Once a month, my wife has her book group, and for the last nineteen years or so Logan and I have “Boys Night Out” where we go out and get bite and then go do something depending on our mood. This past Tuesday was our evening and we went to a restaurant here in Tulsa overlooking the Arkansas River.
The air was cool and the sun was warm and the view sublime. Service was kind of slow but we didn’t care we talked about a wide range of topics. Everything from Logan’s school to Article 13 that passed in Europe this week and everything in between and beyond.
When we started the sun was high, when we left it was getting dark.
Did we go home? Nope, time for some ice cream at a funky ice cream joint downtown.
It was Viennese Coffee and Vegan Coffee for him and Peanut Butter Curry and Marshall’s Stout for me. And more conversation for both of us.
We are unwinding from cold Spring to a warmer Spring. Last Thursday I got home in time for a fast (for me) ten miles on a trail close to home. I can run again after about a one year hiatus so I plan on alternating running with bicycling. Which probably means that I will suck at both but I am going to protect my knees.
Friday I discovered the thrill of cheap tickets on stubhub(dot)com. March Madness came to Tulsa and as game time approached the prices of tickets from the online scalpers plunged. I was able to get a lower level ticked for a fraction of the face cost. I love getting a deal and I thoroughly enjoyed the game.
Friday night was warm enough for the first fire on the patio night for Heather and I, and the dogs. Although they had a worried look, like “We have a perfectly good house just a few feet away, what are doing out here?”
Saturday afternoon Logan and I headed to the Community Food Bank of Eastern Oklahoma and along with a bunch of other people rebagged potatoes from huge supersacks holding hundreds of pounds to ten pound bags. After about three hours I think I have had enough of potato sacking to last me a while.
Here is a sign they had as we left . I liked it and thought I would share it.
Sunday morning was more volunteering for me as I helped at an aid station for a trail race on Turkey Mountain here in Tulsa. I poured out cups of gatorade and water, set out cookies, pretzels, cheetos, m&m’s and potato chips, cut up bananas, and made a bunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Look at those people actually running. None of the photos taken of me while I am running, actually show me running. I look like a fat guy walking to a donut shop.
Trail Runners and are a great group. They are very polite and appreciative. Most of them stop for a little bit and visit. Also they are very neat and tidy. On road races it is customary for the racers to just throw the cups down on the street at an aid station. I have never once seen that happen in a trail race. They hate litter and so put the cups in the trash sack and a few of them actually pick up bits of trash as they are running. They love their trails and want them to stay clean.
As you can see it was kind of a party from time to time. It was a lot of fun but I was beat after my three hour shift, plus I had to walk back to the car through the mud that these folks were running in.
Spring is here finally. Warm days, cool nights, periodic rains! Sign me up. Plus the daffodils are blooming. I went to Tulsa’s Woodward Park on Tuesday and they were blooming. It seems to have caught everybody by surprise.
I love my new lensball maybe too much.
The pickers were not out yet. The people who pick the flowers and tell me that “The flowers are for everybody, so its okay!” So I got them early. Next come the Tulips!!
I know, to others it should be called Turkey Mountain hill but I love it.
That’s Tulsa’s Turkey Mountain over there across the Arkansas River.
And here is a guard donkey out in western Oklahoma. Now pay attention, my wife’s cousin’s wife took the pic and texted it to me. I edited it and post it on instagram. Are we instagram friends yet? Why not, I am @yogiab. Connect! That’s what we do on the interwebs right. Do it now!! Guard donkeys are used to protect cow herds from predators such as coyotes.
On Sunday, I went for my first bike ride of the year on the RiverParks. I loved it!! I only went ten miles and it was great and brutal at the same time. I loved the sunshine but my butt was feeling the ten miles.
Something new was the electric powered scooters on the trails. My grumpy curmedgeonly self was like these need to be banned! They have no use on the sacred Riverparks trails and my other self really loved the smiles of joy of the riders as they cruised on by. So I am keeping an open mind.
And then the puzzling case of the strange person laying across the lanes of the bicycle lane while watching a rugby match (yes, rugby is a semi big thing in Tulsa). Hmmm. What’s up with that?
I love Turkey Mountain before the vegetation grows back, and the snakes. Oh btw, the snakes are already out, and the chiggers, and the ticks. Sorry
Monday night I went running on Turkey Mountain. It felt totally unnatural and I couldn’t figure it out and then it struck me. After I injured my knees back in 2017, they didn’t quit hurting until June of 2018. By then I was bicycling whenever I could. So it has been two years since I have been running regularly.
And I can tell it! My multifaceted program of bicycling, elliptical machines, workout classes, yoga classes and lots of walking are okay but nothing beats fitness and fun like running. I only did about 2.6 miles but I loved it.
Two years ago it was about trying to fit in an 8 mile run in such a small space without looping anything again. Now, its about keeping my eyes open and loving what I see.
A rare add to a post. Wednesday night I captured this image of the Equinox Supermoon, or Worm Moon, or my favorite, the Lenten Moon.
Well, I have overstayed my welcome, I am linking with Skywatch Friday
We had a little group meeting at work a few days ago where they gave us an update on what is going on and what is planned and so on. I started with this outfit when the group was pretty small and last year they were just a few million short of a billion dollars in earnings so we have been pretty successful and I have had my part in it and have been rewarded and that is great that have been and continue to be good to me and now I am in a support job which is fine and I’m thinking about retiring in the next year or so.
But a funny thing happened. I got into what the future plans were and thinking, I can’t leave now. I want to see what happens and I want to be a part of it! And then the IT guy got up and started talking about all the software tools and upgrades we are going to get. So it was like, wow, I want to see that also.
