tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580590180619653062024-03-12T22:45:58.297-07:00♥ DirtSURFing ♥Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-240344197452783292023-10-27T00:27:00.000-07:002023-12-21T00:39:12.383-08:00cat gap<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8d8c0kZ0JPSU3a48gMQkJxipVXTxwUkLkxM46Z4zyo-LDBud6BEVYL5wgB9jzDivLlG_urBECKppP5lSpyvQllvMOqFAdITjpeJElKtIiD_g5PgvRzsUqMW6mnmIzj-qQvaVA7yipNUoTJiG-BDlO6vBESvz0EQy_dDLzR_JrbeUA-Tk8YKq8tQ3FKw/s3206/fall%202023%20davidson%20parking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3206" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8d8c0kZ0JPSU3a48gMQkJxipVXTxwUkLkxM46Z4zyo-LDBud6BEVYL5wgB9jzDivLlG_urBECKppP5lSpyvQllvMOqFAdITjpeJElKtIiD_g5PgvRzsUqMW6mnmIzj-qQvaVA7yipNUoTJiG-BDlO6vBESvz0EQy_dDLzR_JrbeUA-Tk8YKq8tQ3FKw/s320/fall%202023%20davidson%20parking.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b>so take me down a road that's a little bit windy</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>to a place where they still put sugar in their iced tea</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>where the women are fine and the love is fair</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>hey, driver, you can drop me off anywhere</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>zach bryan: <a href="https://soundcloud.com/zac-sciola/hey-driver-zb-melbourne?in=zac-sciola/sets/zach-bryan-live" target="_blank">hey driver</a></b></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-37404455454109620162023-09-20T00:56:00.000-07:002024-01-18T02:12:36.062-08:00half centum<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXPfMkqBk8PE1bJ4nfDUmTjeBsGCF05Ac1uwmHjzEbv47afMzHompHeR8crXh7ZPEmhUVFmeGjeb0D0iNE6juSpw7TSVDoGgO6YlaAwxYID5YyVgiKe5MO848v-2PCd8UrBFS06ijG-mRlHCwqjyqMQ2UKtCLuwdJb8JjxM8ojFQIUWe1gzdtzBzBsg/s1427/img_1_1704346098043%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1427" data-original-width="1070" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXPfMkqBk8PE1bJ4nfDUmTjeBsGCF05Ac1uwmHjzEbv47afMzHompHeR8crXh7ZPEmhUVFmeGjeb0D0iNE6juSpw7TSVDoGgO6YlaAwxYID5YyVgiKe5MO848v-2PCd8UrBFS06ijG-mRlHCwqjyqMQ2UKtCLuwdJb8JjxM8ojFQIUWe1gzdtzBzBsg/w300-h400/img_1_1704346098043%20(1).jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">somewhere in the alps</td></tr></tbody></table><br />"the center of gravity of life remains <i>immutable</i> and that, when one succeeds in understanding it, all life's activities, whether tranquil and studious or intense, may lead to a state of self-awareness which expresses itself perfectly in life and action:<p></p><div>-<b>zen <a href="https://publications.americanalpineclub.org/articles/12198067100/The-Mountain-Spirit" target="_blank">teaching</a></b></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com011013 Courmayeur, Aosta Valley, Italy45.7969221 6.968962599999999317.486688263821158 -28.187287400000002 74.107155936178856 42.1252126tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-7679527456534136202023-08-10T00:44:00.012-07:002023-08-23T02:23:30.314-07:00waldo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutyratmxo6RAmFqd-p7YUO_QxkGhIwHreiVj3Hq_liErcsPaH4N8LnCe0M3zEmLjq0S8MIl8AOwGwmozuXbJz8yI1LSfZGlg4T7EUkEUunLRiS3iLiD6YARphAEiIzCukwsnpI-ofxnfTM9aw4DppGYBjdhvKoX0ApXlPTQ43wNxgfQa7sNcqNde-mw/s846/97051032-waldo_2023-25.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutyratmxo6RAmFqd-p7YUO_QxkGhIwHreiVj3Hq_liErcsPaH4N8LnCe0M3zEmLjq0S8MIl8AOwGwmozuXbJz8yI1LSfZGlg4T7EUkEUunLRiS3iLiD6YARphAEiIzCukwsnpI-ofxnfTM9aw4DppGYBjdhvKoX0ApXlPTQ43wNxgfQa7sNcqNde-mw/s320/97051032-waldo_2023-25.JPG" width="309" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">i am lucky to have two of the best gigs of the weekend. i love marking the course and i really love getting to announce in race updates and mc the finishes of waldo runners. i have these transactional relationships with folks i get to see every year for a weekend under a united goal of providing a world class experience for runners who choose to visit central oregon with a variety of goals that are relatable to me as a runner.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">marking the course i got the see the results of the fire from last year and it's affect on the course. i have the perspective of how things used to look and it was sobering, but unsurprising. the irony was that marking was done with smoke from </span><i style="text-align: left;">yet another</i><span style="text-align: left;"> wildfire in the air. the earth is hotter and drier and whether lightening or man made causes, the beautiful places we love will continue to evolve due to climate change. appreciate them while we have them. race day, the smoke cleared out and we were treated to beautiful weather for running. one of many years of waldo magic i have experienced when smoke and fire threatened to cancel the event. </span></div><p>we've had <a href="https://roguevalleyrunners.com/" target="_blank">two time winners</a> of western states at waldo before. shit, we've had a <a href="https://ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=4521" target="_blank">14 time winner</a>, but seeing a 68 year old former champion rising to the challenge on two artificial knees to finish this year was incredible. jim howard is a waldo finisher. </p><p>on my data sheet for this year we listed previous waldo finishes. the mix was lots of first time finishers with many multi time finishers. lots of 6, 7 and 8 timers getting one more. i believe this weekend provides some of our past finishers with the same sense of family that the races long time repeat volunteers and staff members feel, and that keeps them coming back for more. among the first timers, i met husbands who had run here back to crew wives who had crewed them running their first 100k. i saw new ultrarunners and names i recognized but were able to meet in person for the first time. the race winner this year was a woman who lived and worked in bend fresh out of college back in 2010 pursuing the professional road racing route. now she's thinking about western states. </p><p>one of the most emotional and reflective finishes for me this year was jeff riley. bili ran the race 7 times early on in waldo's infancy and was a volunteer in other years. life has it's challenges and bili was not immune to them and we didn't see him for a long time. this was a guy we spent thousands of miles on the trails with training for States, doing speedwork, long runs, lot of laughter, brownies, etc. he was a brother and reconnecting with him last year at the finish was one of my highlights. he was running again, in a healthy place physically and emotionally and wanting to run waldo this year. looking across that field last saturday seeing that unmistakable running form emerging from the woods towards the finish and then looking to my left and seeing OD, LB, Dano, Q, T-Bag and lc the nostalgia, happiness and excitement absolutely dissolved any chance of me maintaining composure that was already hanging on by a thread. i realize now as i write this that if you could take a snapshot of what waldo is...it's moments and memories like that one. everyone has a story. it's that feeling. it's that celebration, for all of us. runners, crews, volunteers, staff. it's that love that keeps everyone coming back here and new folks coming up. there is no gatekeeper. all are welcome and we look forward to having you. see you next year. