weekend


27
Sep 14

A Saturday in Augusta

Woke up this morning and we went for a ride on the half Ironman’s bike course. It is a 56-mile counterclockwise loop that goes out of Georgia, into South Carolina and back. I rode the hilly part on the back half:

ride

The Yankee was driving along, making sure I didn’t miss any of the turns. She took that picture at one of them, and had I known she was going to do that I would have really leaned into the turn.

I saw several people training today, they’ll all be riding harder tomorrow. I’m just hoping to get up and over the slow, gentle climbs tomorrow. It felt pretty good today, but I only did about a quarter of the route, which seemed pretty fast.

Afterward, we got cleaned up and did the formal check in down town. We then walked from the convention center to the transition area. Walking was a mistake.

You can’t help where the civic center is in relation to where the logical places on the water — in this case the Savannah River — are relative to one another. On the way walking back up I measured the distance. It was 1.7 miles.

In between was where the swim will actually start, so The Yankee had to double back on her walk. When she finished her practice swim, she pronounced it nice and fast, I drove down to get her. So we’ve done more walking than we wanted and not enough eating today. Great way to prepare for a race!

On my walk back up from dropping off my bike in transition I noticed this:

Chronicle

That’s the back of the Augusta Chronicle, which is a fine paper. There was a large man loading his old, beat up car with some sort of publication. It was about 2 p.m., (I know because I was frustrated that I still hadn’t had lunch) so it was too late for the Saturday paper and too early for the Sunday issue.

Back behind him, and seen in that picture, there were two guys sitting on the equipment in the paper’s loading bay. Those aren’t seats, but they’ve probably been used that way for generations, the job done, the rest won, the pressure off the feet. Behind them is that billboard for the Chronicle’s tablet app.

Make of all of that what you will.

We parked near this mural. This is a part of a four picture arrangement, a quadtych, if you will. It is old and in disrepair and it wouldn’t have looked any better if it was still brand new:

mural

We had that late lunch, followed by an early dinner with lots of carbs. Tonight we’ll try to go to sleep early. Tomorrow, we wake up early.

Oh, I walked by this sign, too:

sign

Indeed.


21
Sep 14

Catching up

The weekly post of extra stuff, full of extras that haven’t advanced beyond the lovely level of stuff. Here’s the stuff, then.

Scary thought I had the other night in the parking lot, “Is it possible that I’m getting tired of Whataburger? Is that the reason I stood beneath that sign, watching it like it was flying away?”

sign

A few not-quite-wild brown-eyed Susans:

flowers

I believe this may be a thin-leaved sunflower that had just popped up in a walking path and was hanging on to the end of the season. Life finds a way:

flowers

Oh, just the most perfect pine cone in the world. At least this side of it was:

pine cone

I put new handlebar wrap on my bike. Looks great, was very frustrating to get on and will be dirty instantly. But, finally, my handlebars match the saddle. I pulled some of it out of place on my first ride with it this afternoon, but it rewrapped easily enough:

wrap

I call this one, The Colors of My Day:

road colors

I wonder what is down that path. Through the woods there is a saw mill. You could smell them chopping up old lumber this afternoon. Old lumber, I decided, has a more dull smell on a calm afternoon. The new, green, good stuff has that crisp bite in the nose. What was floating around today just made you want to sneeze. But what is down there?

path


20
Sep 14

Wooten 5K

My first thought was that the light at 6:30 is lovely. My second thought was that there shouldn’t be a 6:30 on a Saturday morning.

And if there must be a 6:30 on a Saturday morning, I should remain blissfully unaware of it.

Nevertheless, there we were. And by we I mean me and my running shoes:

shoes

We did the Marie Wooten Memorial Run today, a scholarship fundraiser. There were bananas:

bananas

And other snacks:

snacks

We saw our friend, the theater director, and another guy The Yankee knows from the pool, who is a librarian. The woman who was running with Dean Wooten the day she was killed was there to run, as were a lot of dogs. They need fuel too:

doggie bones

While we didn’t win place on the podium — we weren’t racing, though — The Yankee did win a hat as a door prize:

winner

And we posed with our friend, Emily, who ran with us.

pose

I ran home, another two miles and change, because why not? Yesterday I had a rambling ride through campus and town and the suburbs to put a simple 22 miles into my bike. Tomorrow I’ll have a longer ride. Now I’m going to watch football. This will involve a great deal of sitting. I’m OK with it.


14
Sep 14

Catching up

The Sunday post with pictures from throughout the week. These didn’t land anywhere else around here

Some of the azaleas just outside of my office, it is a lovely campus:

azalea

The student body went to the polls this week. Some 40 percent of them apparently voted on class presidents:

SGA

The venerable old live oak. I’ve always thought these branches look like a parenthesis. I always expect there to be some important text in between there each time I pass by:

oak

The Pie Day picture I forgot to share on Friday:

clink


13
Sep 14

On the sofa

I thought an early morning bike ride would have some romance: sleepy, empty roads, mystic lighting. So I set an alarm and almost got up right away. The Yankee was asleep. The town was asleep. I was asleep. I, like the roads, was also empty.

It was just a bit over an hour in the saddle, and I worked through five timed segments, doing neither particularly well or particularly poorly on any of it. I worked my way through downtown and into the western outskirts. The sun turned from yellow to bright — and there is a difference if you’re awake early enough.

Early enough being a relative term, granted.

Later in the morning, at home, The Yankee read me this story:

After working with a fraternity brother to design her engagement ring, Clayton turned to another friend, an Alabama grad, to brainstorm the perfect proposal.

In the end, only one place in the world made sense for Clayton to ask the most important question of his life.

Nick Saban’s office.

He hid in the bathroom. His fiancee, a hostess, was sent in to polish up bling for some visitors. He comes out with a ring of his own, from the bathroom, where there are apparently snacks and he had some and … people do curious things, don’t they?

She read me the story and showed me the video — of course there is video — and I am chagrined I didn’t think to use Gene Chizik’s office. Of course, he’d only been on the job for just a few days when we got engaged, though, so Chizik’s bathroom snack basket might not have been stocked up yet.

“So I sprang out of the john and said ‘Would you — ‘ and she interrupted and said ‘Does Coach use Lysol or Clorox toilet bowl cleaner?'”

People do curious things.

Football! Auburn was off, and the slate looked uninspiring, but there was a day in front of televisions and, like all of the days that include college football, it turned into something thrilling.

And punting!

And still more punting!

Those two plays happened within moments of one another in the same game. How could you not love college football?

There was a weather day of the Georgia at South Carolina game. So CBS re-played part of the Iron Bowl. Some of the more casual fans found themselves wondering why Alabama and Auburn were playing so early in the year and why it was night in the middle of the day. Everyone else had a nice laugh.

The last item in that list is from someone familiar …

Things to read … because if you read enough anything can become familiar.

Tax credits are a marvelous thing … Alabama named one of the top states for doing business.

Digital First Media’s York Daily Record shuts off power mid-afternoon to save money

Terrible all the way around … James Foley’s Parents Warned Of Prosecution For Ransom Fundraising

And now back to late-night football.