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Adventurer & Storyteller

The Weather Initiative

[Political Parody, in case this needed to be said.]

Rosie O’Dare, a Senior Meteorologist at the National Weather Service accidentally uncovers the agenda behind the Make Weather Great Again Initiative.   Her role as a storm chaser and weather scientist is recast to one of a graphics editor — PhotoShopping radar images of epic storms into Sunny-Day PowerPoints — for storms targeting Resistance Cities.  Continue reading The Weather Initiative

Sand domes, fire ants and armadillos, OH MY!

Nearly a month after riding bicycles — through bouts of thigh-high ponding water, pouring rains, skinny shoulders, rumble-tumble-strips, the occasional trail, sand domes and fire ants, steamy temperatures, crossing busy highways, pelotons and caravans, dead armadillos, live alligators, bearded goats standing-on-sheds, getting lost, getting found, southern hospitality, hot towels and fresh cookies, high-octane metabolisms, daily ice cream, police escort thru the ‘Alley, hot showers in Savannah, and navigating conversations, potholes and vehicles — the memories are nearly as fun as the adventure.  Below are the cyclists, who thrive for the ride.  See you next year, ECG WAY mates!

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Wilmington NC to Savannah GA

East Coast Greenway:  Beaufort SC to Savannah GA

The complimentary breakfast at our Beaufort hotel buzzed with cyclists half-woke, half-dressed wearing a pungent o-dear that was reminiscent of yesterday’ ride, walking straight toward the make-it-yourself waffle iron, the trays of english muffins and miniatures dollops of peanut butter where peanuts were the last of a 12-ingredient list that began with the words ‘corn syrup’.   Today’s breakfast was our best by far — it included jellies that were close-enough to be considered fruit, and we slathered sugar-slime onto miniature brown and yellow muffins with more unrecognizable ingredients.  Someone cut in line, a fellow biker with mismatched socks, and we waited patiently while he grabbed a second slice of wonder bread mumbling “bless his heart”, because after all it was Day 6 of hard riding.  Everyone was growing weary, and that’s how one rolls in the south.

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East Coast Greenway: Charleston to Beaufort SC

We departed downtown Charleston, with our morning ritual perfected.   Drag luggage and bicycle to hotel lobby and park at the first open space making sure the other hotel guests had no access to the exits.  Load water-logged (from sweat / humidity) luggage onto the U-Haul truck.  Consume a Kind bar for breakfast.  The same Kind of bar that will be consumed over the next 7 hours, and wonder if that is really a Kind way to treat your body.  Check your bicycle lights, GPS navigation software, pump the tires and spin the wheels listening to the new whirring sounds that weren’t there before.  Seek out the ECG bike mechanic and decide he’s too busy helping others.   Decide to troubleshoot yourself.  Or at least with select members of your riding team, those without advanced bicycle mechanic skills.

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East Coast Greenway: Myrtle Beach to Georgetown SC

The morning ritual begins.  Rummage through your bag looking for dry shoes and dry clothes.  Wonder why all your clothes are wet, and realize the wet ones fused with the dry collection.  Do the sniff test.  Everything smells gamey.  Open the hotel door to check the outside temperature, and watch the humid steamy air roll in.  You feel your body temperature rise, and you instinctively wipe the steam off your forehead.  Close the door, fast.  Staying dry is out.  It’s all about the nose.  Choose the least gamey outfit and hope your bike-mates won’t draft too close.

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East Coast Greenway: Ocean Isle Beach NC to Myrtle Beach SC

After a long conversation with an Ocean Isle Beach native working the meat department at the town grocery, he assured me that not only are alligators good eating and taste like chicken, but they get ’em fresh from Georgia, which from my calculation was two states away.

Me:  Will they chase us on bicycles?
The Butcher:  Yes, ma’am.
Me:  You, mean, while we’re riding our bikes, they’ll come out and chase us?
The Butcher:  No ma’am.  Only when you stop.

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East Coast Greenway: Wilmington to Ocean Isle Beach NC

Whaaat?  You’re doing what?

We are East Coast Greenway.  Riding our bikes one week a year, to cover a segment of miles from Maine to Key West, FL – and this year, Wilmington NC to Savannah GA.   Riding the congested east coast, as pioneers, bringing visibility to what roadways need to be more bike-friendly and tour townships on segments that include bike trails and low volume roads.  The East Coast Greenway works with municipalities to form safe bike travels state-by-state – because who wouldn’t want to travel without a car?
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The Ottawa Marathon Preamble

A decision to run another marathon might include mulling the details of fitness, nutrition, volume running, long runs, speed-work, hill work, the course layout — is it flat? hilly? urban?  oh-natural? —  all of which require dedicated planning and training for 16 weeks prior to showing up.  Or, the decision might evolve from a chance meet at a running Expo, where two lovely Canadians sitting at a booth in Corning, New York, describe the views along the course, surrounded by the Ottawa River and the Rideau Canal,  the friendly spectators that line the course; while speaking with that pleasing French-Fargo  twang.  The ladies behind the Ottawa Marathon booth multi-tasked, handing out brochures, patiently explaining geography to Americans who were unclear if Ottawa was a city or a province, greeting other runners with more Bon Jour, and then describing croissants at the finish line.  I found myself mesmerized by their friendly Canadian vibe, losing all need to weigh the pros and cons of marathon training, and saying ‘why not? sign me up’.

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Recipe for Athletes: Cinnamon Almond Butter No-Bake Energy Mini-Bars

After many fueling experiments from my own marathon training and long distance bicycling, I’ve created an energy snack that doesn’t spike my sugar, keeps my energy level high, keeps my weight in-check, tastes great and REALLY is healthy.   So, if you’re wondering about consuming unhealthy sugary goo’s and drinks while you’re trying to stay fit — this recipe is for you.   Easy to make, no baking and REAL ingredients that sustain you.

  • it’s LOW in SUGAR
  • it’s high in HEALTHY fats and proteins
  • it will sustain your energy LONGER than the sugary goo’s

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Senior: Certified member

It took one week of Maryland sub-freezing temperatures,  an attempt to turn spring into winter, when I surpassed my cold-limit.  No desire to step outdoors, no desire to breathe with ice breath, no desire to layer up like the michelin man, no desire to go for a run.  Digging though a pile of sports bags tucked into a closet that rarely opened, the trifecta of swim suit, swim cap and goggles appeared, exactly where I left them years ago.  Swim gear that would transform to running gear.  Indoors.  At the deep end of the  county public pool.   Which required a pool pass.   Not for a day, not for a week.   An annual commitment.  And access to the pool is based on age.  I had aged considerably since my last pool appearance.   You’ll need a senior pass, ma’am, the grey-haired man behind the desk said, and when I realized that benefit came with a discount, I dropped the age-denier chirade. Continue reading Senior: Certified member