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeuUvbm0IPZVaq6_m6vC67uVtJvytaOveLL8zz7lkwfmFsYNTUEUtvRbL3acUZX0qHLdinCERyuCb4hcvIy3cJs-r7YnjAUDJBpy90CmG6mIOnRKiV7php03FxNViesD7H487rFRjpZG9pzryA9e1FGMSQAp3xD0N2n_qoaCiJq9L_9L0p6n7VNi7HQ/s2048/365749643_10230266613999199_4018910019291617303_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeuUvbm0IPZVaq6_m6vC67uVtJvytaOveLL8zz7lkwfmFsYNTUEUtvRbL3acUZX0qHLdinCERyuCb4hcvIy3cJs-r7YnjAUDJBpy90CmG6mIOnRKiV7php03FxNViesD7H487rFRjpZG9pzryA9e1FGMSQAp3xD0N2n_qoaCiJq9L_9L0p6n7VNi7HQ/s320/365749643_10230266613999199_4018910019291617303_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-65606037807515225062023-02-22T01:40:00.001-08:002023-03-09T01:47:21.721-08:00mayonaise<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDOmcjhUub_JcZP8Yw5oAcIfTisO8J0PFZoxDPDo99YmDKDyQHcnIYlPJh1E8-dBW7FwXsKz7hyBOnIN_P_p8WsmEZQ_I1bsIHXCiY35TuneEpDmCQza_gAjVisikkTikrMVsdAqUMIOv6nMDpaFj_Nz5mI7mjTiDp6i2dwtXPY28O5FHRVRs6WI/s4000/20230210_112620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDOmcjhUub_JcZP8Yw5oAcIfTisO8J0PFZoxDPDo99YmDKDyQHcnIYlPJh1E8-dBW7FwXsKz7hyBOnIN_P_p8WsmEZQ_I1bsIHXCiY35TuneEpDmCQza_gAjVisikkTikrMVsdAqUMIOv6nMDpaFj_Nz5mI7mjTiDp6i2dwtXPY28O5FHRVRs6WI/s320/20230210_112620.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Fool enough to almost be it</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Cool enough to not quite see it</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Doomed</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Pick your pockets full of sorrow</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Run away with me tomorrow</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">June</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Try, ease the pain</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Somehow we'll feel the same</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Well, no one knows</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Where our secrets go</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I send a heart to all my dearies</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">When your life is so, so dreary</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Dream</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I'm rumored to the straight and narrow</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">While the harlots of my perils</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Scream</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">And I fail</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">But when I can, I will</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Try to understand</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">That when I can, I will</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mother weep the years I'm missing</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">All our time can't be given</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Back</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Shut my mouth and strike the demons</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Cursed you and your reasons</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Out of hand and out of season</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Out of love and out of feeling</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">So bad</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">When I can, I will</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Words defy the plan</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">When I can, I will</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Fool enough to almost be it</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Cool enough to not quite see it</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Old enough to always feel this</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Always old, I'll always feel this</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">No more promise no more sorrow</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">No longer will I follow</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Can anybody hear me</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I just want to be me</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">When I can, I will</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Try to understand</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; max-height: 999999px;" /><span style="color: #676666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">That when I can, I will</span><p></p><p>smashing pumpkins. <a href="https://youtu.be/s7-30i1f5e0">mayonaise</a></p>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-72932983281904071652023-01-08T23:29:00.002-08:002023-01-08T23:34:22.439-08:00tux<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonSuWi7DfqvxECMaDeCaekYchElkgEB9a3d8eJ0zJT2gFT8ea2H96gO8KMUSpw-NZyM6KEY95mL_uM225r0_Hndmoqy7k-2eg8uAzG7OpCgOQur4x8GgZuYeKorLdZCU9hXoItrFNWOLVFuMmUbrlDTYfGoN392xV0Rl2AknauDjB-sPvutdx6zU/s1081/Screenshot_20230107_193435_Instagram.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1081" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonSuWi7DfqvxECMaDeCaekYchElkgEB9a3d8eJ0zJT2gFT8ea2H96gO8KMUSpw-NZyM6KEY95mL_uM225r0_Hndmoqy7k-2eg8uAzG7OpCgOQur4x8GgZuYeKorLdZCU9hXoItrFNWOLVFuMmUbrlDTYfGoN392xV0Rl2AknauDjB-sPvutdx6zU/s320/Screenshot_20230107_193435_Instagram.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>a little earlier today, old man <b>tuxedo</b> transitioned off this mortal coil. he was incredibly resilient, sweet natured, handsome, curious and idiosyncratic cat & i treasure the almost 18 years he graced my life.</p><p>rest well, tux. </p>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-9339584083778833932022-12-20T23:03:00.004-08:002022-12-20T23:08:40.252-08:00memoir<p><i><b> <span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: small;">"but memoir mocks me," i laugh, "with the very thing it requires. memory."</span></b></i></p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="font-size: small;">memories are fallible. they change over time. some become recollection, some rehearsed, some recitation of something reasonably close to the original memory. some disappear entirely. two people can experience the exact same event, share the exact same conversation, yet have completely different recollections of it...if they remember it all. i remember telling some of these stories long ago; i remember exactly which ones i wrote down in college, in a black moleskin journal during a very up and down time. those memories are gone now, leaving in their wake the simple memory of having once written them down. i remembered more then. i also remembered less.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="font-size: small;">when i remember the rider, it happened in saguaro national park. that’s impossible, of course, because the rider happened when i lived on campus, so it most likely was sabino canyon. when i remember the ugly t-shirt, it happens in the warehouse with the velvet elvis poster on the bathroom door, but that’s impossible too. my memory is not reliable. my memory is false. my memories themselves are real. real enough that i remember the things i don’t remember at all. and this is how the stories come: disjointed. christmas in august in fiji, summer in a snowstorm in transylvania county, skateboard wheels and lollipops in a brazilian girl’s jewelry box at burning man unbidden, unordered, uninvited. but still they come.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="font-size: small;">some are interpreted though the lenses of fear, loss, poverty. some are romanticized, sprinkled with sunlight and sunsets, dusted with campfire flames, sweetened with a look that cut right through me and messages i apparently only sent to myself. s</span><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="font-size: small;">ome are the stories i made up to trick myself, the only way i could connect the dots, get up in the morning, go to sleep at night, survive another day. some, like the gunshot, are nothing more than scar tissue. the trauma brain, in protecting its host, destroys its memory to splice it back together into something bearable. one is left with shreds. fragments. gaping black holes of absolute nothingness while at the same time wishing my head could sometimes forget the years of things my eyes have seen, but are hungry to remember the feelings dulled by time.