Palouse Road Runners Book Club

Well, it seems a natural fit. The Palouse Road Runners, along with the Beer Chasers, have a book club that meets, I think, monthly. A while back I saw that they were tackling "Once a Runner" by John L. Parker. This month, the book is "What I Talk About When I Talk About Running" by Haruki Mirukami.

I'm reasonably sure that this is the first time that I have heard of a book club affiliated with a running group. That is a bit of surprise, because most of the runners that I know are also readers. (Yep, I know, anecdotal evidence and a small sample size.)

I read a lot of running books - this one has been on my list, so I should pick it up and perhaps join some other folks with aligned interests. 

Anyone else's running group have a book club? And, if you want to join in on the PRR club, they're meeting at The Daily Grind in Pullman on January 19th at 7PM - everyone is welcome.

End of the World Run, 2014.

'Tis the season and all that jazz. The End of the World run, which started with the Mayan prediction of a gloomy Christmas in 2012, is back. Saturday, December 20th at 10 AM. You have a choice of 2 and 5 miles. Click here for race entry forms. The race benefits Asotin Cross Country.

Yours truly will be handling timing duties. I may or may not have an assistant.

We usually have some prizes, too.

Ice- It's not just dangerous for cars

Long ago, in a body quicker and more nimble, I went out one Sunday for a long run. I got exactly as far as the front porch before hitting the ground.

Clearly I wasn't still living in SoCal where a 'winter' run involved a long sleeve shirt. Bruised ribs weren't going to stop me from getting my run in, though, so I took off from my house in Moscow, ran across town and the University of Idaho campus.

I picked up the Chipman Trail at the edge of town and headed for Pullman. Hah! Nothing stops a determined runner.

Two more hard falls on the trail and I came to the stunning realization that I just wasn't that frickin' dedicated. I called my wife from the Chevrom in Pullman and she kindly fetched me from near-certain injury. As it was, it took a week for everything to heal.

Fortunately, nothing was broken. A friend of mine, Lance, wasn't as lucky and finished with a concussion on his run.

Running on ice is more than tricky - it can be downright hazardous. So, a couple of thoughts from a guy with memories of bruises.

First, decide if there might not be another way to get the run in. We runners are creatures of habit. If the long run is supposed to happen on Sunday morning at 7am, by golly, we're going to make it happen. Consider that at 1PM, the ice might have melted. Opt for changing your schedule instead of trusting to your luck.

If you do have to go at 7AM, try running in Yak Trax. I've never used them but friends that have say they work well in crappy conditions. All the sporting goods stores have them this time of year or you can snag them on Amazon.

The last, and least desirable option, is the treadmill. Given that 15 minutes feel interminable on the 'dreadmill' for me, all I can do is wish you good luck. I forget which US marathoner (from Alaska, I think, and female) did all her long run training for Boston on a treadmill about a decade ago. It can be done.

If all else fails, skip the run. Sacrilege! But a better option than breaking an ankle, a hip, or our noggin.

Good Luck, run gently, fall more gently if you happen to go down.

Running vs. the Holidays

I don’t know about the rest of you, but the month coming up – from Thanksgiving through Christmas – traditionally stresses me out, especially with my running.

For most people, the holiday season is one long party, starting with the traditional stuffing of turkeys on Thanksgiving to the final gluttony of New Year’s Eve. In between, parties at work, or at church, family get-togethers before everyone scatters for the actual holiday, the needs to go shopping . . .

For runners, every bit of that cuts into time for running. If you are anything like me, your inner Grinch stomps out if you don’t get your run in (for me, a double-whammy if I don’t also write.) On top of the “did-I-get-the-right-sweater?” stress, you have the internal stress.

The body only does so much with stress before starting to go into failure mode. Let's avoid that, shall we?

I have two pieces of complementary advice:

First, de-prioritize your running. Unless you have a major race very early in the year, going into maintenance running for a month isn’t going to wipe you out and, if you’ve been training at a very high level for a while, might even help. If you do have a major race, you’ll have to hit your key workouts, but some of the easy runs can be truncated or even eliminated without too much damage to your race performance.

The latter approach worked well for me when I ran a January marathon in San Diego. Probably my best effort at the distance, though not my fastest, I came through the holidays without the five pound penalty, put in another pair of high quality weeks after Christmas and hit the taper. The result was a PR with a one minute negative split and a totally fried pair of legs at the end. Success, in other words.

