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Sunday, September 11, 2011

Reflection

Ten years ago on this date, I was a high school junior at Morris Central School located in upstate New York. My class was in the middle of a social studies lesson that morning. I can still picture the classroom, and the befuddled look on the teacher's face as he reacted to whatever it was -- the telephone call or announcement or the person knocking at the door -- that caused him to turn on the TV at the back of the room around 9 a.m.

Friday, September 2, 2011

The Sleepy Hollow Edition, Part I

Today, unpacked and as "settled in" as I can be for the moment, with a slightly nightmarish moving day behind me, I was itching to get out and see the town. Not to mention sample yoga studios, check out the library, find some friends to run with/drink with, etc. ...

My new apartment is .7 miles from the Hudson River, just north of the Tappan Zee Bridge, and most of all, I am dying to go for an exploratory run in the riverside park I discovered there today. Fabulous views are in store for the lucky runner who gets her arse out of bed in time for a sunrise run! (Yeah, right.)

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The Moving Edition

It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon in early June of 2008 when my family and I pulled up to Woodlawn Avenue with a little Uhaul. A few hours later, all unloaded into my new apartment, we wandered down Broadway to find dinner and were overtaken by some of that Spa City magic that many a newcomer has found themselves, thrillingly, ensnared in -- every person seemed intriguing, every restaurant smelled fabulous, every storefront looked enticing. (We didn't get close enough to see the price tags, of course.)

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Dog Days

I took a lot of time off running the last two weeks, due to the soaring temperatures and my resulting sluggishness. I've completed a total of just four runs since July 16 -- the last one was yesterday, when I explored the lovely yet much too short Spring Run Trail as dusk crept over the northeast side of Saratoga.


Monday, July 11, 2011

Hot running Saratoga

As much as I love running, one of the best parts of doing it is being done with it. That feeling of accomplishment when you walk in the door all out of breath after a good run and head for the cold glass of water, the towel, the floor ... whatever.

This is especially true on days like today, when it hit at least 90 degrees in the middle of the day in Albany, and cooled down to a deceptive 84-ish by the time I exited the Northway in Saratoga after work.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Change of plans

So much for taking advantage of an early start to the weekend and sneaking in a late-afternoon run.

The weather goddesses were not on my side as I pulled in the driveway today around 4 pm -- with sun shining overhead -- and dashed into the house to get hydrated and changed for what I thought would be a nice easy meander through Spa State Park. During the 10 minutes I'm in the house (we're talking Mareesa Time here, so make that 20 minutes) the sky turns overcast, thunder starts to rumble, the wind is whipping leaves around on my street and it looks like a storm is going to break any moment.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Friends, family, food, finishing strong ...

... The fireworks have just finished popping away in Congress Park and my crew has long gone in their various directions home. I considered walking downtown to watch them on my own, but then I realized I am too wasted from the activity and heat of the last three days to move my butt any farther than absolutely necessary -- like from the couch to the kitchen to get a fresh ice pack or glass of water.

Anyway, whoever says you need fireworks to celebrate the Fourth of July (or a parade or barbecue, or spandex flag shorts, for that matter) is wrong. My weekend was absent all those things but it was as fabulous as you can get.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Firecracker 4 anticipation

We're exactly two weeks away from the fifth annual Firecracker 4, and you've seen, if you've driven or walked around here lately, that Spa City's runners are out in force, preparing for the four-miler that kicks off the local Fourth of July celebration.

Race organizers are expecting 2,000 or more participants this year -- the biggest field yet since it started in 2007. I know that number will include a bunch of Saratoga peeps as well as some out-of-towners. How cool that we can show off our beautiful city and raise some money for the local high school running team at the same time.

This will be my second year running the Firecracker, and I love feeling that I've improved so much (physically and mentally) as a runner in one year's time.


Sunday, June 12, 2011

Down time and the SWHPO epidemic

This weekend could have easily come straight out of my wildest dreams about four months ago. What kind of weekend is that, you ask? One for which an agenda did not exist. Where I had not one work-related obligation, chore or personal item to concern me. No groceries that needed to be bought. No articles that needed to be written or emails to be sent. No one expecting my phone call or visit. Nuh. Thing. 

Always one to thrive on feelings of "productivity," whether they are real or make-believe, sometimes it is hard for me to put down the to-do list and walk away. But sometimes life naturally slows down and it is important to respect that when it happens and enjoy it because it usually means it is about to shift into top speed again really soon.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Returning, in my optimism bubble

Dear blog,

I've neglected you these last couple of months! I really want to apologize, but I've been having so much damn fun living unattached from the computer that the guilt pangs faded away pretty easily after a couple weeks of no action on here. Apparently, someone/s out there still visits the site even in the absence of fresh content, which has prevented my monthly hits from dropping into the single digits -- a sure sign of a blog that is dead in the water. I am so grateful for you/s, my remaining readers/stalkers and of course, Mom.

June 9th will mark S.R.S.'s one-year anniversary, as well as my three-year anniversary being a Saratoga Springs resident, so I guess there's no better time to return to the blogosphere with renewed dedication.