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Wordless Wednesday

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10 Interesting Things About Me*

*6 of them weird I was tagged by Laura to cite 10 interesting things about me (or, in two instances, people closely related to me) and Jessica for six weird things. I’d done the weird list before , but it’s fun to come up with more items and I love to play along with these memes. It just took longer than expected to respond this time. Without further ado, here you go. 1. I was born with purple eyes, not blue like other newborns. I now have the darkest black-brown eye color of any Caucasian I know. 2. My last name means “stingy person” in Finnish, “flower about to bloom” in Japanese, something altogether unrelated in Italian and something funny in Greek. I am none of those ethnicities. 3. My earliest memory is of evil people trying to kidnap me when I was 4. At least one of them went to prison. I clearly remember her screaming in the courtroom. 4. I like the taste of Tums. 5. I still dislike chocolate. 6. My nerdy dad made it to the Connecticut State Bowling Championship in t

Chip Off the Old Block

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When it came to putting together an itinerary for our New England vacation, I suggested a trip to Block Island . It’s one of the only places in the region I’d yet to visit. Just as the islands of Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket are similar yet distinct, Rhode Island’s ferry-bound tourist spot has the same appeal. By the final day of our trip, we’d already been to Connecticut’s Mohegan Sun casino, where once again I proved I have no business gambling, and designed our own jewelry at a Mystic bead store. That Saturday morning we boarded a ferry in New London with hundreds of Glastonbury high schoolers. Midway across the sound we felt a thud and the engine slowed to a crawl for a moment, then regained its momentum across a fog-enshrouded sound. The official story is the boat hit a lobster pot but some of us still believe it felt more like a marine mammal. We arrived to damp, overcast skies and immediately headed to the recommended Orange Cat CafĂ© near the harbor docks to warm up with a h

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The Blankest Weeks

Today is my daughter Alex’s high school graduation. This afternoon a small group of family will gather in a barely furnished room to eat, drink and watch her open her gifts. Then we'll trudge through afternoon rush-hour freeway traffic, hoping to get to Cox Arena at San Diego State University on time. Tonight I get to stay up all night locked in a high school gym with 350 teenagers, hoping they appreciate the hundreds of hours of hard labor and fundraising we parents have done to make their Grad Nite so special. Tomorrow morning I take my houseguests to the airport. And continue packing at the old house and unloading boxes at the new house and doing all that other stressful, time-consuming moving stuff that seems terrible at the time but not so much when it’s done. And get the new sprinkler system fixed so I don’t have to hand water the new lawn much longer, especially while I’m also responsible for the old lawn. And get the old house ready for inspection on Monday morning (e

Holy Cannoli

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My first job out of graduate school was located in a State Street building between Quincy Market and the Custom House (clock tower), two prominent landmarks along Boston’s famed Freedom Trail. I frequently dodged tour groups accompanied by a costumed guide on my lunch hour and wondered what it must be like to see this place with fresh, relaxed eyes. So there I was with my three girlfriends doing the tourist thing last week during our two days in Boston. Any historical highlights along the Freedom Trail were more by chance that design. We basically parked our bags at the Mariner House in the North End and set off on foot to explore, beginning with lunch at one of my former meal hangouts, El Panini Express, right in the heart of Boston’s version of Little Italy. From there we hit the Faneuil Hall/Quincy Market complex and then I lead us on a circular tour of Downtown Crossing before finally finding Brimfield Street, on which the City Sports Basement can be found. I bought a pair of runni

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Race Review: Niantic Bay 10k

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About every 18 to 24 months, BFFs Tracy, Sarah, Sue and I (the order of picture above) convene somewhere in the country. Typically the trip includes an organized run. Sometimes it’s incidental, like finding a 5k while we were in Key West; other times it’s intentional, like a vacation revolving around the Disney Marathon. Last week, it was the Niantic Bay 10k in Connecticut, an evening coastal run that conveniently took place the week we were exploring southern New England. I will later fill in details on the sights and events leading up to and following the 10k, but for now here’s the traditional Run DMZ race report. The 9th annual event took place at McCook Point Park along – you guessed it – Niantic Bay. A bank thermometer put the temp at 68 degrees, which sounded just right for a summer seaside race. It was foggy and the breezeless mist hung heavy in the air as we walked through a bevy of machine-generated bubbles bursting onto the scene near the start. It’s too bad the scent of

Early Entry

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These were going to be the next Wordless Wednesday pictures, but since I'm in transit for the start of my vacation tomorrow, I'll put them up now. Which technically makes this a Talkative Tuesday post.

Temporary Lefty

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That surgeon of mine is a smart one. Tricky too. First, after hearing how much I needed to use my right hand in the coming weeks, he offered a different procedure that wasn't as invasive and perhaps just as effective. Well, almost. There's a 40 percent chance I'll be back at some point. I'll take the odds if it means one less scar. This is the same guy who treated my fractured hip last summer and he remembered me. "You still running?" "Yes, but not as much as before. I swear. I'm only doing five miles...or maybe six some weekends." "That's great that you're following my advice. So, you didn't run the marathon Sunday?" "No. I've been good. Like you said, no more than five miles a day." "Great. Great. I did the La Jolla Half Marathon this year." "Me too!" Busted. And, for the time being, comfortably numb.

So Many Stories to Tell

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We were driving down the freeway towards the airport Sunday morning when we passed Mission Bay Drive and I had a clear view of the Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon frontrunners (based on their quick leg rotation and how far they were spaced apart) and thought: I wanna be like them. They all looked so fit and self-assured. Determined, too. Then after we dropped off our Denver-bound daughter, I had a chance to see the midpackers moving along Morena Blvd. as we reversed our route back home. It was an incredible sight, just seeing all the individuals running among a collective of thousands. I’d never seen the marathon from this vantage point. Next year no one in this house is to arrange a flight for that morning so I can volunteer at an aid station and help everyone reach their destination. Part of that massive pack of 20,000 included running bloggers Dawn from Calgary and Irene and her husband, Michael, with whom I was honored to have lunch Saturday downtown. My friends Louise and Tara joined us.

Funny How That Works

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During last winter’s post-storm run through Los Penasquitos Canyon , I remember taking a side trail to grab some water from an upland park fountain. Glancing up the steep hillside, I saw all these really nice red-tiled houses along leafy avenues and thought, “Nice neighborhood.” The place never again entered my thoughts – until last week. That’s when we found a lovely two-story home that by the end of this month becomes our new residence, in the very spot I eyed earlier from the canyon corner. We’d planned to move anyway, but not quite so soon. It’s forcing everyone to make some adjustments, me included. I’d planned to sign up for the summer’s San Diego Track Club half marathon group to train for a PR at the America’s Finest City race in August. Now I’m not sure I can swing so many Saturdays elsewhere, or Wednesday evening fun runs on the track club race calendar. I’m also having wrist surgery on Tuesday and then flying to New England for a five-day vacation I desperately need (and ric