</span></span></span><div><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="font-size: small;">i think its fair to say that we are left with the knowledge that our very own life has been redacted.</span><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="font-size: small;">if I told my story exactly as i remember it, it wouldn’t be true. it couldn’t be true. time transforms memory. our lens transforms memory. trauma, joy, life experience and even love and pleasure itself transforms memory. you remember it this way and i remember it that way. i remember things that you don’t, and you remember things that i don’t. true, false, falsified, lied. what is autobiography to begin with? aren’t we all, to some extent, figments of our own imaginations? </span></span></span></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-1794012644669681012022-12-19T22:22:00.000-08:002022-12-19T22:22:22.841-08:00stardust<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3-v7e34KTw7PPWf3VhKvGCSgnKeFT2Frnxov3sP-8HeU89xufjNdX35v2Va5GXNlG1eclKlq2vwzg2wsIeoQ5AWy4QikZkJpdo8vwZ3ywj_tWdmsxOxz5YUyEo9o9hOJuJmkBOfik1_9w4EIUxtD82H2gy60DTnQRRoj1DFjFDfAWAKdpdYIP80/s1493/20201111_194041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1493" data-original-width="1080" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3-v7e34KTw7PPWf3VhKvGCSgnKeFT2Frnxov3sP-8HeU89xufjNdX35v2Va5GXNlG1eclKlq2vwzg2wsIeoQ5AWy4QikZkJpdo8vwZ3ywj_tWdmsxOxz5YUyEo9o9hOJuJmkBOfik1_9w4EIUxtD82H2gy60DTnQRRoj1DFjFDfAWAKdpdYIP80/w243-h269/20201111_194041.jpg" width="243" /></a></div> <p></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: sofia-pro; font-size: inherit; letter-spacing: -0.01em; white-space: pre-wrap;">“we are travelers on a cosmic journey, </span><strong style="font-family: sofia-pro; font-size: inherit; letter-spacing: -0.01em; white-space: pre-wrap;">stardust</strong><span style="font-family: sofia-pro; font-size: inherit; letter-spacing: -0.01em; white-space: pre-wrap;">, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. life is eternal. we have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. this is a precious moment. it is a little parenthesis in eternity.”</span></span></span></p><div class="image-subtitle-wrapper" style="font-family: sofia-pro; font-size: 3.2vw; letter-spacing: 0.15px; width: 414.125px;"><div class="image-subtitle sqs-dynamic-text" data-width-percentage="30.3" style="font-size: max(0.75rem, 30.3%); line-height: 1em; margin-top: 20.7031px; min-width: 100%;"><p class="min-font-set" style="font-family: ltc-bodoni-175; font-size: inherit; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0.02em; line-height: 4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><strong style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">- paulo coelho, t</span></strong><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/4835472" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(51, 51, 51, 0.15); display: inline; padding-bottom: 0.05em; text-decoration-line: none; transition: border-color 0.15s ease-out 0s, color 0.15s ease-out 0s;"><strong><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">he alchemist</span></span><br /></strong></a></p></div></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-54972897815571447212021-03-27T16:19:00.004-07:002021-03-28T00:43:01.296-07:00yeet<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrcQvbbFikk6cMAO2bMPh7SAMNjrBalpyoXBxLaeqXIuVX08hhP7-NOdUDTOTA3b9iB6SJM8hcFO8d3eAhFi3NaoqOehAVLReuUIwWdarG6fUP2md92R2eH7ysQHmv4LkDPLDT-7J9w/s1024/IMG_6294.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrcQvbbFikk6cMAO2bMPh7SAMNjrBalpyoXBxLaeqXIuVX08hhP7-NOdUDTOTA3b9iB6SJM8hcFO8d3eAhFi3NaoqOehAVLReuUIwWdarG6fUP2md92R2eH7ysQHmv4LkDPLDT-7J9w/s320/IMG_6294.jpg" /></a></div><br /> 91 days and i'm not the only one who's counting. <p></p><p>loving this feeling right now. </p><p>what a difference from <a href="https://www.wser.org/2020/03/27/2020-wser-and-training-runs-cancelled/" target="_blank">1 year ago</a>...</p>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-61066502506239784832020-03-27T13:41:00.001-07:002020-03-27T17:14:39.156-07:002008<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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i find myself, along with one other runner i know of, in the unique position of having been on the entry list for the 2008 <a href="http://wser.org/" target="_blank">western states 100</a> and also the 2020 event that was just recently <a href="https://www.wser.org/2020/03/27/2020-wser-and-training-runs-cancelled/" target="_blank">canceled</a> due to considerations related to the global outbreak of SARS-CoV2 virus known worldwide as the coronavirus disease.<br />
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the 2008 cancellation was acute. it was due to a wildfire that affected the course that was the result of lightening strikes a week out from the race. the cancellation was due to poor air quality, safety considerations of volunteers and crew members and the potential need for fire and ems resources to be allocated away from the public need in order to support the event.<br />
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for me, personally, this was devastating at the time. the car was packed and i was minutes away from leaving eugene when both my pacer and one of my training partners called me to tell me hold tight and not leave for squaw valley just yet. like so many others that year, i was looking at clear skies, feeling fit and rested and anticipating my first 100 mile run after 3 years of buildup and setbacks to get me to the starting line. it wasn't yet real and my considerations were self centered. reality was the smoke in squaw valley was thick, the considerations listed above were too great to safely hold the event and it was <a href="https://planetultramarathon.wordpress.com/2008/06/28/western-states-cancelled-for-2008/" target="_blank">canceled</a> for the first time in the 34 years of the event.<br />
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in 2020 the sport, the event itself and the reason for cancellation have global considerations far outreaching the acute local affect of 2008. To date, the virus has killed more than 25,000 people worldwide in a very short time and globally were are a planet being guided by <a href="https://www.cdc.gov/" target="_blank">CDC</a> and <a href="https://www.who.int/" target="_blank">WHO</a> guidelines to mitigate exposure and try to ease the strain on limited medical resources that are already overwhelmed world wide. western state will be back. as an entrant, i now can shift my running from "training" to health and wellness so i can devote more time supporting my community as a health care provider without the daily emotional strain <i>whether or not i will have the time to get a run in...</i>which has been a new global reality for runners that have been affected by the outbreak of this virus.<br />
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the current race director of western states was also scheduled to be a participant in the 2008 race and knows what cancellation feels like. A large representation of the current Board also was a part of that process. i feel this decision was made from a place of experience and very complete consideration on all parts and i support it, especially the timing of it.<br />
