Haven't written in a couple weeks...work has been keeping me extremely busy. I was planning to take all of this week off to climb in the DAKS (short for Adirondack Mountains in New York State...near Lake Placid), but feeling guilty about missing too much work has led me to go in on Monday and Tuesday. Nevertheless, I'm hoping to have some great adventures to write about when I return.
In planning for another adventure, I picked up 3 new pairs of shoes from Evolv to get ready for a trip to Colorado at the end of August. I'm getting psyched, but still need to buy the plane tickets. Just call me Mr. Procrastinator. In fact, I should be finishing up my packing for the DAKS trip now.
On Saturday morning, Christine and Pete called to see if I wanted to go climbing. Christine, "Hey Steve, what are you doing?" Me, "Picking up my dry cleaning." Christine laughs and says, "We thought you'd be out on some crazy adventure...you must have gotten a long run in already this morning." Me, "No, this is what my life has become...picking up dry cleaning on Saturday morning." HAA! After very little nudging, I agreed to meet them at the cliff near my house.
Christine is 9 months pregnant and looks like she is ready to pop. Nevertheless, there she was strapped into her full body climbing harness. Wow! She climbed like a trooper...climbing stuff harder than many people without a baby ready to pop out. We had a good time climbing with Janet and Gary. Gary had surgery on his hip 3 weeks ago and was out climbing already. Hmmm, are we super healthy or super addicted or both? It was a mellow day, and I had fun trying out my new shoes. I climbed well, but didn't get in too much of a workout. Afterwards, Pete and Christine came over to see Jamie and my granddaughter, Maliyah.
Saturday night was a big tango dance at our local dance hall. I saw some climbing friends there. My partner, Alex, said he is going to a tango festival in Chicago instead of going on our annual DAKS trip. Wow! He;s more addicted to tango than climbing. I'm in disbelief. Although, I can understand a bit when I'm out there dancing with a beautiful lady. Still, I gotta climb.
This morning, the Goat and I went for our usual 9.5 mile jaunt at the reservoir. I was thinking that last year we were in taper mode for the Vermont 100 at this point. The race is 3 weeks away. Wow! What a difference one year makes...
Tonight, Tara and I had breakfast burritos on the deck and had a wonderful conversation. The weather was perfect and for once I was not in a rush to go somewhere or do something. She's going to Spain in the Fall for a semester abroad. I'm excited for her, but will miss her terribly.
It was a nice, mellow weekend. Hope you all enjoyed it too.
Have a great week everyone!
Steve
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Feast of Fools
To say life has been insane recently is an understatement. I could list all the weirdness that has been happening in my life, but I'm sure you could probably trump me if you tried hard enough. So, let's focus on some good stuff. Shall we?
Despite all the trials and tribulations of life, I really wanted to get out for a good day of climbing this weekend. I connected with one of my favorite partners, Alex, for a day at the Gunks on Saturday.
Alex indicated that he hadn't climbed much over the past couple months, and I haven't climbed much either. The difference is that Alex is almost 10 years younger and is as strong as the Terminator on steroids. I don't know if it's the 12 hour workdays, becoming a Grandpa, or just plain getting old, but my climbing has been a bit off this year. I'm putting my money on the former because I know I was climbing damn well earlier this year before accepting this new job. Gotta think postive, eh?
Anywho0000, the Gunks were increibly muggy Saturday morning as we searched for a warm-up climb. We say Dawn's friend, Steven, at the deli, and then again at the base of the Mac Wall. Steven was climbing with Mike, another Gunks addict. They were pondering Higher Stannard (5.9-), one of my favorite climbs...It's about as thin and bouldery as you can get for the first 20 feet and it takes BIG ONES to just get off the ground. It's my kind of climb. Steven pondered alternate starts while Alex and I eyed up Something Interesting (5.7+) which is a nice warm-up if dry, but today was seeping wet. Alex said, "Let's do it", so I offered him the lead. I have done this climb many times, but was in no mood for leading on wet rock. Alex took his time, and was fine on the lead. In the meantime, I think I probably ticked off Steven by offering unwanted advice, and they opted for MF (5.9+), a harder but more protectable climb.
After we finished our climb, I watched Steven pull the crux on MF, and then we moved on. I wondered why they picked such a hard climb on such a muggy day. I figured we would just take it easy on moderate stuff and get in a lot of climbing. As usual, I was wrong, and it was primarily my doing.
Before I knew it, we were standing at the base of City Streets (5.10a), an easy climb if you are tall, and nearly impossible if you are short. It's a one move wonder that Dawn and I had worked on sometime last year. We managed to fumble our way up it, but it was not exactly free climbing. In theory, I can reach the key hold, and had done so following last year. Unfortunately, I fell several times that day trying to lead it, and stood there thinking, "Perhaps today?" despite being less fit than last year. Nevertheless, we started roping up for the climb.
I worked my way up to the crux move without any issues. I protected the heck out of the thing, but the real protection is an old piton below the roof. After a bit of scoping out the moves, I gave it the old college try, and failed. I was about 3 inches short of the key hold and couldn't reach it. I came close a couple times, and then started losing strength. Alex lowered me off, and then he gave it a try. Alex is tall enough to reach the key hold without much trouble, and then I fumbled my way up it to pull out the gear.
Alex offered me the next lead, since he had pulled off 2 nice leads. I was spent from all that effort of City Streets, so opted for a nice easy climb with great features, Hans Puss (5.7). In the meantime, Alex watched a couple young guns do, Feast of Fools, a hard, pumpy 5.10c rated climb. 5.10 is about our limit for leading, and I shuddered knowing that Alex might want to try it. Dawn had described an epic to me that involved this climb, and it looked damn hard (5.10c is quite a bit harder than 5.10a if you are keeping score). She had led the 2nd pitch on this last year, and I enjoyed following it. It was hard, but didn't look nearly as hard as the first pitch.
After following me up Hans Puss, Alex decided to try Feast of Fools from the ground. Ughh! "I think this is harder than he realizes", I thought to myself. Being a good partner, I did not try to discourage him, and figured he would find a way to get up it. I also wondered how I would get up it. Alex seemed to struggle on this one from the beginning, and belaying him became a full-time job. He had to hang a few times below the first big roof, and I thought we were in for an epic. Nevertheless, he made it through the first crux roof and pressed on after a smart rest. The climbing seemed to get easier, and he moved up the rest of the way without much trouble. Great job Alex! Now it was my turn. Despite being wiped out, I managed to climb the darn thing without falling. I surprised myself completely, but still not sure I would have the guts to try leading it. It is one tough climb.