The second piece of advice? De-prioritize the holidays. I know, it sounds like sacrilege. The fundamentals of the holidays do not require us to race from mall to specialty shop in search of the next big thing in gifts. Nothing says that you have to attend every single party. As a matter of fact, you don’t have to go to more than a couple – one for work if they have one, one for your kids if you have any.

I am not saying you can’t go to more, just be consciously selective of the activities that you choose. You’ll lose runs to the holiday activities, but the reverse is acceptable. It’s okay to say no to an activity with the reason of, “I’d rather go for a run.”

If they accuse you of not being in the Christmas mode, you have my permission to offer this additional explanation:

“I’m going to run this evening in a neighborhood with terrific Christmas displays. I would rather celebrate the season that way than in a stuffy room where I will over-indulge in food and drink. I will be happier, healthier, and more appreciative at the end of that run.”

Or you could tell them to go pound sand. I prefer the tactful approach, at least at first.

People that know and like you will accept the first answer. The trick is finding the balance that works for you. Running vs. holidays? How about both, in moderation?

Treadmill running? Thank goodness for basketball!

Some people can hop on a treadmill and, an hour later, feel that warm glow of a great workout.

I hop on a treadmill and whine, which is why I do it as little as possible. It can be twelve degrees from zero (on the positive side, mind you) and, if the sun is shining, I'll opt to go out the door rather than mount the treadmill in my office.

Still, there are occasions when I'll put the belt in motion and try to get some running in. Tonight will be one of them. I'm babysitting a dog and the weather outside damp, so I'm going to run indoors. For a little bit.

I seem to have a built-on regulator that recognizes the fact that I haven't gone anywhere in fifteen minutes and hits the boredom switch in my brain. I'll spend two happy hours on trails, constantly moving but blow up in minutes indoors.

So, I've learned to trick my brain. Unlike a friend who re-watches the original Star Wars trilogy to death on the treadmill, I use college basketball. I put a monitor on the wall and have it set to stream games from the computer. (Yes, cable might be less complicated - I don't have cable or satellite.)

I've tried movies. Nope, doesn't work. Neither does standard TV fare.

But basketball games do. The action flows continuously except for commercial breaks, so I use the breaks to do fartleks, the game time as recovery. Doing it this way, I get some running in, even a bit of intensity if I want it. I still wouldn't call it pleasurable, but it can be survivable,  except in loose ball situations. I have been known to get so involved in the game that I try to go after loose balls. The family knows the sound, me crashing into the side rails, then muttering about my own foolishness.

They think it's funny. Mostly so do I.

Because I get involved in the game, time passes much more quickly and I get a much better run than if I tried to grunt it out on the treadmill.

 Still doesn't beat outside but it's much better than nothing.  Sometimes running, like politics, is the art of the possible, not the ideal.

First they came for basketball . . . Mizuno and Atlanta Track Club Combine Forces

Years ago, Nike made a value decision that sponsoring youth teams would pay off big when the kids got bigger and bought their own shoes. That decision included a second component - when a LeBron James turned pro, they'd already be in the Nike stable. 

It's Nike versus adidas versus Under Armour, not to mention the legions of others that want a fat slice of the lucrative basketball pie. The youth teams at all levels get sponsored by somebody, and the teams at the elite level get enormous benefits in travel expenses and entry fees. The coaches often earn very good livings shepherding their charges through the tangled system. Some reportedly double their money, acting as runners for agents for the most heavily recruited ballers.  

The money comes with strings, though. Ask Mike Flynn, who tried to set up a team for women, the Blue Star Select National Team in 2009. Two of the players that he invited to the squad were Nike athletes. The heirs of Bowerman were not amused. 

"I am going to suggest to the other Nike teams not to play in any events that this team plays in," said Roland McAbee, coach for the Nike-sponsored Georgia Elite . . .If we stick together on this, Mike [Flynn] will have to play under-talented teams and it will be very hard for him to find competition. Also, if teams do not attend the Blue Star events, it will have the same effect along with not providing him the income to support this team. Nike should drop all of its sponsorship and support for anything Mike has."

The official Nike response was more restrained.

Nike spokesman Knox said "In regard to the opportunity for players being involved in representing a national team, those players are expected to return to their original Nike team for all July competitions."

Feel free to color me as a nut job, but in neither of those statements do I see a concern with what is best for the athlete or the sport. Indeed, the Nike statement makes it clear that the athletes act as a property of the sponsored teams. The players lack the control to decide where they will play - and as made clear in McAbee's statement, any individuals that try to leave the existing system must be punished. 

