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Canyon Classic Century 2013

canyon-classic-2013Or, a better title would be, Incomplete Canyon Classic Century.

With temperatures forecasted to be over 100 degrees I knew it was going to be a tough day.

And that would prove to be an understatement.

I had planned on doing the full century, 110 miles and over 10,000 feet of climbing.

I headed of Patterson about 6:30 AM and it was already starting to get warm. After a couple of miles through town, I started up Del Puerto Canyon Road. There was a little breeze and the sun was out and casting long shadows. There was a tad bit of chill in the air as the small little climb started, but it was clear that it was going to be a hot day.

Turning right on Del Puerto Canyon Road

Turning right on Del Puerto Canyon Road

I rode easy up to Frank Raines Park before heading up toward the junction. There’s 8 miles from Frank Raines Park to the junction. The last 3 miles of that isn’t much… the first 5 miles, however, is tough! I had forgotten just how tough this climb was. Five miles, climbing 1,400 feet, in the heat, was about all I was going to muster this day.

I stopped at the top before the last 3 miles to the junction and decided I would turn around at that point. Maybe I’ll head up to Diablo Grande when I get to the bottom of the canyon. There wasn’t going to be a full century in me today. And I was okay with it. Did I mention it was hot?

I did not do Diablo Grande. I just headed back to Patterson. I was starting to feel ill.

The ride back to town was tough and getting tougher with every single degree of temperature increase. SAG seemed to be taking loads of riders back to the start.

Back at the school, I got back in the car, turned on the AC and drank all the water in the ice chest. Once again, they served an amazing lunch! They also had towels in ice water and were handing them out to riders. I talked to many of the other riders. Interestingly, there were a lot of similar stories. Almost everyone I spoke with rode less than they intended and many had to wait a long time for SAG to pick them up.

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Del Puerto Canyon Road

Del Puerto Canyon Road

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starting the climb

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Is that shade up ahead?!?!?

 

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My glasses at the end of the day. That's a lot of salt!

My glasses at the end of the day. That’s a lot of salt!

At the end.

Great lunch! Chicken, chili. And RC!!! Score!

Great lunch! Chicken, chili. And RC!!! Score!

 

55.6 miles

3,667 feet of climbing

04:23:54

14 bottles of water

Next year? Well, if it’s 90 degrees or below, maybe.

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Avenue of the Vines

After just a couple of weeks since the Pleasanton half-marathon, I ran another one one Sunday, the Avenue of the Vines.

This race started at Woodbridge Winery in Acampo. Interestingly, the same starting location as my first century almost 10 years ago.

We got started about 20 minutes late. There had been an accident on highway 99 and the race organizers were kind enough to delay the start so everyone could get there.

The course wasn’t very interesting and there was very little shade. There were a lot of very friendly volunteers and a great turnout.

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Not my favorite of the races I’ve done so far but still a fun race.

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I still didn’t reach my goal of a sub-2 hour half-marathon. In fact, it was my slowest half-marathons of the 4 I have done. At 2:09, I am just glad I finished. I know that sounds cliché but there were a few miles during the race when I thought there was no way I’d be able to finish the 13 miles.

At around mile 10, Ken came riding his bike down the road… he took this shot. Thanks to Ken, Kenny, Megen, Dan and Mak for being there at the finish.

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Pleasanton Half Marathon

On Sunday, I completed my third half-marathon, the Pleasanton Half Marathon.

It was a great day for a run! A little overcast, start time temps in the high 50s with just a hint of a breeze. Dawn, Makenzy, and I got to Dublin early to pick up Mike and Rachel before heading out to Pleasanton Sports Park.

Before the first mile, Mike was in front of me. Although I could still see him up ahead, he wouldn’t see me until I crossed the finish line five minutes after him.

The route was great. For nearly the entire race, I had no idea where I was. I worked in Pleasanton for many years, but didn’t recognize any of these streets. The unfamiliarity made it very interesting. The path parallel to I-680 was as close to looking familiar as I would get.

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The course was along a few different surfaces. The loose dirt and other surfaces of some of the trails were a cool change to pavement.

I started off feeling pretty good. I hadn’t added any bike or running miles all week so I was plenty rested. My first five miles were pretty fast for me, 8:41 pace. I first tried to hang out with the 1:55 pace group but only lasted a few miles. I then tried to stick with the 2:00 pacer but only managed to hang on for a few more miles. After mile 8 I was starting to slow down and was really starting to hurt. My knees (and ITB) were fine, just my quads were hurting.

Just before mile 10 I looked behind me and saw the 2:05 pacer running by himself. He passed me but I pushed until I caught back up. This was my first experience running with a pacer. He proved to be just what I needed. He kept me focused and I was able to push through the pain for the last few miles. He slowed a bit near the end to get back on pace and told me kick it up a gear and finish strong.

I finished at 2:01:47. Still looking for the sub-2 time, but was pretty happy with how I did, and very thankful to that pacer. I couldn’t help doing the math afterward. Based on my pre-pacer pace and trend, I think I would have finished at 2:07 or so. So, thanks pacer!