Now, it was my turn. I stared at the second pitch and wondered if I had enough strength. I was very tired and shaky, but it was my kind of climbing...thin climbing, barely adequate protection, and a clean fall. Despite my better judgment, I found myself leading the pitch. I did a reasonable job of protecting the crux move, but had no gas left in the tank. I worked hard to pull the crux, but kept getting weaker. I was complete spent. After multiple tries, I felt like the real "fool" and let Alex take the lead. He pulled off the move without any trouble, and then I fumbled my way up it. I was truly done for the day.
So, what do I make of all this? Well, I definitely got in a great workout, and learned a lot. Alex has turned into a top notch rock climber, and is starting to realize his abilities. Thanks to Alex, I was able to get on a hard 5.10 and follow it cleanly. I love climbing and trying new routes...time to start climbing hard again.
I also learned that I need to find a new regular climbing partner. Alex informed me that he is moving to Seattle in July to open a new office for his software business. I know he is going to love it there, and I wish him the best of luck. We have a 10 day trip planned for Colorado in August, so it may be one of our last big adventures together. I'm looking forward to it!
For this week, I will leave you with a thought...actually a request. Can I impose on you a bit?
Here is my request:
Try something new this week...push yourself a hair beyond what you might think is possible...even if you fail as I did on Feast of Fools, you will have an adventure and learn something new. Heck, what's the worst that can happen? Think about it! You may not get the results you desire, but you can still feel good about making the effort. It's worth the attempt! Give it a try...
Have a great week everyone!
Steve
Despite all the trials and tribulations of life, I really wanted to get out for a good day of climbing this weekend. I connected with one of my favorite partners, Alex, for a day at the Gunks on Saturday.
Alex indicated that he hadn't climbed much over the past couple months, and I haven't climbed much either. The difference is that Alex is almost 10 years younger and is as strong as the Terminator on steroids. I don't know if it's the 12 hour workdays, becoming a Grandpa, or just plain getting old, but my climbing has been a bit off this year. I'm putting my money on the former because I know I was climbing damn well earlier this year before accepting this new job. Gotta think postive, eh?
Anywho0000, the Gunks were increibly muggy Saturday morning as we searched for a warm-up climb. We say Dawn's friend, Steven, at the deli, and then again at the base of the Mac Wall. Steven was climbing with Mike, another Gunks addict. They were pondering Higher Stannard (5.9-), one of my favorite climbs...It's about as thin and bouldery as you can get for the first 20 feet and it takes BIG ONES to just get off the ground. It's my kind of climb. Steven pondered alternate starts while Alex and I eyed up Something Interesting (5.7+) which is a nice warm-up if dry, but today was seeping wet. Alex said, "Let's do it", so I offered him the lead. I have done this climb many times, but was in no mood for leading on wet rock. Alex took his time, and was fine on the lead. In the meantime, I think I probably ticked off Steven by offering unwanted advice, and they opted for MF (5.9+), a harder but more protectable climb.
After we finished our climb, I watched Steven pull the crux on MF, and then we moved on. I wondered why they picked such a hard climb on such a muggy day. I figured we would just take it easy on moderate stuff and get in a lot of climbing. As usual, I was wrong, and it was primarily my doing.
Before I knew it, we were standing at the base of City Streets (5.10a), an easy climb if you are tall, and nearly impossible if you are short. It's a one move wonder that Dawn and I had worked on sometime last year. We managed to fumble our way up it, but it was not exactly free climbing. In theory, I can reach the key hold, and had done so following last year. Unfortunately, I fell several times that day trying to lead it, and stood there thinking, "Perhaps today?" despite being less fit than last year. Nevertheless, we started roping up for the climb.
I worked my way up to the crux move without any issues. I protected the heck out of the thing, but the real protection is an old piton below the roof. After a bit of scoping out the moves, I gave it the old college try, and failed. I was about 3 inches short of the key hold and couldn't reach it. I came close a couple times, and then started losing strength. Alex lowered me off, and then he gave it a try. Alex is tall enough to reach the key hold without much trouble, and then I fumbled my way up it to pull out the gear.
Alex offered me the next lead, since he had pulled off 2 nice leads. I was spent from all that effort of City Streets, so opted for a nice easy climb with great features, Hans Puss (5.7). In the meantime, Alex watched a couple young guns do, Feast of Fools, a hard, pumpy 5.10c rated climb. 5.10 is about our limit for leading, and I shuddered knowing that Alex might want to try it. Dawn had described an epic to me that involved this climb, and it looked damn hard (5.10c is quite a bit harder than 5.10a if you are keeping score). She had led the 2nd pitch on this last year, and I enjoyed following it. It was hard, but didn't look nearly as hard as the first pitch.
After following me up Hans Puss, Alex decided to try Feast of Fools from the ground. Ughh! "I think this is harder than he realizes", I thought to myself. Being a good partner, I did not try to discourage him, and figured he would find a way to get up it. I also wondered how I would get up it. Alex seemed to struggle on this one from the beginning, and belaying him became a full-time job. He had to hang a few times below the first big roof, and I thought we were in for an epic. Nevertheless, he made it through the first crux roof and pressed on after a smart rest. The climbing seemed to get easier, and he moved up the rest of the way without much trouble. Great job Alex! Now it was my turn. Despite being wiped out, I managed to climb the darn thing without falling. I surprised myself completely, but still not sure I would have the guts to try leading it. It is one tough climb.
Now, it was my turn. I stared at the second pitch and wondered if I had enough strength. I was very tired and shaky, but it was my kind of climbing...thin climbing, barely adequate protection, and a clean fall. Despite my better judgment, I found myself leading the pitch. I did a reasonable job of protecting the crux move, but had no gas left in the tank. I worked hard to pull the crux, but kept getting weaker. I was complete spent. After multiple tries, I felt like the real "fool" and let Alex take the lead. He pulled off the move without any trouble, and then I fumbled my way up it. I was truly done for the day.
So, what do I make of all this? Well, I definitely got in a great workout, and learned a lot. Alex has turned into a top notch rock climber, and is starting to realize his abilities. Thanks to Alex, I was able to get on a hard 5.10 and follow it cleanly. I love climbing and trying new routes...time to start climbing hard again.
I also learned that I need to find a new regular climbing partner. Alex informed me that he is moving to Seattle in July to open a new office for his software business. I know he is going to love it there, and I wish him the best of luck. We have a 10 day trip planned for Colorado in August, so it may be one of our last big adventures together. I'm looking forward to it!
For this week, I will leave you with a thought...actually a request. Can I impose on you a bit?
Here is my request:
Try something new this week...push yourself a hair beyond what you might think is possible...even if you fail as I did on Feast of Fools, you will have an adventure and learn something new. Heck, what's the worst that can happen? Think about it! You may not get the results you desire, but you can still feel good about making the effort. It's worth the attempt! Give it a try...
Have a great week everyone!
Steve
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Why I really run...