But then I realized that there is always going to be new things going on and there will always be new tools to use and that is great but I don’t want to be hauled out of work feet first, so to speak so it is going to be others taking up the challenge and I’ll be off doing something else.
I read a poem recently by Mary Oliver called Storage where she writes about moving from a bigger house to a smaller house and putting some of her treasures in a storage unit and then a few years later she hires a guy to haul it all off because they were no longer treasures to her and the poem closes with: “…Things, Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing – the reason they can fly.”
So I need to make room for other things besides business plans and tools. Things like spending more time with my wife, reading more books, riding my bike more, taking lots more yoga classes, staying up late, getting up late, lingering over coffee, seeing more movies and not giving a second thought about what I left behind except to make sure the pension checks don’t bounce.
It’s been stormy and rainy here lately and so this past weekend when son and I wanted to go hiking we went to Ray Harral Nature Park where most of the trails are paved and the others drain well.
The trails aren’t as extensive as some places but it is extremely networked and one can easily get a two mile hike in without it getting repetitive.
And of course I brought my newest toy, my LensBall to take some photos. I really like experimenting with it.
We got a couple miles in on a nice sunny breezy day.
We are having a late winter this year and it is really irritating me. I mean the days are longer, the light is good, even the birds are singing but it is bitter cold. What’s up with that.
I got me a glass ball to take photos with. I love it. It took me a while to get the hang of it but I am liking it now. You have to be careful in full sun. I was taking a photo today with it and I about burnt my hand. It is like a magnifying glass. I’ve read reviews that it can start fires if you place it on dry grass in full sun.
I like messing with photographs. This is the green space in our neighborhood. I edited it rather heavily with some iphone apps.
The floor was kind of cold, even with a mat.
I’ve been taking lots of yoga classes lately. Six so far this year, five in the last three weeks. I have very stiff muscles and at my age I can tell if I don’t do anything about it then it is going to be a bigger and bigger factor as time goes by. I don’t want any big factors. I can tell a difference already. I feel a little looser and a lot stronger. Yoga is not for weaklings. Those small, skinny, women who teach are strong as well as limber. Plus I have this great sense of well being afterward.
A nice French Ale
So I signed up for a “Beer and Yoga” event at a local brewery. Yep, I went. It was great. I noticed most of the participants got their beer to begin with. I didn’t because the brew was going to be my reward. Plus at my age, if I drank it before the class then I would have to leave the class temporarily one, two, or three times. Don’t make me explain why. Anyway I loved the class but it will be a while before the next one. Our gym was hosting a kids indoor triathlon last Saturday and had cancelled all the classes. So this Saturday I’ll be back to either the stand up paddleboard class I have been taking or my wife’s AquaZoneBa class she teaches. No beer at either one but hey, I have lots of my own beer.
And while I am telling on myself, here is some more. We went to a recently renovated movie theater the other day and guess what they have a full bar. So I got me a craft beer to go with the movie. It was cold that day and they had reclining seats so I brought me a blanket as well. T Don’t you judge me!!
Now that I have shared much more than I should, I am linking with Skywatch Friday.
Last Sunday I ran in the Quarter Marathon segment of the 2019 Post Oak Lodge Challenge races, three days of trail races of both metric and mileage based races from the Quarter and 10K up to full Marathons. This is the tenth year of the races and I think I have run in maybe eight of them and it has been really cool watching this event take off from something relatively small and cool to something that is a lot bigger and still cool.
This year, like last year, there was some rain in the days ahead of the event, but it didn’t seem near as wet to me as last year, especially the first half.
The race is mainly along single track trails and it has a nice vibe to it, rolling in and out of the woods and meadows and up and down the hills.
And it was extremely well marked which is something since there are so many races over three days and many of the races use the same segments for part of the time and then diverge. So I was keeping a sharp eye out for the yellow ribbons with black polkadots.
At about halfway, things started getting a little messy. you can see some of the maneuvers above that us back of the packers use to negotiate the mud.
And sometimes you can’t do anything about it at all. Maybe edge toward the side. Running through the tall grass is an imperfect solution as it grabs your legs and the ground is uneven. I had several elite runners lap me on the muddy segment. Their technique is to just run through the mud.
And we had a few creeks to cross. I would love to have a video of my tip toeing from rock to rock here. Again, the elite men women just run through it.
And then here. My foot my have slipped off the log going across. The water was ice cold. I only fell once during the event when I slipped sideways and fell on my butt. That was a week ago and my running clothes are still on the back porch while I figure out how to clean them.
The feature that everybody gets to run of all lengths is the “Hill from Hell” one mile up a hill. This is the view from the top. That is downtown Tulsa way over yonder.
And then the post race five course luncheon. Simple but good and filling. Chili, potato salad, potato chips, bottled water and beer.
When I first started running races years ago, nobody had medals, now they are all the rage. Post Oak had nice medals back before they were cool.
The race was supposed to be a quarter marathon which would be about 6.5 miles. It ended up being a little shy of seven. No big deal, that is the way trail races go. I think the race directors laugh and laugh. I finished just about last in every category, but I finished, vertically and had a great time. I finished it thirty minutes faster than I did last year. Last year it was my first race after my injury the previous November so I walked it and the mud just made it miserable. This year, I jogged the easy downhill legs and was able to do a much easier pace and at least stay in sight of a few people.
Thank you to the race directors, sponsors, the army of volunteers it takes to put a good race on and my fellow participants as well as they Post Oak Lodge which good naturedly puts up with people tracking mud and and out of their facility for three days. Trail Racing is the nice and kind type of racing. The elite guys always warn you that they are coming up behind you, because on single track trails you have to move aside, and they say thank you or good job as they pass. Everybody is good natured and friendly.
The course was great, the aid stations wonderful, the food afterwards, great, the shirts, the medals. You can tell that they work hard to make it a great event.
