2021 In The Rear View Mirror

Yes indeedy, it has been a long time since I posted to PJ's Run. I figure I will post a wrap-up of highlights for 2021 in this post - because the next post (and, hopefully many subsequent posts) will be about Kendall's and my New Quest: finding/doing 70 new things for this year of 2022, the year in which we both turn 70!

So! Highlights of 2021, August 22 through December.

We moved my brother, David Lee, into Assisted Living where he will get the additional care that he now requires. Despite having to put the bulk of his 10,000+ toy car collection into storage, he seems quite happy with the situation (and, bonus, it means Kendall and I can be out of town for extended periods of time without worrying quite so much).

 

With David moved and our sister-in-law, Kitty, in stable condition after receiving a liver and kidney transplant, Kendall and I hopped into Hedwig and headed off to Michigan. In addition to finding dandy campgrounds using the nifty Ultimate Campgrounds Public Campgrounds app, a highlight of the trip between Boulder and Petoskey was running the High Trestle Trail in Iowa - an excellent rail trail!

High Trestle trailhead sign in Woodward, Iowa

Looking back west across the trestle

East of the trestle: wildflowers!

Underpass at the Madrid, Iowa trailhead

Way in the distance: Kendall & Taz!

 

 

 

 

 

Continuing on our trek to Petoskey, we came across this sign - a photo of which I had to send to my running buddies, one of whom is a HUGE fan of watermelon. Now we're thinking a July road trip is in order! The town's population may only be 405, but this festival is world renown!

Just after crossing the Michigan state line, we found a campground in Menominee, on the northwest shore of Green Bay/Lake Michigan. My morning run from the campground led me to this exquisite photo op with Mister Taz:

And then we arrived in Petoskey! As usual, I took a gazillion photos - but I've narrowed down my faves to a handful:

 Of course I did some running, exploring hither and thither as well as revisiting old favorites.

Northeastern State Trail - Aloha trailhead

 

 

 

Little Traverse Wheelway between Petoskey & Charlevoix - a very curious deer!

 

View from our run through the new Offield Family Conservancy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bear River in Petoskey

Bay View Woods

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While in Petoskey, I pursued a mini-quest: to run every street within the Petoskey city limits. As I went about completing this quest, I marked in red the streets I had run on the town map:

One of the bonuses of the quest was the discovery of hidden delights - like this hobbit house!

While not running, I occasionally kicked back and enjoyed a book at one of my most favorite reading spots...

 

 

 

 

 

We also enjoyed some special occasions during our stay in Petoskey: an early morning balloon launch, a rambling drive that took us past the farm that my aunt and uncle used to own - and where we had our wedding reception (the apple trees that people - including my dad - climbed to pick apples are still there), and our anniversary lunch on a restaurant balcony overlooking the bay.

 

 

 

Of course, many a day was filled with the typical activities of autumn in Petoskey: sunrise walks with the dog, visits to the farm market, a run to the state park for a quick dip in Lake Michigan, and letting Taz go wild with the waves.

 

...and every night, the sunset; ...all the hours of the day, Mister Kendall.

After Petoskey!

There were big doings back in Boulder after our return from Petoskey - most notably a birthday party for two running buddies, Connie and Anita, followed about a month later for a combo Christmas Tea and birthday party for running buddy, Randall.  I do love being in Petoskey but I sure do miss my running buddies. These gatherings are simply a delight!

Connie and Anita's birthday party

Anita and her birthday rock balancing act

 

 

Randall birthday and Christmas Tea

 

The gang of five (Connie, Randall, Anita, Paula & Amie)

 

 

 

 

 

That brings us to Christmas - a fairly quiet affair this year, but with some traditions still going strong: running to look at decorations, Kendall & Paul putting up our Christmas lights, baking, cookie decorating, and - this year at the last minute - decorating the tree.  And we had a few bonus treats: a zoom call with my Murphey cousins, outdoor caroling for Kitty at her house (she is still under strict orders to stay virus-safe), and a visit from Kendall's brother Andy for Christmas eve and morning.  Kendall and I capped off the holiday season with stroll on the downtown mall admiring the light display.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And there you have it! We bid farewell to 2021 and dip our toes into 2022.

Running Buddy Potpourri

My how times have changed!

Twenty+ years ago I started running with the Satboys - a run every Saturday morning followed by breakfast with lots of jolly joshing throughout. Over the years, folks moved away, others hung up their running shoes due to injury or age or both. Now there are four of us left in town with a mix of walking, easy running, and me who is still running a fair distance at an occasionally fair pace. But each week still has a Saturday, and each week those of us who happen to be in town look forward to meeting up once again.

After retiring and doing my run to Michigan, a running buddy from our pre-motherhood days contacted me to see if I'd be interested in training with her and a neighbor. Thus my gang of women running buddies was born and has since grown to five of us.  But with this group, too, age, injury, and life's demands impact running ability and schedules.

Two running groups, two bunches of unique individuals, and yet here we are united in ever-lasting friendship.  This past Saturday highlighted this miracle bond of perambulation.

Just as the sun was coming up, Connie and I arrived at Davidson Mesa to do a mile-repeats workout. A soft haze to the west and ruby red sunrise to the east greeted us - a simply lovely start to the day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 As we started our mile repeats, the differences between me and Connie became instantly apparent:

1. Connie had stripped down to a singlet; I was thinking maybe I should have left my jacket on.
2. Connie immediately put many many yards of distance between us. She is incredibly fit this year!
3. Connie was focused on the workout, the pace, the miles; I was pulling out my phone/camera to get a photo of how darned fast that woman is these days!

