Running Commentary

Sunday morning before most of the world was yet awake, I had a great 7-mile run out the Ohlone Greenway and back. This was after last week's big rain and before this week's, so the sky was clear. As soon as the sun peeked over the hill, the birds started in with their chirping and the fog rolled in just as if it wasn't October. I ran out almost to Stockton Street, stopping when I got to a set of three low-set bars that were saying to me, "Drop and give us 20!" So I did. Five push-ups on the lowest bar, five on the middle, and ten on the high. Puff, puff, I gotta tell ya. That was my turnaround point, so I backtracked and made a stop at some low-rising parallel bars that I'd never noticed before. The parallel-bar experience for me in the past has generally been fraught with terror (What if I get out in the middle and my arms give way? What if I lurch so hard I lurch right off the bars? ). But that's because the set I've used before is ver-r-r-ry tall, s

Wanted to check in on a day full of events (including postseason baseball games--too much fun). Here's a quiz: What's notable about October 11, 2009? a. It would have been my dad's 102nd birthday. b. It is the six-month anniversary of the fall that put me out of commission for three months. c. It is the day I ran the Primo's half marathon in Danville. d. All of the the above. And the answer is--ta da!--d., All of the above. So it's a special day. Here's my daddy posing with my mother's daddy. The time was about 1934, when RAH would have been 26 or 27. A pair of handsome fellas. I wish I had a portrait-quality photo of me at the starting line in Danville, but hey, it was dark when Z took this. The race started at 7:15, so it was barely light even when the starting gun went off. Things were a little fuzzy, so I guess this picture is appropriate. The run went very well. My energy stayed high. I wasn't fast, but really the point today was to ascertain wheth