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East Coast Greenway cyclists arrive in Titusville, Florida

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

East Coast Greenway cyclists ride to Daytona Beach, 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.

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79 miles and let’s just round up to 80

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

East Coast Greenway – Hellooooo Georgia!

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.

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The Vestal XXK Re-run

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

Whole30 Take 2

 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

Whole30: Days 22 through 26 and Hello Gumby

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.

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Whole30: Days 18 through 21

There is no data recorded during Whole30.  No counting calories on a small notebook tucked under important paperwork in the office.  No scale watching.  No visits to Bed Bath & Beyond to test drive a new scale. No sneak trips to the Doctor’s office just so the nurse can give you a weigh.  No trying on every pair of pants for a before-n-after comparison.  No Excel pivot tables with accompanying pie charts spitting out trend analysis of macro nutrient consumption.  No spinning through back entries of your FitBit with a ‘those-were-the-days’ reflections on when you once collected such data.  No measuring tapes, no more Google-calorie-food-checks, because the management of food data has been handed over to the Internal Affairs Department. Continue reading Whole30: Days 18 through 21