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2009, like 2014 after a post race wildfire directly affected the course, was a celebration. what is happening globally is life and death. there is a shift in our global economy, healthcare system and day to day life that far outweighs whether or not we get to run from squaw valley to auburn the last weekend in june this year. i'm looking forward to being a part of the next celebration in june 2021. be safe. look out for each other.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-54706276827083179242020-03-12T19:44:00.000-07:002020-03-14T22:57:22.907-07:00dewayne<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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my first memory of dewayne was standing off the side with a group of his Team BAD boys at the finish of the <a href="https://trailrunnermag.com/races/shut-in-ridge-run.html" target="_blank">shut in ridge run</a>, probably 95 or 96. they were a serious looking group, but dewayne broke into a smile and walked over to our local brood and started cracking jokes and introducing himself and his crew from huntsville. they were a group of guys who all trained together a few days a week and went to races trying to run fast. we all became quick friends. i think 4-5 of them were sub 2:40 guys with roland winning the race that year. those gold colored singlets. dewayne was also had crazy hair, earrings. typical rocket scientist. if you've never met a rocket scientist before, you had when you met dewayne.<br />
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next memory was waiting at the start of the <a href="https://grandfathermtnmarathon.com/" target="_blank">grandfather mountain marathon</a> in boone, nc in the late 90's and i see the same group of dudes roll up on harleys and running shorts. again...Team BAD with the hugs, smiles and buttermouths. they ran hard and then jumped on bikes and rode back to huntsville just like they came in. </div>
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finally in 2000, i was standing at the foothills trail head in laurel fork creek on a random two lane road in south carolina waiting on some guy named <a href="http://www.claudesinclair.com/" target="_blank">claude</a> to get his civil war era blunderbuss to fire and run some 35 miles unsupported to upper whitewater falls up in north carolina on a typical humid day in august. i think clark and i were the only one's i saw not wearing long trail gear. we take off and clark and i separate pretty quickly with byron backer and after about 5 miles two things happen; clark takes off, setting the course record that still stands 20 years on now and dewayne, who missed the start by 2 or 3 minutes catches us. i end up spending the next 25 miles running next to dewayne on a remote trail that transcends state lines talking about life, family, trail running and Team BAD. along the way i started to cramp about 30 miles into it and dewayne takes off. i come around a corner with dewayne at a dead stop in the middle of the trail. he had waited for me to point out a huge cottonmouth snake eating a mouse in the middle of the trail. i'll never forget the excitement on his face. <b><i>"you ever seen anything like THIS in your road races?"</i></b> with a huge grin. he takes off and beats me up the stairs and is humbly gracious at the finish. at that time, my marathon PR was significantly faster than his but he beat me soundly. </div>
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next year, dewayne is the throes of his dominance at <a href="http://huntsvilletrackclub.org/huntsville-track-club-events/mountain-mist-50k/" target="_blank">mountain mist 50k</a> on his home course in monte sano. i was still fairly green ultrarunner, i spent all winter training to break his win streak. i tried to psyche out the Team BAD boy by painting my nails black and came up to him during the pre-race dinner and told him "i was gonna stick to him like glue tomorrow". he smiled, said he looked forward to it. sure enough, a triathlete took off early and dewayne and i settled in and picked up where we left off the previous august. he's giving me a tour of monte sano while i'm stuck in my head racing. he did share his secret bottles of sweet tea he had stashed in various hiding spots vs. using crew. we caught the early leader and i took the lead and made a break from him just past 25. shortly after, come mile 26 i was walking with cramps and dewayne tactically comes up on me at the base of waterline trail climb that is famous in the race course and says "now would be a good time to stick to me like glue" with a wry smile and precedes to run away from me again and win his umpteenth mountain mist in a row at that time. rob youngren catches me walking and asks "how the glue sticking to dewayne was working out". i took my fair share of lumps as a young, cocky newbie. the winners were very gracious. dewayne made a point post race of seeking me out to give me counsel on how to come back and break his streak the next year. even at his best...he was the best kind of human. </div>
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few other races here and there. some night road races, a 10 miler on the <a href="https://home.army.mil/redstone/index.php/redstone-index-php" target="_blank">redstone arsenal</a> where dewayne worked. then...i moved west. social media allowed virtual connection here and there and when i checked my email after my first western states, dewayne had a note of congratulations on my finish at the top of my inbox and he recalled that conversation we had about the race some 9 years before. i had no idea he was watching. i don't know if he ever knew the impact he had on getting me there. </div>
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december 2018 i'm working the lottery in auburn and i hear his name called. quick look at my phone shows me that indeed, it had been 1994 since dewayne had a finish at western states. the past three or four years i had seen dink as either a racer or spectator at states, and the re-connection always felt good. so i was looking forward to having dewayne come west. a few messages back and forth and we meet in squaw for a short catch up after 14 years of not seeing him. same old dewayne. little grey now, but that smile was the same. i missed his golden hour finish as i was up on robie but he did pause for a big hug on his way past heading towards the track. turns out, unexpectedly, that's the last memory i'll have with him and like so many others i've thought about in the last few days, i'll cherish it. </div>
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dewayne satterfield was one of my first real ultrarunning heros along with his buddy, dink taylor. dewayne was cool. he was smart. he was sincere and he was the rug that generally tied the room together and i wanted to emulate so much about him. i thought a lot about Team BAD while training with my eugene crew some years later and i imagine the bond our crew formed was a lot like what they had going on in huntsville in the mid 90s. it was magical and it was authentic, just like dewayne. </div>