Sometimes I think I run for the competition....with myself and with others... and sometimes I think I run to socialize with friends. I could also rationalize that I run to enjoy nature. There are many good reasons to run, but today I was reminded of why I really run. I run for health reasons. Sure, many people run to stay healthy and in shape. It makes sense, right? I think my health reasons are specific to a concern I've had for years now, and I was rudely reminded of it today.
Today, unfortunately, after a great 3 hour run at the reservoir with some friends, I was soberingly reminded of why I run when I received a voicemail from my Mom indicating that she was on her way to the hospital with my Dad. He had chest pain and had lost feeling in his arm. After some tests, it was confirmed that he had experienced a heart attack. Fortunately, it was not severe, but the doctors have indicated that there is some muscle damage. The pain and numbness are gone, but he's going through more tests to determine the next steps.
My first reaction was anger. Anger because his father, my grandfather, had several heart attacks and strokes and was paralyzed on one side for the last 10 or so years of his life. I worked at my Dad's shop in those days which was at my grandparents house, so I had lunch with my grandparents on many of those days. It was hard to watch my grandfather struggle and eventually decline. It was hard for everyone involved, and those memories are etched in my mind forever. I decided I didn't want to have the same experience in my life, and I know my Dad didn't want to go through that process either. Unfortunately, I think our approach to dealing with that concern has been very different.
I really started to pay attention to my health and stress level in my early 20's when I would get stressed to the point where it would affect me physically. I knew I was wired like my Dad and his Dad, and I also knew that I needed to get my stress under control before it killed me. So, I started running. I had run in high school, but did not have the discipline, ability, or desire to perform at the highest level on our track team, so I did it more for the socialization. Now, I was running to stay healthy and keep my stress under control. It worked, and I was hooked. I started runing by myself, then with a neighbor. After awhile, I joined some friends at work for lunchtime runs. I was getting faster, and stress-induced physical pains were no longer an issue. I was having fun, letting go of stress, and feeling good about life. It's become part of my regular routine, and my quality of life has been better because of it.
In the late 70's and early 80's people really didn't know all the reasons for heart disease. My grandfather's generation didn't worry about eating healthy or getting exercise. Only recently have we realized that heart disease can be avoided through serious diet and exercise.
Unfortunately, my Dad does not take diet and exercise seriously. Part of him knows the right thing to do for his health, but he also grew up in the generation that thinks there is a pill to cure everything. To make things worse, he's the type of person that cannot be told how to do something.
So, I knew I would be getting that phone call someday. I've dreaded the day I would get the call, and was actually happy that this one was just a warning. I hope and pray that this is a wake up call for my Dad, and this will bring on a lifestyle change for him that will keep him with us longer.
I love my Dad, and will love him regardless of whether I agree with his decisions. I just hope we have more time together. He recently became a great grandfather, and it would be great if he could get to know my granddaughter, Maliyah, and watch her grow.
As for me, I wonder whether there is a life-limited part inside me that has been passed down from generation to generation or whether all my running and diet will help extend my life a few more years. It would be nice to stick around a bit longer, but I will run regardless. Running has improved my health and quality of life. It has enabled me to form bonds with people and accomplish more than I ever imagined.
So, my dear friends, enjoy your run this week or do whatever helps keep you stay in balance, and take a moment to put my Dad in your thoughts and prayers. I appreciate it.
Take Care,
Steve
Today, unfortunately, after a great 3 hour run at the reservoir with some friends, I was soberingly reminded of why I run when I received a voicemail from my Mom indicating that she was on her way to the hospital with my Dad. He had chest pain and had lost feeling in his arm. After some tests, it was confirmed that he had experienced a heart attack. Fortunately, it was not severe, but the doctors have indicated that there is some muscle damage. The pain and numbness are gone, but he's going through more tests to determine the next steps.
My first reaction was anger. Anger because his father, my grandfather, had several heart attacks and strokes and was paralyzed on one side for the last 10 or so years of his life. I worked at my Dad's shop in those days which was at my grandparents house, so I had lunch with my grandparents on many of those days. It was hard to watch my grandfather struggle and eventually decline. It was hard for everyone involved, and those memories are etched in my mind forever. I decided I didn't want to have the same experience in my life, and I know my Dad didn't want to go through that process either. Unfortunately, I think our approach to dealing with that concern has been very different.
I really started to pay attention to my health and stress level in my early 20's when I would get stressed to the point where it would affect me physically. I knew I was wired like my Dad and his Dad, and I also knew that I needed to get my stress under control before it killed me. So, I started running. I had run in high school, but did not have the discipline, ability, or desire to perform at the highest level on our track team, so I did it more for the socialization. Now, I was running to stay healthy and keep my stress under control. It worked, and I was hooked. I started runing by myself, then with a neighbor. After awhile, I joined some friends at work for lunchtime runs. I was getting faster, and stress-induced physical pains were no longer an issue. I was having fun, letting go of stress, and feeling good about life. It's become part of my regular routine, and my quality of life has been better because of it.
In the late 70's and early 80's people really didn't know all the reasons for heart disease. My grandfather's generation didn't worry about eating healthy or getting exercise. Only recently have we realized that heart disease can be avoided through serious diet and exercise.
Unfortunately, my Dad does not take diet and exercise seriously. Part of him knows the right thing to do for his health, but he also grew up in the generation that thinks there is a pill to cure everything. To make things worse, he's the type of person that cannot be told how to do something.
So, I knew I would be getting that phone call someday. I've dreaded the day I would get the call, and was actually happy that this one was just a warning. I hope and pray that this is a wake up call for my Dad, and this will bring on a lifestyle change for him that will keep him with us longer.
I love my Dad, and will love him regardless of whether I agree with his decisions. I just hope we have more time together. He recently became a great grandfather, and it would be great if he could get to know my granddaughter, Maliyah, and watch her grow.
As for me, I wonder whether there is a life-limited part inside me that has been passed down from generation to generation or whether all my running and diet will help extend my life a few more years. It would be nice to stick around a bit longer, but I will run regardless. Running has improved my health and quality of life. It has enabled me to form bonds with people and accomplish more than I ever imagined.
So, my dear friends, enjoy your run this week or do whatever helps keep you stay in balance, and take a moment to put my Dad in your thoughts and prayers. I appreciate it.
Take Care,
Steve
Monday, May 25, 2009
Memorial Day Weekend
Last year, I ran the Pineland Farms 50 miler in New Gloucester, Maine, and had a great time. Dawn ran the 50K to make it her first ultra, so it was a big weekend for both of us. I think we had broken up a week prior to the race, so the weekend was a bit weird, but fun and we ended up not broken up at all.
