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21
May 14

Travel day

We had breakfast with my father-in-law this morning. He took us to the airport in mid-morning. We sat in the airport holding pen for far too long, which meant enjoying the ever-challenging CNN dayparts. Why airports feel the need to turn it on CNN and break off the knobs we may never understand.

We they must almost always be turned to the highest possible volume first just seems like a crime against humanity.

Anyway, we flew to Salt Lake City, where we had our first experience in one of the secured “travelers clubs.” You pay a bit more and you get snacks, quieter rooms, better chairs and less crowds.

Worth every penny.

It turns out that my step-father was in Salt Lake City at the same time. He was over in one terminal waiting on his turnaround and we were waiting elsewhere for ours. We did not have time to meet, but it was kind of funny.

I got War Eagled on the plane to Salt Lake and then again inside that special club room. There’s just no end to the family reunions.

Here are some photos from the rest of the trip. We headed northwest, over the corner of Canada and landed, finally, in Anchorage.

Flight

Ren

Flight

Flight

On the one hand we traveled something like 16 hours on the day, after you figured in the time zones. On the other, we went across the entire country. Aeronautics are amazing, despite the cattle-car-in-the-sky mentality.

When we arrived it was about 11 p.m. local time. And it was still daylight. Our friends Adam and Jessica picked us up and took us to their place, and we enjoyed the mountains in twilight all the way there. Tomorrow we’ll start seeing the sights.


20
May 14

I do believe I ran my foot off

These dogwoods are in the neighborhood park where my wife grew up playing:

Cranbury

This is also the park where we took engagement pictures during a Nor’easter. It is also the park where I come to torture myself whenever we visit her parents. Today I ran far enough that I couldn’t feel my foot.

Yesterday, at her high school track, I ran 440s, which I haven’t done since high school, and which I did poorly back then. But, I told myself, running 440s will build up speed! I do not know what is happening. These are the first two workouts after the most recent triathlon and a day in the car. A handful of 440 sprints and running my way into a numb extremity. I am counting the days until our next race, which is in July. And that will come with only a few weeks of “training” after about two weeks of downtime. What could go wrong?

Here’s something I ran along today. Pretty nice, huh?

Road

I learned something about myself today, as I told my mother-in-law. We were driving from here to there and it occurred to me. I see people running and think Oh, that’s nice. Good for them. I see people cycling and think I wish I was riding right now. I never think Oh I’d love to be running just like they are!

Funny how that works.

Things to read … because reading always works.

Wonder how this plays out: Without changes, Alabama’s pension funds could run dry within decade, study warns.

This is just about the sweetest, saddest story you’ll read today. ‘Best thing I’ll ever see’: McAdory senior receives diploma in bedside ceremony hours before grandmother’s death

5 in China Army Face U.S. Charges of Cyberattacks

Chinese military officials charged with stealing US data as tensions escalate

Poll Says Anti-Semitism Is Global Matter

Businesses are dying faster than they’re being created, and economists are worried

AT&T Aims for TV’s Future With $48.5B DirecTV Deal

Will we run out of adjectives before we run out of scandal? Nope. Exclusive: VA Scandal Hits New Hospital

VA investigating Florida hospital wait lists

Federal health-care subsidies may be too high or too low for more than 1 million Americans

From Idea to Story: Planning the Data Journalism Story

We live at an interesting point in media history. Internet Ad Spending Beat Broadcast TV for First Time Last Year


19
May 14

A new view

Allie is checking out her summer quarters:

Allie

We approve of the view:

Yankee

Not bad, eh?

Compo

This is where we’ll be “summering”*.

Compo

(*That is not where we are “summering.” We don’t have “summering” money. But we will have adventures!)


18
May 14

Things we saw today

Look at all of those pretty clouds!

Drive

But don’t stare at them for too long. You might miss the fallen rocks. Don’t worry about the ones that are presently falling. They are no concern of yours. And nothing to be alarmed about.

Sign

The ones on the ground though? Dangerous.

We saw a sign that warned of slow downs and traffic stops 26 miles ahead. Inside of that 26 miles there was another sign warning of delays, because you can forget a lot in 26 miles. And then there were the delays. Finally we got to the cause of such transportation calamity. It was this, well off the side of the road:

Drive

Moving the truck would have been easier.

And, now, some lovely farmland scenes:

Drive

Drive

Drive

Happy driving!


17
May 14

A race, a game and a cookout :: A fine, full day

This morning we ran the Ft. Benning Reverse Sprint Triathlon. It is a short course, featuring a 5K run, a 20K ride and a 450-meter swim, in that order. Here we are after the finish:

tri

This is the first triathlon we did last year, making this the first time we can compare times to previous efforts on the same course. I have a few things to be pleased with here.

The run is almost perfectly flat, and there are a lot of soldiers in the race, so they dominate the run, of course. You see them at the start and somewhere on the bike course or in the pool, if at all. So I’m not running with those guys, but I pulled away from a few people in the run. In fact, I didn’t get passed at all. My time was still slow, but I shaved a great deal off of last year’s run.

The bike is a super-fast ride with only two real rollers to think about. I was pleased with the ride last year, and I did it in three-and-a-half minutes less time this year. When you look at the average speed I was on the upper-end of average riders and almost break into the fast rider speeds. Only one guy dropped me here, and I’m not sure how. I looked down at my gears on that first roller, looked up and he was gone. I didn’t see him again until I passed him in the last 100 meters of the pool.

The pool was an improvement for me as well, if only because I was barely swimming last year. Remember, I was still dealing with shoulder problems and couldn’t even pretend to freestyle. I was disappointed in my swim today. The lanes were crowded for the first half of the short swim. Meanwhile, it takes me almost that entire distance to get warm anyway. I also had some energy excuses. (I even came up with a phrase for the latter, the red line of regret. I could have redlined the thing. I should have. Then I wouldn’t have regretted what I left in the pool because I was a little tired and winded. I could have been faster, but I didn’t overcome the red line of regret.)

Overall, my time was 17 minutes faster than last year’s race, which was very slow. This year’s was merely slow. But that’s a fair amount of improvement, with plenty of areas in which to continue to grow.

I’m bummed that I won’t get to do that race again for another year now. I want to measure these performances against another effort.

Today was senior day for Auburn baseball. Here the mother of one player and the grandmother of another shared a big hug and a kiss on the cheek of celebration. They’ve been coming to these games for four years. They’re going to miss each other.

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They are sweet ladies.

Here’s another one. This is Morgan Jackson, Bo Jackson’s daughter. We’re buds:

Morgan

This was the last time we’d see the team on the field this season:

baseball

My new Aubie gimmick — no one steal it! — is the Aubie selfie:

Aubie

Another of Aubie, relaxing with the ladies.

Aubie

Auburn lost the game, 8-1, bringing their season to a close with a 28-28 record (10-20 SEC). But the friendships are the thing: parents of five different players came to say goodbye to us today and then we had a cookout tonight with the nice group of people with whom we sit. That’s not a bad season at all, captured in one sentence.

After the cookout we picked up the traditional post-triathlon celebratory ice cream:

ice cream