Not too long after the race it started to rain. Just for a couple of minutes, but enough of it that I was even more happier that I finished when I did.

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Looking forward to my next half in Lodi in a couple of weeks.

 

 

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George Jones

I feel tears welling up.

Goodbye George Jones.

I always knew the day would come. I had been dreading it a lot lately.

On Friday morning, just as I was leaving for work, my brother Tony texted me the news. I went to my computer, did a google search and listened to “He Stopped Loving Her Today”, the saddest country song of all time. I listened to it a couple of times and just cried. That song was one of my mom’s favorites.

For as long as I can remember, I have loved the rumbling majestic voice of George Jones. I love rock, I love pop, but I really love country music, especially the classic stuff from the 50s and 60s. I grew up listening to Willie and Waylon, as well as Kenny Rogers and The Oak Ridge Boys, depending on what mood I was in. I was always in the mood for George Jones.

I have never been this sad about the death of a celebrity. I don’t fully understand it, but, at times, it feels as if I’ve lost a close personal friend.

I never had the chance to meet the Possum, but I did get to see him in concert. Twice, in fact. Twice in one week. I shared George Jones with my Auntie Kelly, which made those two concerts even more meaningful.

The concerts were amazing! I have great memories of those shows, and of this picture that I snapped at Konocti the last time I saw him in concert in 2002. I was standing a foot or two in front of him and he was smiling right at me. Wow.

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George Jones had a unique vocal style. There will never be another like him. Now I wonder, who’s going to fill his shoes?

Thanks for the memories. Thanks for the melodies.

Yabba dabba doo, the king is gone and so are you.

Rest in peace George Glenn Jones.

 

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The Best Ride Ever Ride

This metric-ish century, put on by the San Joaquin Bike Coalition, was named The Best Ride Ever Ride.

With a name like that, what could wrong?

Nothing.

It was a perfect morning for a bike ride. A little chilly in the morning but a forecast of clear skies and warm temps were ahead. The best ride took off from Cycles Gladiator Winery on Woodbridge Road in Acampo and headed east toward Camanche. It didn’t take long for the temperature to get close to 90. Thankfully, the head wind on the return wasn’t as bad as it can be.

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Most of the climbs on the way out were subtle, but there were a couple of attention getters, especially for the first climbs of the year.

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The course was marked very well and the rest stops were placed in great spots with great volunteers. It was cool that they had Gu gel packs available as well as good snacks.

The post ride meal of pulled pork sandwiches was a great end to the best ride ever.

Definitely doing this ride again.

58.7 miles
3:51:29

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Goodbye Sashi Noir

Our beloved dog, Sashi Noir, passed away on Friday.

Our hearts have broken. She got sick on Tuesday and, after a trip to the vet, it seemed like she’d be sick for a couple of days and then come out of it. She did not. On Friday, she passed away. She left us knowing she was loved, I’m sure of it.

Sashi joined our family when she was just two months old. She was tiny and full of energy. She quickly got big and always had more energy than a dog of her size should. She behaved daintily as often as she acted like a big girl. She was a great protector and liked to play, especially hide-and-seek and basketball. I will always miss her excitement when I’d come home from work.

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There may be more dogs in our lives, but there will never be another quite like you, girl.

 

Sashi Noir
04/04/04 – 04/12/13

 

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Mud on the Farm, Revisited

Today, Ken and I ran the Mud on the Farm Mud Run at Dell’Osso Farms. For me, it was a return to the place where my running life began. Before last September’s Mud on the Farm, I had ran in a few 5k races but would certainly not have considered myself a runner.

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I barely survived last year’s mud run and it motivated me to start running. Just to be sure I’d keep it up, and because my (11 year) older brother did the same, I also signed up for the Tahoe Tough Mudder in July 2013.

So, this time was great, except for the fact that Makenzy got sick and couldn’t run it with me.

There were a couple of new obstacles and there weren’t a lot of people in our wave so there weren’t the delays at some of the obstacles like last year.

And how did we do?

Well, we both did a lot better than last year’s event.

And Ken took 3rd place for his age group! And since he did a hard face plant in the mud at the very end, he earned some time with the medics. Thankfully, he was able to open his eyes an hour or so after finishing the race.

Looking forward to the Tahoe Tough Mudder!

Check out the pics here.

 

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The Modesto Half Marathon

I ran my second half-marathon last weekend, the Surgical Artistry Modesto Marathon.

The course started in downtown Modesto and went through a residential area before heading out west of highway 99. The weather was perfect and there were a lot of runners; well, considerably more than I experienced in Galt in February!

I got to see Tyre Girl in action, who runs marathons dragging a tire behind her to raise awareness about recycling. (read her post about the SAMM here)

The course, wasn’t bad at all until the last few miles, on the straight and very boring return back. After the full marathon split-off the mile markers were off a bit, and many of the runners (including myself) looked a little confused at every mile marker. I didn’t mind though… it added about a half mile to my run.

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There was Gatorade, not just water, at many of the water stations, and for the last few miles they were handing out Gu (thank goodness!).