This year, I have been determined to enjoy some climbing, and especially on this particular weekend where Carol Ann and Frank host the Ct. Climbers and Mountaineers at their home in North Conway, NH. Their place is within walking distance to the cliffs at Cathedral Ledges, and we all have a great time. I really wanted to go this year, since I had missed the big event last year while running up in Maine. There was one small issue though. Dawn was running the Pineland Farms 50 miler, and I wanted to be there to support her. She was there for me at the Vermont 100, and I wanted to be there to help her at her first 50 miler. Funny thing is that we are not technically together, so friends kept wondering why I was going up to the race since I was not running in it myself. Well, it's just what people do for eachother regardless of "relationship status". It's why we are here on this planet as far as I'm concerned.
Anywhoo! It all worked out in the end. Our corporation gave us a Furlough Day on Friday, so Chris and I headed north on Thursday evening to get some jamming in on Friday. Cathedral Ledges is a big Granite face with many splitter vertical cracks for hand jamming and finger locks. I'm not the most experienced crack climber, so it always takes me a little while to get used to this type of climbing. After working about 12 hours everyday for the past week, I was completely stressed and wiped out. I needed a break. Chris, Paul G., and I headed to the crag, and I was happy to follow (vs. lead) on the first climb. Paul G. lead us up Toe Crack, and I was a bit wigged out by it since it was supposed to be a fairly easy climb. I decided to lead a face climb called "Still in Saigon" next, and took a small fall at the first bolt. I'm blaming the sunscreen on my hands, but who knows lately. Anyway, I managed to lead the rest of the climb without incident, and then Paul took over for the second pitch. We finished off the day with Paul leading Turner Flake and me leading Diagonal, both very cool climbs.
The next day, I had to do all the leading since Chris is a fairly new climber and Paul G. had teamed up with Ged for the day. I was feeling a bit better after a good nights sleep, and we put in an excellent day at the cliff. I was even a little surprised by myself when I decided to lead the first pitch of The Book of Solemnity, one of my favorite Cathedral climbs. After finishing off the day on Bombardment, we had logged 6 solid pitches, and Dawn was waiting at the house for the drive to Maine.
We stopped in Portland for some great Indian Food and managed to get to the hotel in Freeport at a reasonable hour. Dawn's race started at 6AM, so we needed to get up at 4:30AM to make it to the start. It was weird being the one in the supporting role, but I took my duties seriously. After seeing her off at the start, I promptly rolled up in my sleeping bag to take a nap :-) Seriously, what do you do when your runner is going to be out there for 10 hrs. or so?
Anyway, the 50K runners were funneling in, so I didn't sleep long. I got up in time to see Dawn come through at the 15 mile mark. She looked good, and seemed to be in good spirits. My work being done for the moment, I decided to eat breakfast and take another nap while she did the 5.5 mile loop. I figured I had about an hour, and then made it back to my cheering post. I saw some of the runners that had been in front and behind her, but no Dawn. Hmmm, she either came through beforehand, came through while I was chatting with folks, or is back there struggling somewhere. My guess was that she had come through already.
I had been planning to go for a run, so decided to run the course in the opposite direction to check on her status. This strategy really confused most of the runners expecially those that know me as a fellow runner. The cool thing about it was that I ran into fellow CT runner, Bruce, along the way. I didn't realize he was running the race, and was happy to see him. Go Bruce!
After running a short way with Bruce, I headed back on my route. About half way through the loop, I found Dawn walking up a hill (that's what you do at ultras unless you are super fast or stupid), and she was again in great spirits. Cool. My mission was accomplished and I continued to confuse competitors by running the wrong way.
After 10 miles, I decided to stop and get some water, and then watch for Dawn again. While I stood there, I wondered how the heck I ever ran so much and so far last year. I saw last year's second place finisher, Ron, cheering for his wife, and we both wondered why each of us was not running this year. We exchanged stories and then cheered for Daniel who was 3rd place last year. The 3 of us had duked it out last year and I was the one who ended up 4th. Oh well! Daniel was the real winner because he came back for more this year, and eventually finished 4th or 5th. Anyway, Dawn continued to run on her goal pace of 10 hours, but was getting chilled by some light rain. She asked for me to have another shirt for her at the next 10 mile interval, but I was a little worried when it really started to rain hard. Yikes! I put on my Superman costume (actually yellow rain jacket) and ran down the course to find her. After going a couple miles, the sun came out and I was sweating in my yellow raincoat. Well, I guess she doesn't need me now. Nevertheless, I spotted her walking up a hill and decided to wait there for her to come back around a short 1 mile loop. We chatted a bit when she came through, and off I went back to the car. At some point, I showered and ate some food and waited for Dawn to finish. When she came through at 10 hours and 5 minutes, I was incredibly happy for her. She seemed pleased with herself and headed directly to the beer tap to fill her well earned 50 miler glass. I had to smile as this was something I would never do. You go girl!
After stopping in NH for a nice dinner, Dawn dropped me at my car and I gave her a big hug. I told her I was happy for her, but asked her not to do another one for awhile. People always say that to me after a big race, and I always thought it was for my safety or something. As it came out of my mouth, I realized they say it because the whole event is so exhausting for the support crew. Ha! Anyway, I was happy to be on the supporting end for someone that has been there for me. I'm not used to that role, but I think I represented the duty well.
Today, I watched my Granddaughter while she teethed on her first tooth, and then took my daughter and her boyfriend climbing. Afterwards, I shared beers and stories with a couple climbing friends, and checked on Dawn to make sure she was feeling OK. She was doing great.
All in all, it was a great weekend. I had a chance to unwind, enjoy nature, share some time with friends and family, and recharge the batteries. Hope you all had a great weekend too!
Steve
This year, I have been determined to enjoy some climbing, and especially on this particular weekend where Carol Ann and Frank host the Ct. Climbers and Mountaineers at their home in North Conway, NH. Their place is within walking distance to the cliffs at Cathedral Ledges, and we all have a great time. I really wanted to go this year, since I had missed the big event last year while running up in Maine. There was one small issue though. Dawn was running the Pineland Farms 50 miler, and I wanted to be there to support her. She was there for me at the Vermont 100, and I wanted to be there to help her at her first 50 miler. Funny thing is that we are not technically together, so friends kept wondering why I was going up to the race since I was not running in it myself. Well, it's just what people do for eachother regardless of "relationship status". It's why we are here on this planet as far as I'm concerned.