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Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-26626581704581000912019-11-16T00:18:00.001-08:002019-11-16T00:18:14.448-08:00sankatsu<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">mountain running</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">around pine, fir,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">manzanita.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">stopping atop a ridge</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">to view, reflect.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">hunting eagle</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">scans the land</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">with eagle vision,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">rises on some quiet current,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">sights man</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">and veers away</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">to other territories.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">the man runs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">along trail</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">across bridge</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">above</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">clear rumbling water</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">past rusted, empty tin can</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">and snow flower</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">shouting triumph</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">in red.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">deer bolting</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">like terror</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">stops man</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">frightened first,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">thoughtful second,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">third </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">runs on,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">encounters lizard</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">fixing him</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">with granite</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">eye.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">-<a href="http://www.dickdorworth.com/" target="_blank">dick dorworth</a></span>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-34870850858579647042019-11-06T11:33:00.003-08:002019-11-06T13:33:09.370-08:00sunrises, sunsets and visuals in between<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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lost highways, mining castles, hidden single track in two horse towns, alien crash landings, frosty sunrises and sunset, safe words, hashtags, tainted pink....yetis, branded beavers on bikes, moscow mules, great friends, phantom ranches, canyons and lots of am radio stations still playing old country songs.<br />
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<br />Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0Grand Canyon Village, AZ 86023, USA36.0544445 -112.140110835.951735500000005 -112.3014723 36.1571535 -111.9787493tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-89632914382810296412019-08-20T10:46:00.000-07:002019-11-06T11:37:46.819-08:00summer<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">spec·i·fic·i·ty</span></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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coming off of 4.5 years of inconsistency, injury and setbacks, i went into the early steps of winter with the goal of rebuilding my relationship with running and rebuilding my body. a modest buildup and lots of backcountry skiing and strength work gave me a chance to slowly start transitioning into specific efforts with an eye on exorcising the demon of my broken foot/dnf in 2015 at waldo 100k. age, time off and lost fitness were a consideration when building my prep i selected a few events that i felt best mimicked the waldo 100k course in preperation.<br />
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some pretty specific needs: moderate mid level altitude, multiple climbs and descents, lots of douche grade and a progression between first race and goal race.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://siskiyououtback.com/50-mile/50k-info/" target="_blank">siskiyou outback 50k</a> course profile</td></tr>
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wild outback was an <a href="https://ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=61479" target="_blank">eye opener</a>. hard rust buster that my body physically responded to, just didn't have the stamina to race but was pretty pleased to cover any distance over 25 miles for the first time since 2014. physically my climbing at any sort of anaerobic effort was poor as expected coming off the time off and slow rebuild so management and bouncing back was key in that effort. SOB was a <a href="http://ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=61880#id1129" target="_blank">marked improvement</a> with recovery from wild outback and some additional training under my belt, i made a fitness jump. the high country in oregon opened up and geared a lot of my training efforts towards being able to handle the repetition of climbing an descending and overall effort of waldo.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://waldo100k.org/pictures/course/" target="_blank">waldo 100k</a> course profile</td></tr>
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the program <a href="https://ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=60909#id1129" target="_blank">worked</a>. i felt good, physically and a nice 2 week taper after a last long effort coming off a really intense period of work and little sleep set me up to accomplish my goal. i don't usually recommend going into an event like waldo with 4.5 years off and only 1100 miles of running in 8 months, but the balance of aerobic ski efforts, strength work, experience and specificity in training and prep races left me with a result i feel good about. plus, it felt good to see a summer of finish lines, goals met and finally a waldo hat.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">descending fuji. capture by <a href="https://runnerteri.smugmug.com/" target="_blank">teri smith</a></td></tr>
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specificity. quality, not quantity. </div>
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0Highway 58, Crescent, OR 97733, United States43.600706 -122.03647518.078671500000002 -163.345069 69.1227405 -80.727881tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-65217948012194630262019-06-11T00:36:00.000-07:002019-06-13T23:58:45.634-07:00fremont<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">band aids are never meant to be permanent. i finally removed
one for good last fall and started back despite not being completely healed and painfully
willed my way out of the cycle that had gripped me. looking back on accepting
that path and circling back seems on the surface, rather inane. though, in a
world where we each spin day to day, unpacking from this past weekend gave me
an opportunity to pause and reflect. </span></div>
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i've done the work and hit a <a href="https://ultrasignup.com/results_event.aspx?did=61479" target="_blank">marker</a> recently,
so before i continue on this adventure of physical and spiritual rebuilding, i can't
do it without an honest assessment of what person stands in the mirror and the experiences learned leading into and during the current relaunch<br />
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a few lessons delivered to me:<br />
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<b>-laughter > ibuprofen.</b> if only we could bottle the
stuff. since we can't, build your tribe and water that seed frequently.
don't go numb.<br />
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-there is a big difference between having a good life and being a good
person.</b> my town in full of people with shiny toys and empty hearts. rather
than get pulled in, i decided to push free and be a better fucking person.