The influence of the shoe companies actually dictates in many people's minds where a high school athlete attends college. If you follow the recruiting wars, which I don't in an intensive way, you hear rumblings that so-and-so won't be going to Illinois because it kid is an adidas product and the Illini play in Nikes. (Folks, I don't know the affiliations, I don't care about them, and I'm making it up on what they wear in Champaign.)

The Atlanta Track Club signed with Mizuno yesterday, a deal that moves us closer to the basketball model. At the plodder level where I run, it makes next to no difference at all. The races have had sponsors for years, from shoe companies to the local physical therapist. 

The space I expect to see the most change occurs at the elite level. We've already seen a bit of that competition building as first Mary Cain, then Alexa Ephrainson, joined the Nike stable of athletes, both before they left high school. The Atlanta deal proposes to develop two Olympic athletes in time for the Tokyo Olympics. I understand the intent, but the means escape me. To become an Olympian requires almost one of a kind genetics, a willingness to work at a brutal level for years, and a good measure of luck to avoid injuries.

The number of people that meet those qualifications consists of a handful of runners - perhaps 500 in the entire country that have a realistic shot in the running events, fewer if we count only distance events like the 5K and marathon - the ones most likely to draw attention. The pressure to identify these athletes early in their careers will be paramount - five years to get athletes ready is not long unless they're already in the pipeline. 

I expect that we'll see some of the strong high school runners get pulled into world of professionalism before they've had a chance to grow into fully formed people. Basketball went through a similar process when the first high school players started jumping right to the NBA. The league, after multiple expensive mishaps, instituted a program to assist the youngsters with the adjustment. 

I hope that the Nike Project and the new Atlanta consortium does the same but I don't expect it. We're in the early phases of the monetization of running athletes by the companies eager to sow their brand in the field of 40 million runners. The sponsorships will drift down the line. Universities already have shoe contracts. Soon (if it hasn't happened), the best high school teams will have them. A system of haves and have-nots.

I welcome the support of the athletes. The strings that come with that support worries me, though. I want to know that the best interests of the athlete get served, first and foremost, and that the sport is honored.  

I have my doubts, cynical old man that I'm turning into.

Run gently, friends - the payday is the run itself, at least for us. 

Here's how to get more media coverage for running - if you dare.

Something Larry Eder wrote over at RunBlogRun struck a nerve yesterday, the same one that Heather Romano struck that got me to write why Runners Will Never Have Parades a couple of weeks ago.

The piece that Larry wrote started with a discussion of Rita Jeptoo’s positive 'A' sample test when he was asked what his agenda was. He started by saying, quite appropriately, “In my mind, the agenda of the people who confirmed my story on Rita Jeptoo was a shared, sincere interest in cleaning up the sport. 

The article went on to discuss how to improve the sport by aggressively pursuing dopers and cleaning up suspicion that every major successful runner must be like Lance Armstrong, doping. It is grossly unfair to the majority of athletes out there who run clean and step with integrity to the line with to race.

It’s a very real problem, and Larry Eder is spot on that this is the top priority of the sport. He interjects a second agenda item that he ties back to the need to eliminate doping, that of the need to improve media coverage of the sport. His reason is that spectators need to  cheer for athletes they know are clean.

This segue to television made me wince.  Not because I disagree with him, not completely, but because there is a way to get what he wants – and none of us will like the answer.

Quoting Larry:

A reappraisal of the mediocre way in which many of our events are presented in the media is probably next on the list. We destroy any interest in young fans with our inability to provide them key events that are responsive on all media platforms. . . . Non-paid cable TV is key to providing Europe, Asia, Africa and especially the US with major athletic events. Streaming video is important, but terrestrial TV would gain a larger and wider audience and should be a beginning point for media coverage of our sport, not some add-on in 2014. 

Let’s start with the part that I don’t disagree with – I would love for more media coverage for the athletes. Hell, I write a blog that does nothing but write about local cross country and track. The traffic is minimal. A few of the kids that run get a kick out of the reports, parents that can’t get to the race send thank you’s, and everyone else couldn’t care less.  It would be great if the youngsters in my area got the same attention that sports with balls – football, basketball, baseball – get. It doesn’t happen because not enough people care. I keep writing it for those few who do - the same way I did with the books. 

Now for the parts that will rankle a few people. Television is an expensive medium to work with and non-paid television is an oxymoron. Somebody is paying for it, somehow. By asking for non-paid terrestrial coverage, we essentially are asking for a subsidy to the sport. I have a hard time believing that we’re the most special snowflakes that should get coverage, ahead of the other special snowflakes.