Anywhoo! It all worked out in the end. Our corporation gave us a Furlough Day on Friday, so Chris and I headed north on Thursday evening to get some jamming in on Friday. Cathedral Ledges is a big Granite face with many splitter vertical cracks for hand jamming and finger locks. I'm not the most experienced crack climber, so it always takes me a little while to get used to this type of climbing. After working about 12 hours everyday for the past week, I was completely stressed and wiped out. I needed a break. Chris, Paul G., and I headed to the crag, and I was happy to follow (vs. lead) on the first climb. Paul G. lead us up Toe Crack, and I was a bit wigged out by it since it was supposed to be a fairly easy climb. I decided to lead a face climb called "Still in Saigon" next, and took a small fall at the first bolt. I'm blaming the sunscreen on my hands, but who knows lately. Anyway, I managed to lead the rest of the climb without incident, and then Paul took over for the second pitch. We finished off the day with Paul leading Turner Flake and me leading Diagonal, both very cool climbs.
The next day, I had to do all the leading since Chris is a fairly new climber and Paul G. had teamed up with Ged for the day. I was feeling a bit better after a good nights sleep, and we put in an excellent day at the cliff. I was even a little surprised by myself when I decided to lead the first pitch of The Book of Solemnity, one of my favorite Cathedral climbs. After finishing off the day on Bombardment, we had logged 6 solid pitches, and Dawn was waiting at the house for the drive to Maine.
We stopped in Portland for some great Indian Food and managed to get to the hotel in Freeport at a reasonable hour. Dawn's race started at 6AM, so we needed to get up at 4:30AM to make it to the start. It was weird being the one in the supporting role, but I took my duties seriously. After seeing her off at the start, I promptly rolled up in my sleeping bag to take a nap :-) Seriously, what do you do when your runner is going to be out there for 10 hrs. or so?
Anyway, the 50K runners were funneling in, so I didn't sleep long. I got up in time to see Dawn come through at the 15 mile mark. She looked good, and seemed to be in good spirits. My work being done for the moment, I decided to eat breakfast and take another nap while she did the 5.5 mile loop. I figured I had about an hour, and then made it back to my cheering post. I saw some of the runners that had been in front and behind her, but no Dawn. Hmmm, she either came through beforehand, came through while I was chatting with folks, or is back there struggling somewhere. My guess was that she had come through already.
I had been planning to go for a run, so decided to run the course in the opposite direction to check on her status. This strategy really confused most of the runners expecially those that know me as a fellow runner. The cool thing about it was that I ran into fellow CT runner, Bruce, along the way. I didn't realize he was running the race, and was happy to see him. Go Bruce!
After running a short way with Bruce, I headed back on my route. About half way through the loop, I found Dawn walking up a hill (that's what you do at ultras unless you are super fast or stupid), and she was again in great spirits. Cool. My mission was accomplished and I continued to confuse competitors by running the wrong way.
After 10 miles, I decided to stop and get some water, and then watch for Dawn again. While I stood there, I wondered how the heck I ever ran so much and so far last year. I saw last year's second place finisher, Ron, cheering for his wife, and we both wondered why each of us was not running this year. We exchanged stories and then cheered for Daniel who was 3rd place last year. The 3 of us had duked it out last year and I was the one who ended up 4th. Oh well! Daniel was the real winner because he came back for more this year, and eventually finished 4th or 5th. Anyway, Dawn continued to run on her goal pace of 10 hours, but was getting chilled by some light rain. She asked for me to have another shirt for her at the next 10 mile interval, but I was a little worried when it really started to rain hard. Yikes! I put on my Superman costume (actually yellow rain jacket) and ran down the course to find her. After going a couple miles, the sun came out and I was sweating in my yellow raincoat. Well, I guess she doesn't need me now. Nevertheless, I spotted her walking up a hill and decided to wait there for her to come back around a short 1 mile loop. We chatted a bit when she came through, and off I went back to the car. At some point, I showered and ate some food and waited for Dawn to finish. When she came through at 10 hours and 5 minutes, I was incredibly happy for her. She seemed pleased with herself and headed directly to the beer tap to fill her well earned 50 miler glass. I had to smile as this was something I would never do. You go girl!
After stopping in NH for a nice dinner, Dawn dropped me at my car and I gave her a big hug. I told her I was happy for her, but asked her not to do another one for awhile. People always say that to me after a big race, and I always thought it was for my safety or something. As it came out of my mouth, I realized they say it because the whole event is so exhausting for the support crew. Ha! Anyway, I was happy to be on the supporting end for someone that has been there for me. I'm not used to that role, but I think I represented the duty well.
Today, I watched my Granddaughter while she teethed on her first tooth, and then took my daughter and her boyfriend climbing. Afterwards, I shared beers and stories with a couple climbing friends, and checked on Dawn to make sure she was feeling OK. She was doing great.
All in all, it was a great weekend. I had a chance to unwind, enjoy nature, share some time with friends and family, and recharge the batteries. Hope you all had a great weekend too!
Steve
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Inspiration
What inspires us to run? We enjoy running for many reasons: fitness, stress management, enjoying the outdoors, and spending time with friends, but there's also the inspiration to do a little more, run a little faster, try something different, or sign up for a race. We all get inspired in different ways, by different people and events in our lives.
Recently, I haven't been getting in much mileage, and this year I was determined to take some time off from racing and enjoy climbing, and other pursuits. I've started a new job, so the extra hours have cut into my running as well. So, I find myself enjoying and savoring every chance I have to run rather than dreading the need to get in the miles. I also find myself inspired by so many other runners and fitness hounds out there.
The past few weeks I have found inspiration from family and friends, and some other folks...
I was inspired by Dawn when she decided to run the Pineland Farms 50 miler on Memorial Day weekend. She put in a 28 mile training run last week and again yesterday. Woof! I put in less miles than that in total this past week. Part of me wishes I was doing Pineland Farms with her, but I just don't have the training in this year. Good luck Dawnie!
I was inspired to hear that Captain Bill ran a 3:45 at the Fargo Marathon this weekend. Way to go Bill! Bill is on a quest to do a marathon in every state and is well on his way to achieving this goal.
I was inspired to hear that our Reach the Beach teammate, Flo, won her age group at the Glastonbury River Run a few weeks ago. Way to go Flo!
I'm inspired by all the guys at work that commute by bike or wake at the wee hours to run. I'm planning to try the bike commute very soon. Stay tuned to hear about that adventure!
I'm inspired by Wild Bill L. who ran his first Boston Marathon despite a hip injury, and I'm inspired by the Legend, Rich F., who ran a sub 3 hour Boston Marathon at the age of 50. Awesome!
I'm inspired by all of my friends who are training for the Vermont 100 this year! Best of luck to all of you.
I'm inspired by the Goat every time we lace them up and run together.
I'm inspired by a story of a man who gave up travel by car about 30 years ago to inspire others to give up their dependency on oil. He also took a vow of silence for 17 years. Damn. That's hardcore! Amazingly, he earned a Masters and Phd. during his journey despite not speaking a word. Impressive!
So many great stories out there! I hear them all the time. They inspire me to continue the pursuit of excellence and to maintain the ideals that I believe in. Congrats to all of you for your achievements (including all of you that I did not mention in this space) and thank you for being an inspiration to all of us!