sincerity beats sprinter in any hand of poker at my table<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><b>-don’t ever, ever get complacent. </b></span>this could be a
post in itself, but the slope is slippery. keep your head clear. stay humble,
motivated and engaged in the moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">i've got more lumps coming. this i know. with those lumps though,
i also get a few more miles, smiles and experiences that i've gladly observed vicariously while injured tissue kept me locked. i embrace and look forward to
receiving all of them and earning the measurable gains like i've already had in
this short period of time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">thankful<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">jun 8, 2019. sharing my stoke at my first ultra finish line since 2014. photo by <a href="https://alpinerunning.smugmug.com/Wild-Outback-Spectator-photos-by-Jake-Jacobs/" target="_blank">jake</a></td></tr>
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<br />Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0Paisley, OR 97636, USA42.693763399999987 -120.546082742.682092399999988 -120.56625269999999 42.705434399999987 -120.5259127tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-24033776633936127392019-03-22T00:28:00.002-07:002019-03-22T17:09:21.649-07:00luna<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i>“It is a kind of church, back in these last cores. It may not be your church -- this last one percent of the West – but it is mine, and I am asking unashamedly to be allowed to continue worshipping the miracle of the planet, and the worship of a natural system not yet touched, never touched by the machines of man. a place with the residue of God – the scent, feel, sight, taste, and sound of God – forever fresh upon it”
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-<b>rick bass, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Book-Yaak-Rick-Bass/dp/0395877466" target="_blank">the book of yaak</a></b><br />
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mother nature kept dealing.<br />
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the snows drove me indoors to my treadmill for cadence and momentum, while the chores to simply get me out of my driveway and keep my horses fed drove me to the mountains for balance and keeping cynicism towards an element at bay. friday night lights has evolved organically the last few years mostly driven by the blonde and recently it has morphed into extra outings on the skis watching friends new and old become more confident and adventurous in both the backcountry and snow parks that populate our growing outdoor church. the less ego you carry, the more you become part of this tribe. luna's emergence affords a nice change of pace for this locale known for it's strava rage and sprinter van clogged parking areas. it's beautiful to still find empty or untracked trails and stillness stealthily playing within sight of the overpopulated tourist township simply by changing from day to night. my best ski days this year have been under the cover of darkness. i strongly believe it's akin to the spirit of the <a href="https://dirtsurfinagain.blogspot.com/2009/05/flow-43.html" target="_blank">awesome midnight run</a>. it's been a good winter to play. </div>
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0State Hwy 372, Bend, OR 97701, USA43.987076857945674 -121.5549703777343843.804510857945672 -121.87769387773437 44.169642857945675 -121.23224687773438tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-5845957170233103012019-01-31T18:05:00.000-08:002019-01-31T18:07:26.936-08:00ground work<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">brother <a href="http://www.meriwethercycles.com/" target="_blank">meriwether</a> at crater lake</td></tr>
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bringing running back into focus hasn't been as simple as flipping a switch. there are days where the flow showed up in foggy glimpses, then the body threw it's caution flag and the battle of rest vs. push wages. the scene is a bit of rookie ball after a layoff and decondition. mostly, i'm out of habit. but habits return. right now it's about remembering which are the good one's and mitigating the bad ones.<br />
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volume hasn't been the goal, but rather the consistency that comes with rebuilding my relationship with running. i'm conscious of what's required. the connective tissue and muscle memory continues to rebuild but the cardio outlets remain open to other sports while my running body catches up. a few days ago brother meriwether came through bend with a truck bed full of toys meant for exploro and we decided to take advantage of a weather opening to see what we could see on grand scale. it's one thing to go for a ride, it's another to see something in a way you never had. i've been keen to get to crater lake in the winter for awhile. i knew the snowmo's used the main road for access, but conditions are never given. it was worth the shot. you don't know what you don't know. </div>
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now we do, at least for that day. if mother nature throws a dog a bone, she doesn't care whether it tastes good or not. that's up for us to discover</div>
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the surprise for me was following up my longest run in a long time and highest volume week with a good day on the bike and my body responding. it builds confidence and emotional momentum. it's nice to feel that cumulative fatigue that comes with stacking together consistency and seeing the cup get refilled. while the flow still eludes, i'm back on this shit and it feels good. </div>
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0Crater Lake, Oregon 97604, USA42.9445872 -122.109003942.851595700000004 -122.2703654 43.0375787 -121.9476424tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-44257263693425906332019-01-04T13:47:00.001-08:002019-01-04T13:47:47.698-08:00the dutchie<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">unbroken</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">frozen soldiers</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sunshine</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">finishing. photos by <a href="https://www.instagram.com/amysproston/" target="_blank">WC</a></td></tr>
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tthis was a beautiful ski to close out this past year.<br />
<br />
been some chatter about changes in the sport and what's one of the biggest differences. i read a <a href="http://nolimitsever.blogspot.com/2019/01/new-years-resolutions-and-10-things.html" target="_blank">blog entry</a> that i think hit a mark. it's not that everything now is <i><b>bad</b></i>, it's just different and those changes caused a bit of moving away in how the stories are told. i'm guilty. i'm drawn back to writing here as i get more minimalist in my sharing. my thought is, if you seek it out, i'll endeavor to make it worth the search. i've had great mentors and inspiration over the years and i'll admit to having felt a bit stale in what's fueling my stoke. i'm looking foward to what's coming/Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-16593441100610717582018-04-28T23:52:00.003-07:002018-11-06T12:09:23.536-08:00emergence<b>i'm a rock in the ocean</b><br />
<b>and you, you are the tide</b><br />
<b>you know i am going nowhere</b><br />
<b>i'm just waiting here for the water to rise</b><br />
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-<i>trifonic</i>. <a href="https://soundcloud.com/trifonic/good-enough" target="_blank">good enough</a><br />
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nothing more to read here than a statement of intention.<br />
get into the flow and find my legs and motivations<br />
the vibrations have been strong lately<br />
the tide rising<br />
rhythm<br />
momentum<br />
the glimpse of flow<br />
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<br />Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0lower sundance track club43.9806664 -121.2075803999999843.980309399999996 -121.20821089999998 43.9810234 -121.20694989999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-86742485372460999672018-01-26T02:49:00.000-08:002018-01-26T09:53:47.943-08:00lance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"excuse me, sir. can you move through the chute, we are expecting mr. armstrong any moment"<br />