 

 

 

 

 

At some point during that first mile, Anita arrived at the mesa. She is rehabbing a swollen knee with strict instructions to avoid high impact activity - so she walked. For those of you who have entertained thoughts of going for a stroll with Anita, you might want to bring your jet packs along. The speedy Swede knows how to cruise! 

 

After the mile repeats, I headed off to join the Satboys: Phil who was walking with his dog, Oliver, and Joe who was going for an easy few miles. I was late to the rendezvous spot (I had warned the guys that this might happen and to start without me) - so I took off running to try to catch up with them. I gotta tell you, seeing a Satboy running toward me always brings a smile to my face - and today it was Joe, cresting a hill along a floral-lined country road. (When he saw the camera he shouted "Ha! Proof that I do still run!")

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And once again proving that no matter how few or how many of us there are, the Satboys still crown the day with the post-run/walk reward of breakfast with a heaping helping of chitchat and laughter.

 

 Running buddies. The best gift that running has ever given me...

Warm Memories Run

 A couple of days ago, Kendall and I were winding our way back home through the northeast corner of Boulder. As the car turned a corner I realized we were near the north trailhead for the Teller Farms trail - which my Satboys running buddies and I had run darned near a kabillion times in our heyday of running. I asked Kendall if he would mind letting me out of the car so I could hop on the trail while he ran errands then come back to pick me up at the south end in an hour or so. Kendall, being the fine fellow he is, said sure.

This was a much needed run. The senior statesman of the Satboys passed away this week. Patrick was wickedly funny, full of stories, had an opinion on most everything and loved sharing those opinions. A mighty fine running buddy indeed. I had not been on the northern stretch of the trail since the 2013 flood had washed out a chunk of the trail and a rather necessary bridge. This day's run would very much be a run down memory lane.

The highest point of the trail offers stunning views. In fact, the moment I crested this hill during a run in the late 1990s with the Satboys and feasted my eyes upon the magnificent Continental Divide with hot air balloons drifting along above the flatirons I came to the realization that I would be turning down the offer I had just received for a job in New York City. On this 2021 summer day's version of the run, the western view was shrouded in smoke and haze...a rather fitting loss of brightness given my mood.

Continuing my run, I noticed a few changes. 

A bench had been added near the top! I wondered how fast each of the Satboys would sprint to get first dibs at the bench given the strenuousness of the climb they had just completed - and never failed to whine about (after racing each other to the top).

 

 

 

And a microwave/cell phone/communications/whatever tower now stands above the water tower that had always marked our high point - with a fence all the way around both of the towers. This would have posed a serious dilemma for the male members of the Satboys (i.e., usually all but me) who had what one might refer to as a ritual of taking a bit of a pee break behind the water tower. Not only is there a fence guarding the area, hawks were also keeping a close eye on the activity below them.

The temperature marked a distinct difference for this day's run. Teller had earned a reputation as our coldest running venue. In fact, it was Schaef, the leader of the Satboys, who introduced me to the term "carmometer" when he described how he watched the temperature dropping as he drove from Boulder to Teller. We had many a Satboys run at Teller with zero degrees in the air - but never a run with 92 degrees like I was currently sweating through.

Continuing south, the familiarity of the trail began to wrap itself around me - lots of hills (maybe longer?), lots of single track ruts (maybe deeper?), prairie flora,

grasshoppers jumping up my legs, birds singing, prairie dogs chattering, and the welcome sight of the ponds (maybe bigger?). 

 

It was good to be back on an old familiar trail - but the laughter, trash talk, and camaraderie of the Satboys was sorely missed. I was lucky to be brought into the gang - and very lucky to have been the beneficiary of Patrick's friendship.

Satboys and families - a pre-Boston gathering at the trailhead

Satboys AndyE, me, Patrick & Joe after my 60k 60th bday run

Multi-Sport

 I have never had delusions about becoming a triathlete. I am much too timid on a bike and am much more of a thrasher than a swimmer. Besides that, I absolutely love love love to run so if I am going to spend my precious free time athleticizing, then I choose running! (Unless, of course, I am at a beach, then bring on the wave thrashing, the rock & shell hunting, and the boogie boarding - though I will undoubtedly run there first!)

That said, today was most definitely a multi-sport day - actually a quadathlon - but no biking or swimming involved. Today's event stages were:

1. Dog run: run with Taz via a circuitous route to Paul's house where Kendall was to meet us and Paul, K, Taz and Barley were to head out on a walk. I stayed behind at Paul's for stage #2 in my quadathlon.
   
   
   
2. Weed pull: I have a limit on how much bindweed I can stand and Paul's front yard had exceeded that limit. Paul's compost barrel is now overflowing. Stage #2 is done!
   
   
3. Real Run: run an even more circuitous route back home. The challenge here is to convince my legs that they are, indeed, capable of lifting after however many weed pull squats they have just been subjected to.
   
   
4. Apple toss: our apple tree is loaded - and it turns out that apples love to fall off the tree long before they are ready to eat - thus the need to toss them into the compost barrel. My record today for a single toss was 7 apples - three in one hand, four in the other - from 10 yards.  Given the number of apples on our tree, I suspect I will have plenty of opportunities to hone that skill and break that record!