Peace!
Steve
Recently, I haven't been getting in much mileage, and this year I was determined to take some time off from racing and enjoy climbing, and other pursuits. I've started a new job, so the extra hours have cut into my running as well. So, I find myself enjoying and savoring every chance I have to run rather than dreading the need to get in the miles. I also find myself inspired by so many other runners and fitness hounds out there.
The past few weeks I have found inspiration from family and friends, and some other folks...
I was inspired by Dawn when she decided to run the Pineland Farms 50 miler on Memorial Day weekend. She put in a 28 mile training run last week and again yesterday. Woof! I put in less miles than that in total this past week. Part of me wishes I was doing Pineland Farms with her, but I just don't have the training in this year. Good luck Dawnie!
I was inspired to hear that Captain Bill ran a 3:45 at the Fargo Marathon this weekend. Way to go Bill! Bill is on a quest to do a marathon in every state and is well on his way to achieving this goal.
I was inspired to hear that our Reach the Beach teammate, Flo, won her age group at the Glastonbury River Run a few weeks ago. Way to go Flo!
I'm inspired by all the guys at work that commute by bike or wake at the wee hours to run. I'm planning to try the bike commute very soon. Stay tuned to hear about that adventure!
I'm inspired by Wild Bill L. who ran his first Boston Marathon despite a hip injury, and I'm inspired by the Legend, Rich F., who ran a sub 3 hour Boston Marathon at the age of 50. Awesome!
I'm inspired by all of my friends who are training for the Vermont 100 this year! Best of luck to all of you.
I'm inspired by the Goat every time we lace them up and run together.
I'm inspired by a story of a man who gave up travel by car about 30 years ago to inspire others to give up their dependency on oil. He also took a vow of silence for 17 years. Damn. That's hardcore! Amazingly, he earned a Masters and Phd. during his journey despite not speaking a word. Impressive!
So many great stories out there! I hear them all the time. They inspire me to continue the pursuit of excellence and to maintain the ideals that I believe in. Congrats to all of you for your achievements (including all of you that I did not mention in this space) and thank you for being an inspiration to all of us!
Peace!
Steve
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Climbing, Running, Family and Friends
What a weekend! Did you enjoy the warm weather? I certainly enjoyed it. After 2 great days of clear skies and warm temps, I am now listening to thunder and rain outside my window. The sound is so peaceful and is accompanied by a nice cool breeze. Life is perfect....and the Red Sox are beating the Yankees for the 3rd night in a row. Sweet! Jacoby Ellsbury just stole home and was the first Red Sox player to steal home in 10 years. Ha!
Sometimes it is a challenge to find material for a good blog entry, but this past weekend provided so much to share. After working late everday this past week and only managing a couple runs, I was ready to unwind and recharge.
Our climbing group (www.ctclimbers.com) had our Spring trip planned for the Gunks (www.gunks.com), and I was looking forward to it. However, I had yet to reserve a partner up until mid-day on Friday. I called my good friend, Chad, to see if he was available to climb on Saturday, and caught him between climbs at the Gunks. Ha! He snuck out for an early start to the weekend. Lucky for me, he was available for Saturday, and I was set with a partner. Chad has quite the climbing resume with several first ascents to his name, and he's getting ready to climb El Cap in Yosemite in May. So, I was psyched to connect with him for the day.
Chad pointed out a nice looking line that neither of us had climbed, so we scoped it out as Chad racked up to lead the pitch. The climb was rated on the easy side of the range, but was also aptly named, "No Picnic". Chad worked the crux section for a bit while I enjoyed the warming weather. He was apologetic for taking some time, but I was just happy to be outside at the best crag in the East. I followed Chad on the pitch and it was indeed a sweet line. I'll have to lead it sometime soon. While this promised to be a crowded weekend, we were both surprised to see one of my favorite lines, Classic, open. Chad mentioned that he saw climbing legend, John Bragg, on it on Friday, so that was enough to convince me to lead it. We enjoyed both pitches, and then we were desperate for some shade. We hiked down to one of my favorite climbs which is guaranteed to have shade, and it was every bit as good as I remember it. Chad led another great line called Moonlight, and then I got motivated to try something a bit harder. I had fun leading the only sport route in the Gunks and then we headed to the parking lot for some much needed socializing with our friends. Life was good after some spaghetti and wine, and I headed to my parents for a shower and some zzzz's.
On Sunday, I spent a little time helping my parents in the morning, visited my 92 year old Grandmother at a rehab center, and then went to a wedding for my best friend from high school. This was a second wedding for both the bride and groom, so it was fairly low key with mostly family and a few close friends. The vows were taken at a beautiful Arboreum, and it was nice to catch up with some old friends and meet some new ones. The grooms brother married the couple, and I was then both shocked and honored when the bride asked me if I would make a toast. I took a couple minutes to get a few thoughts together and then asked my friend, Eric, how life was different with his new bride, Christy. He said that life was "fuller", and proceeded to describe all the things they do together. I heard what I needed to hear, and then put together a toast that ultimately ended with a toast to the "Fullness of their lives together". Everyone seemed especially pleased with the toast, and my mission was accomplished.
After arriving home, I decided to squeeze in a run before evening set in. It was warm, but I throughly enjoyed it. On the Metacomet Trail, I saw an amazing owl fly into a tree, and I stopped to watch it for a bit. He turned his head all around to see me. I said hello and then was on my way. Life was good! I rounded Pinnacle Rock and saw a few climbers finishing up there lines, and then headed for home.
What a weekend! On Friday night, you could have played music on my tight, stressed out muscles, and now I sit here relaxed and recharged. You can't ask for much more. Climbing, running, family and friends....life is good, and I love it!
Have a great week!
Steve
Sometimes it is a challenge to find material for a good blog entry, but this past weekend provided so much to share. After working late everday this past week and only managing a couple runs, I was ready to unwind and recharge.
Our climbing group (www.ctclimbers.com) had our Spring trip planned for the Gunks (www.gunks.com), and I was looking forward to it. However, I had yet to reserve a partner up until mid-day on Friday. I called my good friend, Chad, to see if he was available to climb on Saturday, and caught him between climbs at the Gunks. Ha! He snuck out for an early start to the weekend. Lucky for me, he was available for Saturday, and I was set with a partner. Chad has quite the climbing resume with several first ascents to his name, and he's getting ready to climb El Cap in Yosemite in May. So, I was psyched to connect with him for the day.
