(With apologies to the Bard of Stratford)
Barded Steeds: Super 5 (2/1/15)
|Oh, Captains, my Captains (wait wrong poet...)|
Race One: Super 5
Location: Cambridge, MA
Goal Time: ??:??
Actual Time: 36:56
Now is the winter of my discontent;
Last year had shone beneath the bright gold sun.
Short pants did I deem dare to wear back then.
This great annum no such cold gold was spent.
Championship Sunday icy frigid
The winds did blow. Aligned as knights to fight
Against the sun, Lancastrian hibern
Girds its shining armor: black steel, rigid.
From past winters I thus did take the leads
Battling miles but five; each l’il faster
At end Catching on Carrie-Anne then Scott
Running as I was mounted barded steeds.
Ere long, the run n’er fast nor slow was done
Neither by me the race was lost nor won.
Lour’d Clouds: Martha’s Vineyard 20 Miler (2/14/15)
|Martha's Vineyard - 2014|
There was apparently more snow and problems this year so they had to cancel.
Race Two: Martha’s Vineyard 20 Miler
Location: Vineyard Haven, MA
Goal Time: 2:30:00
Actual Time: --:--
The White Winter blizzards coldly did blow
Then feet, now meters, are piled mountain-
Like high. Fuji-esque mound do climb about
As white frost falls first once then thrice as snow.
For then the fourth cold storm came forth aloud
Not hiding deep among ocean’s bosom.
Instead the race - twenty long clicks - cancelled.
Again we are lour’d o’er by winter clouds.
Nat and I ran: Carriage Road and Comm Ave
Meeting the girls at Newton Fire House
Then over Newton hills – marathon pace(?)
Oh times are slipping down what the legs have.
A long run back along the course to home
And over the river of frozen foam.
Average RunMute (2/18/15)
11 Miles from Cambridge-Seaport-Cambridge
|Inman Street, Cambridge|
|Back Bay from MIT|
|Snow Farm, Seaport|
|Skating Rink, Common|
No Delight: Five Colleges 10 Miler (2/22/15)
|Finishing under my goal time!|
Race Three: Five Colleges 10 Miler
Location: Amherst, MA
Goal Time: 1:10:00
Actual Time: 1:09:19
The race in Western Mass of No Delight
Away fast from Amherst High School we dash
Into the rural fields and roads of snow
Third mile climb: fifty three meters in height.
|Appearing distrustful of Tom at Mile One|
photo by Tom Cole
Then, across miles of snow mush and dirt road,
The sixth – the first to race running hard down
Before it climbs again – seventh and ninth.
But, the eighth I get into sprinter mode.
Finally catching up to Michael Quinn
Passing many who left me back for dead
Slowing with miles of muddy roads ahead
The tenth I dashed with lightning speeds and grins.
Survived I have the winter months but one;
Man, soon I hope the sun of York will come.
|photo by Tom Cole|
One From the Vault:
That time Culla let Harrison drive, Martha's Vineyard February, 2014
|"Now I'm driving the bus!"|