroff's and Peter who followed the default rule! Too bad Joy and John didn't!
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So an argue err discussion ensued between Joy and me on the cause of our little Sadie starting to Snorfle this week. What is snorfling you ask? Our dog walker describes it as:

Snorfling is a combination of snorting and sniffling and is generally caused by little beasties in the nosal area, usual as a result of sticking one's nose where it doesn't belong. 
(definition from Darlene's Dictionary)
 
This might be a description that explains the angle of MY nose!
Does this look like a dog in distress?
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More to come but off to watch a bunch of old guys hit balls with Dave. Will we see Chi Chi?
 
They don't make them like this anymore...
 
 

Friday 16 August 2013

Sugary thoughts of a trip

Fridays in August are interesting. Work is getting done but it feels like vacation. Maybe it is due to the trip back to Ontario and a week of winding up the nieces at Canada's Wonderland and the Toronto Zoo. Sugar infused stops and enough deep fried food to feed a small country. Maybe work IS a vacation from the vacation? I wouldn't change a thing...

A couple of weeks ago Peter, Joy and me tried out Colour Me Rad, or Color Me Rad for those south of the border. Here is the before and after...not so bad but I think we took the easy route. Good luck this weekend to Tamara and others doing the Spartan Race on a motorcross track. I wonder if one of the challenges will be to avoid the bikes?




Hey, it's hot out there so I think trees are in order for the Saturday trot. Let's meet at the furthest west parking lot in Fish Creek of Shannon Terrace. To get there take Anderson Road to 37th Street. Turn left at 130 Ave and then your first right into the park. See you at the very end of the road at a crisp 8 am start.


We have quite a little group of peeps doing 1&1 run&walk over the last month led by Joy. If you have been shy of coming out as you fell off the bandwagon we may have a cure for you...


Friday 2 August 2013

Starrs, Streaks, and Strains


Hello my friends, it's great to see you. As I look across the Calgary skyline I see darkness as the south gets doused with rain. It must be a long weekend.

Long weekends are meant for fun and I think Joy and me are starting off right! Tomorrow we will miss the usual 8 am trot as we are off to Winsport and the first ever "Color Me Rad" (how un-Canadian of the organizers). We promise not to be quick over the five kilometre's and Joy hopes to keep her blonde hair blonde. Should I apologize to her now or after the streaks of rainbow attach to her locks?
Willie, Peter, and Jodi ready to tackle Nose Hill last weekend.
For those not joining us please do the usual Eau Claire default. If you are lucky like some you will meet Keifer, Matthew, or Demi. If you don't know who I mean you will have no chance getting lucky tomorrow morning. 
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We will continue our fun on Sunday as we join a plethora of Joy's boyfriends (I am merely the driver) at the Halo High Water fundraiser at the Jubilee. Paul (swoon) Brandt, and Jim (ahhh) Cuddy will keep my happy wife looking forward and for sure dancing in the aisles. Unfortunately the truly loved John (Johnny Reid) is playing the 'other' even on the 15th. Sorry Joy.
Joy tried to catch him but the crutches slowed her down
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I received notice that one of our friends has fallen to an injury bug. a repetitive injury has bit the leg once again. I suggested one cause but know the real reason...a missed OJ's Thursday night with the crew.

It reminded me of another friend who fell off the wagon but has found happiness once again. Thanks to April for sharing this many moons ago. From the New York Times...