Chad pointed out a nice looking line that neither of us had climbed, so we scoped it out as Chad racked up to lead the pitch. The climb was rated on the easy side of the range, but was also aptly named, "No Picnic". Chad worked the crux section for a bit while I enjoyed the warming weather. He was apologetic for taking some time, but I was just happy to be outside at the best crag in the East. I followed Chad on the pitch and it was indeed a sweet line. I'll have to lead it sometime soon. While this promised to be a crowded weekend, we were both surprised to see one of my favorite lines, Classic, open. Chad mentioned that he saw climbing legend, John Bragg, on it on Friday, so that was enough to convince me to lead it. We enjoyed both pitches, and then we were desperate for some shade. We hiked down to one of my favorite climbs which is guaranteed to have shade, and it was every bit as good as I remember it. Chad led another great line called Moonlight, and then I got motivated to try something a bit harder. I had fun leading the only sport route in the Gunks and then we headed to the parking lot for some much needed socializing with our friends. Life was good after some spaghetti and wine, and I headed to my parents for a shower and some zzzz's.
On Sunday, I spent a little time helping my parents in the morning, visited my 92 year old Grandmother at a rehab center, and then went to a wedding for my best friend from high school. This was a second wedding for both the bride and groom, so it was fairly low key with mostly family and a few close friends. The vows were taken at a beautiful Arboreum, and it was nice to catch up with some old friends and meet some new ones. The grooms brother married the couple, and I was then both shocked and honored when the bride asked me if I would make a toast. I took a couple minutes to get a few thoughts together and then asked my friend, Eric, how life was different with his new bride, Christy. He said that life was "fuller", and proceeded to describe all the things they do together. I heard what I needed to hear, and then put together a toast that ultimately ended with a toast to the "Fullness of their lives together". Everyone seemed especially pleased with the toast, and my mission was accomplished.
After arriving home, I decided to squeeze in a run before evening set in. It was warm, but I throughly enjoyed it. On the Metacomet Trail, I saw an amazing owl fly into a tree, and I stopped to watch it for a bit. He turned his head all around to see me. I said hello and then was on my way. Life was good! I rounded Pinnacle Rock and saw a few climbers finishing up there lines, and then headed for home.
What a weekend! On Friday night, you could have played music on my tight, stressed out muscles, and now I sit here relaxed and recharged. You can't ask for much more. Climbing, running, family and friends....life is good, and I love it!
Have a great week!
Steve
Sunday, April 19, 2009
A tale for the ages
Last night, I had an amazing experience dancing tango. It's one of those rare moments in life that you will remember forever.
While this blog is primarily a running blog, I think it's important to share the other incredible experiences we have along the way.
Sure, I could write about the desperately needed run on Wednesday evening where I happened to matched strides for a little while with another guy named Steve who was putting the finishing touches on his Boston Marathon training. He ran a 2:50 at Boston last year, and was doing an 18 miler on the Wednesday prior to the race. Nice! I was just happy to be outside enjoying the beautiful weather and scenery.
I could also share my experience running into a snake, a Black Racer, on the trail Friday morning. I heard a rattle (like a rattlesnake) and immediately froze. A few feet to my left was a 6 foot snake with it's tail doing the wild thing. The only thing I know about snakes is that I am very afraid of them, and there's not much that scares me these days. The encounter was fairly benign for both of us, but my sister later indicated that it had big implications for changes in my life ;-) I wonder....
...So this story is interesting. This is one that I need to record even if it's only for me. It's one that my Grand daughter can replay to me when I'm too old to remember anything, and I'm sure it will bring a smile to my face :-).
As most of you know, I've been learning the Argentine Tango for about 3 months now. It started innocently enough, but has grown to be a new passion for me. As with any of my interests, I am not satisfied until I can "dance with the best", so I have been aggressively learning on a weekly basis. Yesterday, I attended my first workshop with a true Argentine master. His nickname is "Pulpo" (which means octopus) because of the incredible entanglements he and his partner do with their legs. It's quite amazing to watch, and I was impressed with his style from the beginning.
My focus was not great at the start of class because I attended a wedding Friday evening in NJ and didn't get home until 1AM. In the morning, I drove 2 hours to Pittsfield, MA for this workshop and barely arrived for the 1:30PM start time. Wooof! Anway, the moves started off easy enough, but my partner and I struggled to make a connection. I had never danced with Christine, and we weren't exactly clicking. Nevertheless, I started to relax after a bit, and we worked hard on the moves all day. I felt like we managed OK, but I wondered if I would be able to repeat any of this stuff in a real dance setting. Some folks wondered if it was even practical for a milonga. I was the rookie in the class, so I tried to absorb everything like a sponge. By 5Pm, my brain was fried and I was happy the first 2 workshops ended. I needed food and some decompression.
We all headed over to Jackie and Paul's house for a potluck dinner. Jackie is a great tango instructor, and I love the energy she brings to the tango community. She has taken me on as her "project", and I appreciate her efforts to mold me into a dancer. We all had plenty to eat, and everyone in the community is super friendly. I had a chance to talk to a lot of nice people, and watched in amazement as some of them improvised moves in the tiny dining room space. After a bit, we changed into our formal dance wear, and headed out for the final workshop, and milonga (social dance).
At the milonga I was dancing OK, and my energy level was actually improving as the evening went on. Everyone was friendly, but I am still a bit self-conscious of my lack of experience. I try "new things" because "new" is all I have at this point.
At the midpoint of the evening, Pulpo and his partner did a demonstration dance and it was very impressive. Everyone cheered after they completed their last dance.
Now, this is where it gets interesting... at this point Jackie asked if anyone had an April birthday. Usually, 3-4 people go out on the floor, and the idea is that many partners dance with them over the course of one dance. Jackie beckoned me to come out on the floor since I have an April B-day, but shockingly I was the only one. Uh-oh! Before I knew it, the entire tango community's eyes were on me. I stood there in shock while Jackie queued up some music. She volunteered as my first victim, so I relaxed a little. I figured we would start and everyone would join in and it would all be over. To my surpise, no one was joining in. All eyes were on me as I strutted my 3 months worth of experience in front of "lifetime" tango dancers. Yikes!
I tried to focus, but the partners started cutting in which didn't allow me to get familiar with any of them. I tried to throw in everything I knew, but that's not much. I was afraid of boring 60 or so on-lookers so I finally decided to just "go for it". Damn the torpedoes!
I threw in one of the complicated moves that we learned in class, but my partner and I missed on the first try. We improvised and then I decided to give it another go. It worked, and the crowd went wild! Wow! How cool is that? Then, my workshop partner, Christine, cut in, and I knew we could do something good. I threw in the most complex move of the day, and everyone went bonkers! I felt like the walk-on basketball player who hits the 3 pointer at the buzzer! Who knew this could happend to me...ever? Another lovely lady cut in, and she was motivated to take it to another level. We "cut the rug" like the floor was on fire for another minute or so and before I knew it the tune ended with us getting a huge ovation from the crowd. I was literally shaking from all the adrenaline. Wooooohoooo!