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My official time was 2:04:05. A little slower than the Tiny Half, but since that course was a little short and this one a little long, I was pleased with the result. Within a couple of minutes of crossing the finish line I received an e-mail congratulating me on finishing and reporting my official time. I was in a lot of pain when I finished. Both of my IT bands were killing me and it took quite a while for me to walk through to the end of the finishing line (or whatever that thing is called).

Like at my first race, it was great to have Dawn and Makenzy there with me. Maybe they’ll get tired of coming out to cheer me on (at the start and finish) but I hope they never do, it’s nice having someone at the end!

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Another race… another Frank appearance!

The volunteers were great and the course was fun. There was plenty to do after the race, too. I’m looking forward to doing it again next year.

 

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The Tiny Half-Marathon

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Last Saturday, I completed the inaugural “Tiny” Half Marathon, my first half-marathon.

Having started running late last year, I was eager to run in my first half-marathon.

Right from the start, all of the advice I had heard from my runner friends was to keep it slow…

So I started off slow… or so I thought. I started my time on Strava more than a minute before the race started… so what I thought was a slow pace for the first mile was actually pretty fast. At mile 2 I finally figured that out and dropped my pace a bit.

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Right after the start, and I had no idea that Row Row #313) was right there!

My personal goal was to finish the 13.1 miles without stopping or walking. Even though I tried to not get a number stuck in my hand, I was pretty sure I could finish in 2:07:00.

The course was cool and interesting. Having seen some of Galt on my bike, it was nice to see it a little slower.

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And it was great to see some friends like Frank, Row, and David.

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Near the end, after barely getting over the massive climb at mile 12 (the highway 99 overpass) I knew I was going to finish the run but had no sense what my time was. When I turned the corner, no more than 50 meters from the finish line, I saw the time has just passed the 2 hour mark!

I was pretty pumped that I completed the race in just over 2 hours! My official time was 2:00:36.

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Stockton, We Can Overcome This

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Last night, our city council took the first step toward bankruptcy. By the end of the week, Stockton will be the largest US city to file for bankruptcy protection.

All of a sudden, being labeled “America’s Most Miserable City” a couple of times by some magazine doesn’t sound so bad.

We ran out of money.

There are many reasons why. Our city leaders made poor decisions during the economic boom. Unscrupulous mortgage lending practices flooded the central valley with home buyers leading to increased property values which swelled the city with the sweet nectar of property tax revenue. We banked on this gravy train continuing forever.

Then of course, it did not.

Now, Stockton’s favorite pastime is the blame-game. So many of us want to point the finger at someone.

The police and fire unions, previous mayors and council members, former city manager Mr. Milne, and even city employees themselves have all been the target of someone’s blame.

We need to stop blaming. We’ve already diagnosed what happened so we can be pretty sure it won’t happen again, blaming people isn’t going to solve anything.

We certainly cannot blame city employees. They did exactly what we would all do. Well, I’ll speak for myself here. I would have done the same thing. Even the double dipping. Given an opportunity to advance economically, in a way that seems completely healthy at the time, we’d all do it! Plus, most city employees are hard working people that care deeply about our city.

As are the members of our city council and our Mayor. If you don’t like what they’re doing, vote for someone else. Otherwise, find a productive way to help. Our council members have a difficult task; I can’t imagine why anyone in their right mind would want that job. I am grateful that some people choose to do it and I appreciate their strength in the face of such adversity.

Facing a budget shortfall of $26 million, and ballooning debt in the hundreds of millions, it seems the city made the best choice.

Now, it’s time to get on with making Stockton great. Do we have an uphill battle? Oh hell yes. The likes of which most of us could have never imagined. But we can do it.

We can overcome this.

We know there are many great things about Stockton. Let’s keep our cool and not let the stigma of bankruptcy distract us from making our city a place we can be proud of. We need to continue to shop locally and do our part to make our neighborhoods safer and stronger.

Most of all, we need to get involved. Talk to our neighbors. Talk to our council members. Attend council meetings, or watch online. Ask questions. If we spent the last 20 years watching our local leaders as much as we have during the last few months, we likely wouldn’t have been in such a mess.

Let’s make it great, Stockton! The future of our city depends on it.

 

With all of the emotion of the last couple of days, this made me laugh.

 

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My Dad, The Face of Strength

My Dad has Mantle cell lymphoma, a rare form of non-Hodgkin lymphoma. He was diagnosed in February after an anomaly appeared in his regular blood work. It quickly progressed from “you’ll die from old age long before this gets you” to “you need aggressive treatment now”.

Well, after two complete rounds of chemotherapy, Dad is still going strong. He’s not going to let something like this stop him. Ask him what keeps him going and he’ll quickly tell you that his strong faith has prepared him, he’s not afraid to die and he knows where he’s going. But this doesn’t mean he’s giving up. Not at all. He still has a lot of fight in him.

He’s even fully embraced this new, bald look. And Beckwiths don’t go bald. Ever. Well, rock the bald, Dad, rock it!

The journey to being cured is not yet complete, still some road ahead for him. But it’s great to know that Dad’s spirit is still strong and he’s continuing the fight.

  

I love you Dad.