Football, to pick on the biggest of the elephants hogging the bandwidth, trades coverage for fans. Lots and lots of fans with lots of income they can be separated from.

Professional running athletes don’t have fans, because the average runner will opt a good run rather than  spend time watching someone else compete as a runner. People who run have heroes they look up to but that is a fundamentally different relationship than the average Seahawk fan has to Richard Sherman. The average Seahawk fan lives vicariously through the team because they don’t play the sport themselves. Runners don’t put themselves in the shoes of Ryan or Sarah Hall; they put on their own shoes and hit the trails.

So, the next question would be how to get the spectators, versus the doers, to watch?

The answer is you can’t, not the way the sport is configured now, mostly because the average running event is boring as hell to a non-runner. Everyone can see a touchdown. Very few can see a tactical change in pace of a few seconds along with a cover by the other runners in the lead pack. So marathon coverage breaks down to a hour and forty-five minutes of tedium, a timeout for a commercial in a sport that does not take time outs, and the inevitable missed break that happened while the network carrying the race tried to make some money. That’s about a scintillating as an chess match. Golf has more drama than the average marathon.

So, without a compelling drama, viewers won’t watch and television is a bust. The stories of the athletes are not enough. Every sport has compelling stories. We, as a sport, need the fans to care about what happens on the track or road or trail; and, pretty universally, they don’t.

They used to, though, a hundred and fifty years ago. Just as football and basketball started, pedestrianism began as a working class sport, along with foot racing. Athletes attracted a wide following, newspapers provided coverage, and fans showed up. Most of those events would be considered in the ultramarathon range of distances, but shorter foot races existed.

The spectators cheered for their champions, and jeered the challengers. Fist-fights would break out. The fans cared, mostly about their money, not the athlete, because they gambled on the outcomes. For them, the walkers were the equivalent of race horses, mounts to wager on, and cheer to the pole. Losers suffered vitriol from their backers.

With the gambling and the money came the corruption. This led to formation of the various amateur associations in the early part of the 20th century, both here and in England, and the eventual vilification of the professional over the pure in spirit amateur. As with everything, the major change was who got to make the money, shifting from the punters and walkers to the associations.

Gambling provides a driving force for the popularity of football, baseball, and basketball. It’s so entrenched that talking heads on ESPN talk about point spreads without considering the moral hazard of gambling.

(A quick aside – I have no problem with gambling. You want to gamble, nobody’s going to be able to stop you. For me, I figure there are two types of people that go to Vegas, losers and gamblers, and the only difference is their attitude when they walk in through the doors to the glitz and smoke. When they walk out, they’re all the same.)

Money acts as a very corrosive lubricant. Even as it smooths the path to popularity, it sets the seeds of the downfall. Look at USC and Reggie Bush, or, more recently, North Carolina and the paper classes that jeopardize their accreditation as a university. Gambling and scandals have been a part of the big three sports almost since their inception.

The sport of running already suffers from credibility problems. An athlete has a breakout performance and the first post up on Letsrun.com will question what PED they used. Not IF the used, what. Rumors abound.

So I applaud the effort to clean up the sport. We need it and I’d like to see the effort extend past the professional level and to the collegiate and high school levels, too. Given the influence of steroids at those levels in other sports, we should act proactively to protect our young athletes at least as diligently as the top guns on the track and road.

If you want to become a popular spectator sport, though, weigh very carefully the cost. There is no way to build it as a spectator sport that does not include giving the viewer a cheering interest and the race simply isn’t enough to the casual observer. They need something else to connect to, something that holds them personally. With football, the fan bonds to the players on the field who blast the running back and knock the ball loose in a huge adrenaline rush. Basketball has the monster dunk and the dagger three. Baseball has individual duels on every pitch and homer waiting on a swing of the bat.

Perhaps someone smarter than me has an answer - there are plenty of you - on how to make people care enough to watch running. Our best fans go out for runs instead of watching someone else run. The answer needs to be something more than the “beauty of the sport” and drama at the break. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and drama is life with the boring parts left out; running, when you’re not doing it, has a lot of boring bits. Substituting something else – gambling – to generate the emotion strikes me as a poor remedy. 

Not that I’m much of a gambler, but I’m betting you won’t recognize the sport when shady money finishes with it.

BPA 5K & 10K Fun Run

Hey runners! Lewiston High School is having a 5K & 10K fun run on 11/15 for support BPA. For those that don't recognize the acronym, it stands for Business Professionals of America and the kids are looking to compete against other high schools in Boise, then (hopefully) at Nationals in Anaheim.