Many people came up to me afterwards to congratulate me on the dance, and even "Pulpo" thanked me for using "his moves". He said it was a huge compliment to him. WOW!
I was walking on Cloud 9 for the rest of the night. I felt like I had arrived in the tango community. Some folks said I had "big ones" for attempting the workshop moves in a dance in front of "Pulpo". "What the heck", I said, "You only live once!"
Dancing the tango is hard work and frustrating at times, but an incredible high when it all clicks. It's like hitting your stride in a marathon or elegantly pulling the crux move on a hard climb. It allows you to be incredibly sensual with someone you just met, and you know that it's OK. You share something for a few moments in time with no implications of anything else. The passion is only limited by the partners involved, and it can be amazing regardless of age, size, or any other physical trait.
For now, it's back to reality. There's work to do and chores to complete. You all know how it is....
After the potluck last night, my friend Victor said, "Steve, I'm glad you came to the workshops today", and I replied with, "Victor, I'm glad you insisted that I try tango a few months ago"......Little did I know that a few hours later I would have the "dance of a lifetime".
Namaste.
Steve
While this blog is primarily a running blog, I think it's important to share the other incredible experiences we have along the way.
Sure, I could write about the desperately needed run on Wednesday evening where I happened to matched strides for a little while with another guy named Steve who was putting the finishing touches on his Boston Marathon training. He ran a 2:50 at Boston last year, and was doing an 18 miler on the Wednesday prior to the race. Nice! I was just happy to be outside enjoying the beautiful weather and scenery.
I could also share my experience running into a snake, a Black Racer, on the trail Friday morning. I heard a rattle (like a rattlesnake) and immediately froze. A few feet to my left was a 6 foot snake with it's tail doing the wild thing. The only thing I know about snakes is that I am very afraid of them, and there's not much that scares me these days. The encounter was fairly benign for both of us, but my sister later indicated that it had big implications for changes in my life ;-) I wonder....
...So this story is interesting. This is one that I need to record even if it's only for me. It's one that my Grand daughter can replay to me when I'm too old to remember anything, and I'm sure it will bring a smile to my face :-).
As most of you know, I've been learning the Argentine Tango for about 3 months now. It started innocently enough, but has grown to be a new passion for me. As with any of my interests, I am not satisfied until I can "dance with the best", so I have been aggressively learning on a weekly basis. Yesterday, I attended my first workshop with a true Argentine master. His nickname is "Pulpo" (which means octopus) because of the incredible entanglements he and his partner do with their legs. It's quite amazing to watch, and I was impressed with his style from the beginning.
My focus was not great at the start of class because I attended a wedding Friday evening in NJ and didn't get home until 1AM. In the morning, I drove 2 hours to Pittsfield, MA for this workshop and barely arrived for the 1:30PM start time. Wooof! Anway, the moves started off easy enough, but my partner and I struggled to make a connection. I had never danced with Christine, and we weren't exactly clicking. Nevertheless, I started to relax after a bit, and we worked hard on the moves all day. I felt like we managed OK, but I wondered if I would be able to repeat any of this stuff in a real dance setting. Some folks wondered if it was even practical for a milonga. I was the rookie in the class, so I tried to absorb everything like a sponge. By 5Pm, my brain was fried and I was happy the first 2 workshops ended. I needed food and some decompression.
We all headed over to Jackie and Paul's house for a potluck dinner. Jackie is a great tango instructor, and I love the energy she brings to the tango community. She has taken me on as her "project", and I appreciate her efforts to mold me into a dancer. We all had plenty to eat, and everyone in the community is super friendly. I had a chance to talk to a lot of nice people, and watched in amazement as some of them improvised moves in the tiny dining room space. After a bit, we changed into our formal dance wear, and headed out for the final workshop, and milonga (social dance).
At the milonga I was dancing OK, and my energy level was actually improving as the evening went on. Everyone was friendly, but I am still a bit self-conscious of my lack of experience. I try "new things" because "new" is all I have at this point.
At the midpoint of the evening, Pulpo and his partner did a demonstration dance and it was very impressive. Everyone cheered after they completed their last dance.
Now, this is where it gets interesting... at this point Jackie asked if anyone had an April birthday. Usually, 3-4 people go out on the floor, and the idea is that many partners dance with them over the course of one dance. Jackie beckoned me to come out on the floor since I have an April B-day, but shockingly I was the only one. Uh-oh! Before I knew it, the entire tango community's eyes were on me. I stood there in shock while Jackie queued up some music. She volunteered as my first victim, so I relaxed a little. I figured we would start and everyone would join in and it would all be over. To my surpise, no one was joining in. All eyes were on me as I strutted my 3 months worth of experience in front of "lifetime" tango dancers. Yikes!
I tried to focus, but the partners started cutting in which didn't allow me to get familiar with any of them. I tried to throw in everything I knew, but that's not much. I was afraid of boring 60 or so on-lookers so I finally decided to just "go for it". Damn the torpedoes!
I threw in one of the complicated moves that we learned in class, but my partner and I missed on the first try. We improvised and then I decided to give it another go. It worked, and the crowd went wild! Wow! How cool is that? Then, my workshop partner, Christine, cut in, and I knew we could do something good. I threw in the most complex move of the day, and everyone went bonkers! I felt like the walk-on basketball player who hits the 3 pointer at the buzzer! Who knew this could happend to me...ever? Another lovely lady cut in, and she was motivated to take it to another level. We "cut the rug" like the floor was on fire for another minute or so and before I knew it the tune ended with us getting a huge ovation from the crowd. I was literally shaking from all the adrenaline. Wooooohoooo!
Many people came up to me afterwards to congratulate me on the dance, and even "Pulpo" thanked me for using "his moves". He said it was a huge compliment to him. WOW!
I was walking on Cloud 9 for the rest of the night. I felt like I had arrived in the tango community. Some folks said I had "big ones" for attempting the workshop moves in a dance in front of "Pulpo". "What the heck", I said, "You only live once!"
Dancing the tango is hard work and frustrating at times, but an incredible high when it all clicks. It's like hitting your stride in a marathon or elegantly pulling the crux move on a hard climb. It allows you to be incredibly sensual with someone you just met, and you know that it's OK. You share something for a few moments in time with no implications of anything else. The passion is only limited by the partners involved, and it can be amazing regardless of age, size, or any other physical trait.
For now, it's back to reality. There's work to do and chores to complete. You all know how it is....
After the potluck last night, my friend Victor said, "Steve, I'm glad you came to the workshops today", and I replied with, "Victor, I'm glad you insisted that I try tango a few months ago"......Little did I know that a few hours later I would have the "dance of a lifetime".
Namaste.
Steve
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