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Bear with Me

Nearly literally. I went out for a training run today on the local rail trail.  Right about the end of mile 1, a car came zipping up a parking lot adjacent to the trail, honking.  “Hey!  Hey!  You on the trail!  There was a bear spotted <mumble, mumble>.  Keep an eye open!”  “OK!  Thanks!”  I […]

Nearly literally.

I went out for a training run today on the local rail trail.  Right about the end of mile 1, a car came zipping up a parking lot adjacent to the trail, honking.  “Hey!  Hey!  You on the trail!  There was a bear spotted <mumble, mumble>.  Keep an eye open!”  “OK!  Thanks!”  I started making plans on how to alter my route.  The driver mentioned a location, but I didn’t know it.  I tentatively planned to turn around at 1.5 mi out and extend my run an additional .5 mi in the other direction.  When I got to the 1.5 mi mark, a couple guys at a road crossing yelled, “hey! Did you see the bear?”  “Nope!”  “It went running down there [indicating where I came from] about 10 minutes ago!”  “Thanks!”  I continued to the 2 mi mark, my original goal and turned around.  When I got back to the crossing, I checked if there had been any sign of the bear.  Since there wasn’t, I moved on making tentative plans for what I should do if I encountered the neighborhood oursine.  Avoiding it was what I figured would be best (and it turns out is the most reasonable thing).

I did not see a bear, though, just other joggers and bikers.

Unlike Monday, when I had a lot of trouble breathing and hadn’t slept properly for two days, today’s run was very solid.  A really nice 4.5 mi run, split in my usual run .75, walk .25 pace.  At my last leg, I came upon my co-worker Dave who is an accomplished marathon runner.  Dave had finished his “easy” run (which is way faster than I can manage).  I goaded him into running my last .25 mi leg as his cool down, which he did.  I had to keep telling him to slow down.  In the last 50 yards, I spent any energy I had left and pulled my stride out to its best.  It hurt, but in the good way.  Hopefully, Friday’s 5 mi goal will work.

Now to business – and you knew I was going here.  The race is in two months (August 12th).  I have reached my theoretical fundraising goal, but I’d really like to do much better.  In a way, it reminds me of this joke: a chicken approaches a pig and says, “hey! I want to start a restaurant with you!  We’ll call it ‘Ham and Eggs’!”  The pig says, “no way!”  “Why?” “Because I’d be committed and you would only be involved!”  Well, I am committed to doing this, but I’m asking you to please, please consider getting involved.  My donation page is here.  I know a bunch of my facebook friends read this and there must be, what, at least two people from metafilter (I kid, I kid). If you would consider this amount $10.  Really.  Just $10.  If half my facebook friends donated that amount and 1/8 of the traffic from metafilter, this would be at least another $1000 going to the Massachusetts Down Syndrome Congress.  Providing resources for advocacy, speech, doctors, respite, literacy, leadership, and on and on, the MDSC makes such a tremendous positive difference in so many lives.  Please consider donating.  I know I sound like a PBS station, but if you think about it this way: would you consider skipping a week’s worth of coffee to cover that $10?  Miss a movie in the theater?

Don’t make me send that bear after you.

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