First 150 runners that donate $10 (two lattes, plus tip) get t-shirts. They are perfectly willing to accept other donations, too, so don't feel you have to limit yourself.

Registration is onsite at Kiwanis Park starting at 800 AM.

Race starts at 9AM. I'm planning on being there to walk/run with one of my daughters and maybe help push a stroller.

 

Linkfest

I've warned my girls against running with earbuds but JillWillRun has a nice review of a pair from Panasonic that might make me change my mind. Christmas is coming . . . 

I have a major sweet tooth that I keep under control by avoiding the bakery section and candy aisles at the store. My sweetie puts up wiith my whining about no chocolate, or cookies, or cake. Running with SD Mom has a banana split smoothie recipe that looks ripe to knock me clean off the sugar wagon but on the healthy side. There is also a giveaway. Check it out.

As I ramp up my running (and gym work) from coaching cross country, I think I'll need this. 3 Ways to Use a Foam Roller More Effectively to Treat Running Injuries

Sadly, any time there is a breakout performance in running, doping is suspected. In too many cases, it's found. Govt slams AK boss for dismissing doping problem

Got to go. Lots of good stuff at the links. All these are on my regular reading list (though Letsrun.com will bury you in information!)

Run gently, friends. 

Runners will never have parades

After the Seahawks totally humiliated the Denver Broncos in last year’s Superbowl, the city of Seattle held the traditional parade for the Champions. Seventy thousand people lined the streets and sparked an editorial by Heather Romano in which she lamented the fact that runners are not held in the same esteem. Marathon runners do not get parades and brass bands. The conventional thinking is that the population as a whole doesn’t understand the level of dedication that it takes for Deena Kastor to win a bronze in the Olympics, or for Meb Keflezighi to win Boston.

The conventional thinking is wrong, not because the general population doesn’t get it - it doesn’t - but, then again, it has no real idea of the level of work it takes to be a pro football player, either.

The crux of the issue lies with the way people identify themselves. Humans naturally align themselves with group (tribes is the current parlance for this effect) and cities form a easily recognizable organization. For millennia, people sent out champions to battle. Thus, it isn’t the players of the Seattle Seahawks beat the players of the Denver Broncos. Instead, Seattle beat Denver, our champions beat your champions, and the fans in both cities partook of vicarious participation.

Runners never experience this. If anything, they’re distrusted. A marathoner will be more closely tied to a shoe company, the Team Nike approach, than to a people. The exception to this are the Olympics, a quadrennial opportunity to decry the lack of effort, training, infrastructure, etc. of our athletes. If one somehow happens to win, we cheer appropriately for ten minutes and banish them back to obscurity for another four years. The rest of the time, the professional runner takes on the role of a starving artist, suffering for his or her art.

Like artists, the runner, with a few exceptions, performs solo. Relays might be a little different and cross country, but the interlocking machinery of football doesn’t generally exist in our sport. That is why, on any given day, you can spot a dozen runners out on the road. We don’t marshal the group before we head out the door if we want to run. Not that we don’t run in groups. Obviously we do, but if a running buddy tweaks an ankle and is out, the rest of us go out to cover ground anyway. Football teams are not noted for playing with only ten players on one team and they don’t play without another team to compete against.

That feature, the ability to go out and do it ourselves, defines the line that separates running from football. Very few people can play football, but are drawn to the conflict between the teams, the us versus them nature of the sport. Most of the ‘ball sports - football, basketball, baseball, the other unAmerican football (Soccer) - engage fans who would like to, but can not, play the sport. So they watch, and cheer, and show up at parades.

They’re spectators, and while they congregate for a parade, we head out the door for a run. That’s why we won’t ever see a mass parade for a running champion. Our community, our tribe, isn’t built on city identification and champions. We participate and step into the ring ourselves. Our community, the running tribe, runs.

We do have mass celebrations, and you might call it a parade.

We call it a ‘race’.

Run gently, friends.


In the interests of disclosure, I never ran cross country. I played football instead for four years, and threw discus in track season.

Yep, I was lollygagging again

I was at the Pomeroy meet for District 9 yesterday. I have a couple of posts over at InlandXC.

Also, I am back to working seven days a week for the foreseeable future. Blogging may get light. Never fear, I'll find something to put up. Might be cat pictures, though. Or interesting (to me) links.

Like this one from Laura Fleshman - Do I Look Like a Man?