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i remember passing lance just after the 10K mark. i was running about 2:47 pace at that point, still warming up and i moved over to the left when i saw the teardrop shape throng of wannabes aping the yellow clad bumble bee squatting and grunting his way down the road. these were the salad days of the digital cameras and pre selfie. certainly no stick. seems these cucks were just hoping to get in the paper the next day. 80-100 runners aping a cyclist, trying not to be anonymous in a large marathon crowd. what a waste of all that prep letting an inexperienced cyclist dictate your race strategy for the day. the spectacle of celebrity.<br />
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two night before i was with family and friends at alibi bar, a former jail turned watering hole, and a drink shows up in front of the closest thing to a sister in law i have and brought by a waiter asking if she'd like to make a new friend. waiter nods over to the private table where 7x has formed a bronado and has decided to a make a run at the local ladies. beesh, not missing a beat says "no thanks. i've got plenty of friends. besides, i'd never fuck a retiree"<br />
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i had run a hard 60K trail race at peterson ridge the weekend before, and was only in boston to watch my friend, meghan, compete in the us olympic trials the day before. i signed up because i was heavy into western states training that year and where better to get a long run that monday. beesh lived on the course so we got to see her run by a few times from the comfort of the roof deck. it was disappointing to see the course changed from traditional route to more criterium style racing, but the volume of folks already in town to run the marathon made it a dream for the ladies participating. meghan honored uta pippig well that day along with being one of the oldest participants in the trials. </div>
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i didn't have to catch the early bus to hopkinton. beesh worked at boston childrens and knew all the routes to get to the start about 30-45 minutes before the gun so i could avoid the 4 hour wait sitting in the grass in hopkinton. during the drive up, she sees lights and sirens on the highway and pulls over to the side to see 4 staties on motos, followed by a unmarked cruiser with lights, a black van with LIVESTRONG on the side, another unmarked cruiser and 4 more moto staties going 90 mph towards the starting line area. full police escort. i would have rather seen the RD get that kind of treatment, not the cyclist. </div>
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not long after passing the ape train, i started picking it up and ended up running 2:41 with a 1:18 second half split. my board shorts had 5 pockets and an 11 inch inseam. i got lectured by a race official at the finish line about wearing my bib on my shorts instead of the front of my shirt. later, turns out my photo was in the boston globe as many times as lance that year. </div>
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no less than 200 photographers were at the finish line waiting for lance to come striding down boylston st. one of the volunteers in the chute handed me a bottle of water and threw her chin at the throng and said "whoar all these greasties waitin for? they think dunkees showing up with da chocolats with the jimmies on top? haven't seen a group up like this since jawny kelly ran his final finish in nointy too. kehd was ehty fowar". i gave that woman a big hug for making my day, said my goodbyes and i haven't been back since. </div>
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lance ran 2:51 and announced his return to professional cycling 4 months later. he rode in two more tours, never winning again and was given a lifetime ban for doping in 2013 and officially stripped of all his titles.</div>
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0Boston, MA, USA42.3600825 -71.0588801000000141.984348999999995 -71.704327100000015 42.735816 -70.4134331tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-88850255733333954572018-01-19T09:00:00.001-08:002018-01-19T10:16:54.744-08:00stotan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"the thoughtful reader, having read this far, and noted the
various factors that are considered the steps, or paving stones, to success,
might well say 'but what about the sacrifices I must make!' or, 'what
sacrifices are called for in achieving the goals you have set before
me'!<br />
the answer is simple: 'there are no sacrifices'. 'you do not have to sacrifice
anything at all.'<br />
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no ambitious person: no person who has set his sights on some goal above
the average or normal attainment: no dedicated person: no one willing to work,
and anxious to achieve, ever considers the 'way' he has determined upon: the
path he is resolved to travel: the work and suffering he sees ahead of him, and
which he encounters, ever thinks of all, or any of this as a...sacrifice.<br />
<br />
when a man goes to night school every night in the week and studies all the
weekend: when a man in sport trains, or practices, three times a day, and all the
weekend, never does he feel he's making a sacrifice. It is only the
mediocre, half-cocked, the spectator, or the playboy who 'assumes' that a
sacrifice is being made: has been made: must be made.<br />
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the dedicated man: the ambitious person: the determined to succeed...will,
in the judgement of these lesser types: those destined to mediocrity: to
nonentity say, you the ambitious one: the resolved to succeed one: you, whose
only 'god' is success in something: sometime: somewhere, you will be adjudged 'mad'
and the lesser ones will affirm and agree--they couldn't make the necessary
'sacrifice'.<br />
<br />
so: that is how we know them! those who would achieve: who see the way to
achievement clearly, or dimly, 'sacrifice' will be the one word they never
mention...because they have no consciousness of making any 'sacrifice ' at all.<br />
<br />
accept it this way. for everyone who will 'go along with you': be in tune with
you: support you, you must expect to find one hundred who will be critical of you. tell you the 'sacrifices' they see are not
worth it.<br />
<br />
this fact in itself makes for a certain isolation. if you are not prepared to
endure (i would say 'enjoy') this separation, then believe me--you have not
passed the chief test that places you in the category of the great, but has
placed you in the category of those who miss out being truly great by a meter or a mile.<o:p></o:p></div>
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summed up: finally and irrevocably--those destined to be truly great never
envisage anything they may do as resulting from personal sacrifice. they just do. "<o:p></o:p></div>
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-percy cerutty. 1951</div>
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-33168398040546390562017-03-14T21:42:00.000-07:002017-03-14T21:42:36.144-07:00meet me in the woodsi took a little journey to the unknown<br />
and i come back changed, i can feel it in my bones<br />
i fucked with the forces that our eyes can't see<br />
now the darkness got a hold on me<br />
holy darkness got a hold on me<br />
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how long, baby, have i been away?<br />
oh, it feels like ages though you say it's only days<br />
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lord huron | meet me in the woodsScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-32570485208873150442016-10-24T23:00:00.000-07:002016-10-24T23:23:06.831-07:00summer of georgesitting on the back deck of the track shack, the plans were hatched over a heaping pot of red beans and rice and a few too many bottles of high life. <a href="http://running.net/" target="_blank">running journal</a> and a road atlas. everyone was lean as fuck and antsy. we were looking to test that summer base work out with some harder efforts while keeping the house rule of not waking up to an alarm or run fast in the heat of the day. that summer, we spent as much time thinking up alias names to race under as we did tapering. we always took advantage of the race day sign up because cash was always scraped together last minute. the mileage was high as everyone was enjoying the volume that the trails offered, but conscious of the need to turn the legs over. a few uninspired attempts at running daytime tempo's brought about the house rules concerning effort, but we needed an outlet for this growing fitness. discussions were brief and the rules were simple.<br />
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<b><i>-races had to take place at night</i></b> <br />
<i><b>-they couldn't be more than a 3 hour drive from brevard</b></i><br />
<b><i>-nothing longer than 10k </i></b><br />
<b><i>-shirtless, no kits. </i></b><br />
