We checked for frost — didn’t see any — then looked for ice – didnt see any of that either, so before we loaded suitcases onto the baggage truck, we reopened luggage and rummaged for more clothes. Socks became gloves, neckwear became hats, multiple layers of thin tees kept the core warm with proper thinking, and anyone with a winter jacket – was looked on with envy. Welcome to Florida! Continue reading East Coast Greenway cyclists arrive in Titusville, Florida
We departed St. Augustine on a leisurely pace, taking in the rich history of this city dubbed the oldest city in America. Taking extra care on the cobblestones, we weaved into a park square with cannons dating back to the 1500’s, and Christmas trees installed that morning, creating one more photo opportunity.
Continue reading East Coast Greenway cyclists ride to Daytona Beach, Florida
We departed the hotel at 7:15am sharp, and rode a brisk 6 miles to the quaint historic town of St. Mary’s, Georgia. We saw more egrets, pelicans, places designated as bird sanctuaries and not one coffee shop open for business. Patience is a practice, and there is always Fernandina Beach. Continue reading 79 miles and let’s just round up to 80
The heat and humidity are back. After two days of rides that felt as if we had made a detour to New England, today’s temperatures allowed us return to shorts and tee shirts.
We departed Jeckyl Island in one large group, and many of us spent the next six miles mesmerized by the marshland views and a tall majestic bridge in the backdrop get closer with hopes that it was not on our route. Collective wishful thinking worked, and we turned away from that man made mountain to head south. Continue reading Cyclists ride the East Coast Greenway to St. Mary’s Georgia
Good news made an appearance to our day starting at mile 0, when the predicted rains took a detour from our 54 mile route to Darien, Georgia. The temperatures were in the 40s and no one much minded because after 30 minutes in heavy traffic on a 4 lane highway, we veered off on rural roads with barely a vehicle — a fine Georgia gem!
Continue reading East Coast Greenway cyclists: Hinesville to Darien, and beyond
The lobby of the Fairfield Inn in Savannah, Georgia filled with 40 cyclists wearing high visibility orange, yellow and green clothing, and bicycles tricked out with the latest blinkies. The riders were anxious to begin the first leg of this WAY tour (Week-a-Year) from Savannah to Hinesville. While the final destination is set for Titusville, Florida — today’s ride was all about riding safe, as a group and resuming conversations exactly where we left off a year ago.
Continue reading East Coast Greenway – Hellooooo Georgia!
My distance running debut (beyond the high school track) – was on June 17, 1978 , at the Vestal XXK in Vestal, NY. The race organizers (Triple Cities Runner Club) and specifically Alan Jones, the Race Director at that time encouraged women to run distances previously frowned upon and it was an event where Kathrine Switzer — who famously ran the all-male Boston Marathon in 1967 — ran in 1971. Continue reading The Vestal XXK Re-run
I am now at day 52, or is it 53 of Whole30-who’s-even-counting-anymore when you are nearing Whole60? Several people who have never tried Whole30 have politely inquired if I am planning to stop this silly form of eating, consider attending a Whole30-Anonymous session, share something to the likes of “I have gone 52 days without eating toxic chemicals masquerading as food” to a hearty round of applause and nods before being assigned a buddy to help slowly wean me off of cauliflower and broccoli. Continue reading Whole30 Take 2
We’ve reached the finish line of 30 days of eating only whole foods, and I have to say, I am joining camp with those who have found this 30 day experiment to be life-changing. Continue reading Whole30: Days 27-30
I lay in bed, listening to the rain, re-adjusted the pillow to relax into a 10 minute yoga-fix-your-posture-pose, while browsing the latest headline news on my smartphone. With shoulders-freshly-aligned, I got up and immediately dropped that slippery phone, watching it hit the floor with a BAM. There, it mocked me, knowing creaky knees did not appreciate bending. I bent toward the floor anyway, waiting for joint resistance, and feeling none, continued the descent. There is always a limit to deep-knee-bends. Yet, something unusual was happening, as Team-Bend continued the downward descent. How low could one go? Feet flat, balanced, calf and hamstrings in rare embrace, I paused. Not because I couldn’t get back up — rather marveling, that 2 decades have passed since our last visit from the flexibility-gods.
Hello, Gumby. Continue reading Whole30: Days 22 through 26 and Hello Gumby