Short answer - No.

Longer answer - Heck no.

Go read it and form your own opinion.

Traipsing through Eagle Creek Park

I toured Eagle Creek Park Sunday, I took off from here. The little paved trail on the left is the Blue Trail, 4.0 miles. Paved? Dirt?

Dirt, definitely dirt.

I took an hour and a half, doing a run/walk around the Red Loop (see the little sign?) which runs the perimeter of the park. Total length is about 6.75 miles per the guide. 

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The first hints of the fall season, glimpsed across the lake.

The first hints of the fall season, glimpsed across the lake.

There is a causeway that leads out to a bird sanctuary. Photographers set up cameras to take pictures of the wildlife. In the meantime, I watched a pair of cardinals playing in the brush. I think it's been twenty years or more since I've seen cardin…

There is a causeway that leads out to a bird sanctuary. Photographers set up cameras to take pictures of the wildlife. In the meantime, I watched a pair of cardinals playing in the brush. I think it's been twenty years or more since I've seen cardinals. 

For those that live around me in the Lewis-Clark Valley, the green surprises and delights. 

For those that live around me in the Lewis-Clark Valley, the green surprises and delights. 

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I have a knack for finding single track. Usually, it happens by accident and involves missing turns. I call this creative navigation. Others call it getting lost. Either way, it's Bonus! miles. 

I have a knack for finding single track. Usually, it happens by accident and involves missing turns. I call this creative navigation. Others call it getting lost. Either way, it's Bonus! miles. 

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Go Ape

No classes today, so in the time between checking out and heading for the airport, I went and played at Eagle Creek Park about 15 miles outside of Indianapolis.

No exploration would be complete without the random discovery or two. About four miles into the run/walk, I found that cool little thing that moves a run from pleasant to darned memorable. Since there’s a road into the same spot, I think you could skip the running portion, if you were so inclined.

I cleared a parking lot, ducked back into the woods and found a group of people Going Ape. Go Ape is a company that offers the daring (and the wannabe daring) a chance to run a zipline, walk a rope bridge (where were they when I was writing Trail?), and climb through a tunnel in the sky. Very, very cool.

Safety first. Go Ape staff teach the customers how to strap in, clip on, and land safely.

Safety first. Go Ape staff teach the customers how to strap in, clip on, and land safely.

In my usual bashful manner, I meandered over to a young man, Joe by name, who maintained a diligent observation on the people twenty feet above him, alternating encouraging comments, advice, and congratulations as the adventurers passed over head.

The staff at Go Ape starts everyone off with a safety course, but even that looked entertaining. They did a great job of prepping the folks while teaching them what they needed for safety – tying off, snapping on, and breathing. The last made me smile.

Joe, watching the ascent. The person in the picture crossed a zipline,, completed a second into the net, and then climbed tot he platform with the rope bridge.

Joe, watching the ascent. The person in the picture crossed a zipline,, completed a second into the net, and then climbed tot he platform with the rope bridge.

Joe was at the first station, where the customers climb a tree and being their aerial antics. I wandered the venue, interrupting the run, for about ten minutes.

According to Joe, his favorites are the ones that come in, well beyond their comfort level, but discover the gumption to tackle the ropes and lines and bridges anyway. Joe loved watching the confidence grow and the joy that these particular customers showed.

“I wish it could be free,” said Joe. I’m not sure that the company would agree but the prices didn’t seem too out of whack for what they offered.

Go Ape is expanding – they have seven locations right now, three in the Midwest, three in the Mid-Atlantic, and one lonely spot in Myrtle Beach – but they seem to be infilling the current country, not expanding west toward me.

Rats.

Tunnel to the left, a zip line, a bridge, and probably more that I don't recognize. There's a long zip line to the right out of the picture. One person that looked nervous at the start nearly jumped off on the last zip line. What a hoot!

Tunnel to the left, a zip line, a bridge, and probably more that I don't recognize. There's a long zip line to the right out of the picture. One person that looked nervous at the start nearly jumped off on the last zip line. What a hoot!

One grandson, Jeffrey, is ready right now and would have an absolute blast. I’m not too sure that Marie would buy in, but I think that Kaylyn and Emma would shriek at the chance when they get a smidge bigger. The others need a little growth before we figure that out.

Still, a cool thing to watch and made the run. The park is beautiful (I’ll post some pictures and an article tomorrow sometime) and the weather perfect for a hike, but watching the joy on the faces of everyone pushing a boundary or two made it quite the excellent little hike.