Sunday, August 30, 2009

22/365

Failed.

I did not take a picture each day this week. After a serious discussion with Kim (as we are keeping each other accountable on this project) I decided to just continue on the day that it is supposed to be, because I want to have a year of photos, not just numerically 365. Maybe in the future I will post more than 1 per day to make up for the lack, perhaps today (I haven't yet looked at the photos). Either way, I have made a commitment to Kim and myself to be better about this. It is a good exercise in organization and time management, and I could certainly use more practice in that department.

Day 22: Sunday, August 30, 2009


Sunday Afternoon Sailors
August 30, 2009


Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Sitting At A Table in Caribou, Chatting with Strangers-- You Look Like Summer***

Craigslist. Bringing sellers and buyers together, in their own community (or not) without a fee-collecting middleman. Everyone knows about this. We have all thought, "Geez, I need a bike/dresser/Mickey Mouse Waffle Iron/geothermal heat pump/stained couch*, I'll check Craigslist." Some have even posted to sell things or put up a last hope "Stolen Bike" post. Basically, everyone knows Craig and his list.

But, I am surprised at how few people know about my favorite little Craigslist world: Missed Connections.

I knew you would ask.

There is the traditional definition of a plain ol' missed connection: boy sees girl but cannot (for whatever reason) get her contact information. This is not because she rejects him. That's not a missed connection, that's a connection severed, prevented, avoided-- it's not the same. A missed connection is seeing someone on the bus, in a crowded restaurant, at the lakes, someone you pass each day in the hustle of the day, but you either do not get or do not take the opportunity to say something like, "Hey, you're cute/fun/beautiful/fascinating, could we grab a coffee/beer/ice cream cone/tofu wafer**?"

So, a Craigslist Missed Connection, it's just exactly what is described above, really. Except, you can share your missed connection on Craigslist, in hopes of reconnecting, or maybe not. I guess I don't really know the motivation behind it, and perhaps I have just never been so compelled by a stranger to write them a Missed Connection or maybe it still seems kind of weird to me, or perhaps both.

Regardless of all of the above, I find Missed Connections to be the absolute most fascinating read on the internet. I check them, ashamedly, several times a day, and if I am not satisfied with the Minneapolis/St. Paul entries, I will start reading from other cities (most often Denver, DC, Seattle and San Francisco). Each entry has so much potential to be so different: a man seeking a woman, a woman seeking a man, man seeking man, woman seeking woman. Some are romantic, some are simply a "hey, I wanted to say thanks for a random act of kindness and couldn't." Some are to total strangers, some former lovers, current co-workers, best friends, lost friends, current lovers, wanna be lovers and wanna be strangers. I am so into these, sometimes I save them on my computer (Google Notebook-- learn it, love it) or I make sketches based on them.

It's okay, I can wait for you to stop laughing about what a dork I am. I am secure with it.





Okay, stop, seriously, or you will miss the rest of this post. It's not that dorky. . . c'mon now.





Yeah, catch your breath. Wipe the tears out of your eyes, glad you got a good laugh.

Continuing, with or without you. . . while I have loved Missed Connections for well over 2 years now, this post was spurred by an especially poignant one posted yesterday, which I will share, along with a handful of my other favorites.


"the truth is. . . " Posted August 26, 2009

the truth is: you are enough.
never has changed and never will.

you are enough.

Some of the fun of these, is you have no idea if they are directing this to someone in particular, just throwing it out there. . . we haven't the slightest.


"TO THE GIRL WHO LIVES IN THE BUILDING ACROSS FROM US" Posted July 28, 2008

Hi. You live in the apartment bulding across from us, on La Salle. I don't know if you know this, but we can see you VERY clearly through your air conditioner. We (my girlfriend and I) decided to post this, because we think it's adorable, that usually every night, we can catch you dancing around your apartment in your underwear... and usually you're blasting 80's music.

...don't worry, we're not creepy. We just like to sit on our porch and watch you. It's cute... ...but again, no creepy.


I wonder how many of my neighbors could have posted something very similar to this about me at some point in my history. . .


"I missed you, my love" (This is from Denver, but I didn't save the date)

Spent all night wanting to kiss you. Finally decided I would just do it, and you were gone.

Where did you go? I hope he didn't have the same idea. . .

This is just a little snippet, you should really go out and read some. If you are like me though, be sure to limit your time, because if you don't you will find yourself in blue gym shorts at a Caribou trying not to laugh out loud at some of the posts, coffee getting cold and legs getting stiff from not moving for over an hour. It has, however, quite possibly been a perfect afternoon here.