<b><i>-aliases for most of us, proper names for those capable of cash money.</i></b><br />
<b><i>-post race grub always at <a href="http://www.huddlehouse.com/" target="_blank">huddle house</a> </i></b><br />
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everyone was training for a fall marathon and were coming off of being counselors at brevard running camp, so that first trip entailed 6 guys in a station wagon hopping over the mountain to <a href="http://werunevents.com/crazy-8s/" target="_blank"> crazy 8's</a>. soon after, we hit<a href="http://www.ktc.org/RacePigeonForge.html" target="_blank"> pigeon forge</a>, <a href="http://carolinarunner.com/2015/01/21/maggie-valley-moonlight-race-8k-august-22-2015-maggie-valley-nc/" target="_blank">maggie valley</a> and finished at <a href="http://www.andersonareaymca.org/event/midnight-flight-2016/" target="_blank">midnight flight</a>. 4 races in a quick 5 weeks while running 90 miles per week. the house was fast. i remember a few pr's coming out of those races, some prize money and a few comped post race hotel rooms. the game of finding new events without amending the original rules mellowed the cheetahs out while respecting the trials of miles necessary to build that foundation for those bigger pictures we all saw in our mind. nobody gave too much of a fuck and it was fun. everyone ran well, plus with all of us racing we didn't have to worry about an eager housemate half stepping us on those sunday long runs. everyone was sore and tired, so we built into the longer sessions slowly and finished strong. ego's were checked but accountability and stoke from the weekly fitness checks were high. <br />
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that summer was endless and never to be authentically repeated. a few years later when the shack got condemned by the county, guys moved on. a few got jobs. one of them wifed up and it was never the same afterwards. sure, a few of us still traveled to races and trained together but everyone was more focused. during the summer of george we had shared everything, including a schedule and a common goal. side jobs never were anything that would interfere with what we were doing. seasonal girls were abundant and enthusiastic it was some of the most effortless running i have ever done. it was pure freedom. no dogma. no designations. just running. the south is good for that. races are abundant and creative. no better place to be a road whore in the summer months. <br />
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to the cajun cannon, wild bill, randy, subcommandante inspector marcos, abstract & breece d'j pancake: long live the summer of george. Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-54846876693128156942016-10-18T23:13:00.000-07:002016-10-18T23:27:11.583-07:00horn laneleaving was a helluva thing.<br />
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i wasn't solo this time as the blonde was in the car behind me ferrying the birds of bedlam and the <a href="http://dirtsurfinagain.blogspot.com/2010/11/kitten-and-coke-machine.html" target="_blank">orange and white kitty</a> who loved to ride in cars. it rained for 36 straight hours and i was questioning the decision to go. it was hard to tell if the western appalachian mountains were crying or try to wash me clean. i was burnt out and jaded. the blonde was in need of a professional home and we had expanded her job search to include places that appealed to our lifestyle but also a compassionate take on her chosen profession. i was sad to leave a place i had left and returned to so many times, but you always know it'll be there to come back to if it didn't work out. it needed a commitment. something beyond moving far enough away that your folks can't just pop in on you at any time. 2,683.6 miles seemed like a nice round number. i was seeking authenticity and simplicity. eugene had a few desirables and that professional home for the blonde. i just wanted to drink good coffee, ride my bike and run with folks who took the task seriously, but not themselves. i was shocked at how easy it was to go. i think we thought about it for about 20 minutes. we both gave notice and flew out to find a place to live and three weeks later were on the road.<br />
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10 years later to the day, i think about how much has happened and while i still think of myself as a western north carolina native, it's not hard to pass for an oregonian. we did come 2 hours east after 4 winters in eugene and have found bend to suit our recreation a skosh more, but the community i was welcomed into in a very short period of time in eugene are some of the most quality friendships that i have ever had and the experiences that i have had because of them have shaped me in an abiding way. the blonde found that professional home and left a confident therapist who could easily stand on her own in her field.<br />
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i'll never forget that little rainy rental on horn lane. the minimalist kitchen. the two pairs of ds trainers that always seemed to be a bit damp. that paved path on the river and the first weeks of speed work on the bark with LB, Bili, Tbag, lc, OD and Ticer. the smile that the blonde and i greeted each other with at the end of each day silently said that we had truly found our home in that community. i'm grateful we took the chance. <br />
<br />Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-91978155899314931332015-11-30T01:08:00.000-08:002015-11-30T01:10:07.772-08:00merlin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>“The best thing for being sad is to learn something. That's the only
thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your
anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your
veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you
devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers
of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn
why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the
mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear
or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing
for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.” </i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Once-Future-Terence-Hanbury-White/dp/0441627404" target="_blank">T.H.White</a></span> </h1>
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06370725239976282300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58059018061965306.post-15849343582054473442015-04-04T21:55:00.000-07:002015-04-08T10:39:05.448-07:00M11i don't remember much <a href="http://www.irunfar.com/2015/04/the-lore-of-western-states-the-agony-of-11th-place.html" target="_blank">agony</a>.<br />
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i was happy as fuck the entire day. i had a bib for <a href="http://www.wser.org/" target="_blank">states</a>. i was healthy and running on my favorite trail. i was fortunate to have the support of good friends all day and a mindset of success. i remember being smart and patient. there is no story of an epic, scary fade or a crazy charge to the finish. yes, i was closing on <a href="http://www.karlmeltzer.com/" target="_blank">karl</a>, but that was a happy surprise that came late to me during the race. it felt good to spend the day so present in the moment that i was never aware of how close to that top 10 we were until really late in the day.<br />
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my <a href="http://www.wser.org/results/2013-results/" target="_blank">M11</a> will always be a happy memory for me. sure, we "what if'd" but we all know it's mental masturbation when it's all said and done. i ran a <a href="http://conductthejuices.com/2009/04/02/the-haggin-cup/" target="_blank">haggin cup</a> race on the 2nd hottest day in the history of the event on a few months of training. it still makes me smile when i think about it. <br />
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in the end, i ended up being lucky enough to run again in 2014. my goal was to beat 2-3 runners who were ahead of me in 2013 and run a faster time while still keeping that haggin cup mindset. all of those goals were accomplished, beating the M6, M10 and F1 from 2013 and not losing to anyone who i beat in 2013 and 38 minutes faster, at that. sure, it placed me M20 instead of M11, but more importantly i was 100 miles closer to that 1000 mile buckle that is my single biggest goal as an athlete. plus, i got to perform on our sports grandest stage. as for M11 in 2013, it seems like LB sums up the day quite well with his comment at the end of this video. for those of you with tickets to dance this year, enjoy the ride. <br />
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