get well PK.
When Repeat Injuries Can’t Dim an Athlete’s Passion
When Dr. Michael Joyner, an exercise researcher at the Mayo Clinic, heard I’d gotten a second stress fracture, high on my fibula, less than two years after recovering from my first one, in a metatarsal bone in my foot, he sent me some advice by e-mail.
 “I would urge you to take a year off of running,” he wrote. “Stop trying to rope-a-dope this. Cycle and do the elliptical and take some swimming lessons.” He added, “I did — took 10 years off of running and my perspective is different.”
Right. He’s got to be kidding. I am one of those people who seem to lurch from injury to injury but keep coming back to my sport. I also am a serious cyclist, but running is my true love.
I’m not alone. Margaret Martonosi, one of my running friends and an electrical engineering professor at Princeton University, is a runner and a competitive swimmer. Last year, she injured her Achilles’ tendon. She took a month off and finally saw a doctor, who told her that her running days were over and that at age 45, she really shouldn’t be running anyway.
That was “a bit incongruous,” Margaret told me, because she had just had her best times ever in the New York marathon and in a half marathon she ran while training for it.
She changed doctors.
What is the difference between Mike Joyner and athletes like Margaret or me? Or between us and the legions of others in the Joyner camp — people like Dr. Michael Weiner, an Alzheimer’s researcher who told me he used to run marathons but took up swimming when his back kept bothering him. Now he belongs to the Dolphin Club in San Francisco. He swims with them every morning at 5 a.m. in the San Francisco Bay — without a wet suit — and never looks back. Or Dr. Jason Karlawish, an associate professor of medicine and medical ethics at the University of Pennsylvania. He reluctantly abandoned running after he tore his meniscus, a crucial piece of cartilage in the knee.
“I was frankly demoralized that I’d be one of those people who ‘used to run’ and athletics would slowly become part of my past,” Jason said. It took time and effort to learn a new sport, he added. But now he loves swimming, especially, he says, the meditative aspect. “For 45 minutes, I can see little, hear only my thoughts, and talk to no one.”.
At least one expert, recommended by the American College of Sports Medicine for this column, would say we stubborn athletes have a psychological problem.
Our behavior, said the expert, Dr. Jon L. Schriner, an osteopath at the Michigan Center for Athletic Medicine, is “compulsive”: we let our egos get in the way, persisting beyond all reason.
But another expert recommended by the college, David B. Coppel, a clinical and sports psychologist at the University of Washington, has another perspective. There are several reasons some people find it hard to switch sports, he told me. Often, their friends do that sport, too; it is how these people identify themselves, part of their social life. And then there is another, more elusive factor.
“There is something about the experience — be it figure skating or running or cycling — that really produces a pleasurable experience,” Dr. Coppel said. “That connection is probably not only at a psychological level but probably also something physiological that potentially makes it harder for these people to transition to other sports.”
Jennifer Davis, a physical chemist who is my cycling, running and weight-lifting partner, adds another reason. Often we stubborn athletes — and Jen, an ultra runner who competes in races longer than marathons, includes herself in that group — have found that we do well, get trophies, win at least our age group in races. That makes it hard to stop.
My doctor, Joseph H. Feinberg at the Hospital for Special Surgery in Manhattan, says it’s not always necessary to give up a sport because of injuries.
“Some will say you need to stop,” he said. “But often correcting faulty mechanics, the right exercises or rehab, or just changes in training techniques are all that is needed.”
He knows what it’s like to have a passion for a sport. Dr. Feinberg, a runner, swimmer and cyclist, has had two stress fractures yet keeps running.
Meanwhile, Margaret Martonosi says her tendon has improved enough that she can run two miles five days a week. It’s not much, she said, but “I’ll take it.”
I too am starting to run again. I also did so much rigorous bicycling when I could not run that I am considering entering my first bike race, a 35-kilometer time trial, which means you ride as fast as you can for 21 miles. But running is still my passion.
And Mike Joyner? He went from running to swimming and is now doing triathlons. And he’s glad.
“Whenever I have switched sports it has been energizing because it is a new set of experiences and challenges,” he said. “There are new opportunities to P.R.” (The initials stand for personal record, the best time you’ve ever had.)
“Now that I am doing more running again it feels fresh, too,” he said, “and by essentially skipping 10 years, I did not have to deal with the existential death spiral associated with progressively slower times. I came back with a blank slate.”
Margaret understands that — her swimming times had leveled off, but with running, she says, “I feel in ways like I just started, and that I have a lot more to get out of the sport.” She says there might be a day when she gives up running, but she is not there yet.
But Mike will never convince people like Jen and me.
“I could give up cycling,” Jen said. “But I could never give up running.”