* All items currently being sold or sought in the Minneapolis/St. Paul Craigslist community.
** Just because they don't eat real food doesn't mean they don't deserve love.
*** The Missed Connection I imagine the men in this room are writing about me right now.

17/365

Day 17: Tuesday, August 25, 2009


Wok Star
August 25, 2009

Stir-fried a TON of veggies tonight because I miss them. A weekend of carbo-loading is not healthy. Right now, carbs are simply a vehicle to transport meat or veggies to my mouth.

On the plus side, today was the first day that I did not feel as if I was starving all day and did not eat all day. I also can finally travel down the stairs and walk for more than 3 blocks at a time without my legs stiffening up. Progress. Tomorrow I attempt my first post-race run (but probably only 1.5- 2 miles, at like a 10 minute mile pace). If this goes well, I would say recovery is complete.

16/365

Day 16: Monday, August 24, 2009


Penciled In
August 24, 2009

Sometimes there are not enough hours in the day. Sometimes there are too many. It's a bit like Goldilocks and the Three Bears, except if you lay in the wrong bed, the bears eat you. Details. . .

Monday, August 24, 2009

Ragnar Update

Results of the Ragnar Relay were posted today and the team said a collective "What?! How did that happen?!" because we did not finish last. we came in 3rd to last (214 out of 216) but not last. And granted, it was all about finishing and none of us would have been surprised or had hurt feelings if it had been last, it's kind of nice not to be last. We averaged 10:12 miles-- not too shabby for first-timers.

I don't know if I would do Ragnar again. I would like to, but it is a lot of work to organize a team and its a pretty serious time and financial commitment. We'll see.

New running goal: finish the Monster Dash 5K sub-30 minutes. So far my best 5K time is 32 minutes, so I feel that this is TOTALLY doable. Training starts. . . well, not today.

Ragnar: By the Numbers

This past Friday/Saturday I ran as a member of the Made in the 80's relay team for the Ragnar Great River Relay. What a rush! I can't even really describe how amazing it was in type, so if you want to hear the stories you may just have to call and/or take me out for a drink sometime and I can tell you about men in pink spandex, car alarms, hills, Ragnar 911, sunset and sunrise running, and some of the tiny towns we were in. But, as an overview at least, I present with with Ragnar Great River Relay, By the Numbers, 2009. Enjoy!

12: Number of people on my team.

1: Of my teammates that was male (Thanks, Steve!).

195: Miles to run between Winona, MN, and Minneapolis, MN following the river on the Wisconsin side and crossing over into Stillwater.

33: Hours to complete the race.

2: Hours of uninterrupted sleep I got in those 33 hours.

13.9: My total mileage for the weekend.

4: Loaves of bread Van 2 (my van) consumed.

3: Pairs of socks I muddied and bloodied.

There isn't a whole lot more to say, or maybe I am still just too tired to say it. Plus, it's kind of complicated and confusing I guess. Perhaps, later I will post a "frequently asked questions" entry about it. But I think I need to nap again. Oy, the muscles, they are hurtin'.

15/365

Day 15: Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Spoils
August 23, 2009

The tee, the finisher's medal (which is also a bottle opener!), and my race bib.

14/365

Day 14: Saturday, August 22, 2009


I Am Not Ashamed
August 22, 2009

Yes, I drank a beer out of a straw while I was in the shower. No, I am not slipping into the dark depths of alcoholism. I was, however, in so much pain that a full bottle of beer was too difficult to lift to my lips and it was the only way to celebrate/dull the pain after Ragnar. I did it. I drank a beer in the shower.

13/365

Day 13: Friday, August 21, 2009

He'll Fit Into Those by the End of the Race
August 21, 2009

Not only does this gentleman fill out those shorts and then some, he far exceeded our team expectations. We all thought Tubby McTight Pants here would be painfully slow and this would be a perfect opportunity for us to pass another team.

Turns out, they weren't even a 12 man team like we were. They were a 6 man Ultra team, but still running the same 195 miles. Not to mention, this guy really moves. I redubbed him Tubby McMarathoner.

P.S. His whole team either wore these pink lovelies, or a too small blue Speedo. And perhaps even more surprising, these were certainly not the most interesting or outrageous running get ups at Great River Ragnar.

12/365

Day 12: Thursday, August 20, 2009

Oh, the Miles
August 20, 2009

These shoes and I have seen some pavement. I took this commemorative photo on the eve of my biggest running race to date, on the off chance that they (or myself) did not survive.

I hate that I get emotionally attached to objects. I was thinking about replacing these running shoes, and am now having second thoughts because I make up images in my head of my shoes feeling left out whilst I jog about the lake with a new pair. Why do I do this to myself?