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Sunday, January 25, 2015

It's always something ...

... As Gilda Radner used to say. The only running I did Friday was to Helena for groceries. By the time I returned, I also was running a fever and it was holding steady Saturday and today. It's accompanied by a deep cough, one that has been creeping up on me for several weeks. I had attributed it to the resumption of running, the cessation of smoking and the addition of a cat to my household. I now believe those things may have contributed a bit, but I think it's mostly a good old-fashioned cold/flu combo. Not too severe, but I'm treating with soup, sleep and an occasional ibuprofen. A little better today, so I hope to be back on the road (running) by midweek.
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Thursday, January 22, 2015

Inching along

Went to the same Sucker Creek Road and ran past the same cows and toward the same mountains as yesterday. The day was gray and the light flat, so I saw no point in making another photo. The temperature was nice, though, high 20s or low 30s, which I consider to be ideal for running.

I did manage to go a little farther (as per the plan), and when I got home I spent three more hours in my YakTrax, splitting wood that should carry me well into February. I'm now estimating that my wood supply (mostly spruce blow-downs and beetle-killed pines from my property) will last into March, but I can't say how far. Hope it's a mild spring!

I wrote for a couple of hours before running, then spent a few hours after running reading. Altogether a pleasant day.

1.9; 6.8; 12.3; 12.3
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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Sucker Creek

Here's lunch time on the range. The gate was open but they weren't interested in leaving their hay. A reminder: A much-enlarged view of the pictures can be had simply by clicking on them.

The tall man today celebrated Mr. Obama's most excellent State of the Union speech last night by choosing the road less traveled. It's Sucker Creek Road northeast of Lincoln, and it was a good choice -- I saw no one but the cattle on this 20-minute trot. Felt good.

Among other things, the road leads to the snowmobile clubhouse a couple of miles out of town. It's also the road to trailheads for Stonewall Mountain, the one topped by a lookout straight north of town (and the one the "tall man" appears to be pointing at). A sign says the road isn't maintained in winter past the edge of town, but the adjacent ranch appears to plow it for a distance sufficient to cover my runs for the next few weeks. After that I'll have to try some other untraveled road. This one is less than a mile from my house.

Red Mountain, the highest in the Bob Marshall Wilderness Complex, sits just on the other side of Stonewall, but you can't see it unless you go up mountains across the Blackfoot Valley to the south. Carlo and I climbed it a couple of years ago.

1.8; 4.9; 10.4; 10.4

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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Aaah, there he is!

The sun shone brightly on today's running adventure on Stemple Pass Road south of Lincoln. In the background and right of the tall man is the "mighty" Blackfoot River, which this time of year is reduced to an icy trickle ... in fact Spring Creek by my house is much bigger than the river right now.

Welcome to "Running on ...", which you will soon see I tend to do. It's nothing more than a running log with pictures. I mentioned it on my Facebook page today, so it's at least possible that some people will be viewing it for the first time. If you're among them, and if you've nothing else to do, I encourage you to scroll back, including in the archives at left, to get a taste of what will (I hope) soon be appearing here again.

If you do scroll back, you'll see that I made a handful of "return" attempts in the past couple of years, but they were curtailed by injuries, trips and (even I can't believe this one) a personal battle with cigarette smoking. I think I've won that battle, but one never knows, eh?

At present, I'm not running far, adding a minute or so a day to my route with the intention of being able to return to my beloved Continental Divide country by the time the snow comes off. I've run for 40 years, almost all in beautiful Montana. Throughout that time, I kept a written running log. Knowing this, one of my daughters in 2004 set me up with this blog so she and a few others could keep track of my activities. I try to keep it interesting, but when all I'm doing is running along the same road for two miles in snow, there's not much I can do to jazz it up. Today's highlight was two yearling deer trapped in a fenced hay-bale enclosure. They finally busted out, but I fear one of them may have been slightly injured in the effort, unfortunately brought on by the proximity of a panting, 200-pound man.

The best recommendation I can make about this site is that it sometimes features pretty pictures. Also, I should explain that each entry ends with four numbers. They stand for distances: today's; this week's; this month's, and this year's. The numbers help feed my OCD beast.

As for me, in the next couple of months I will become a Medicare beneficiary, which I mention only to lower my running friends' expectations of my performance -- I'm getting old! Since my last attempt at hitting the trails, I moved to my Lincoln house and made a significant addition thereto, mostly installing the kitchen of my dreams. I figure if I'm going to live here, I'm going to make it the way I want it. At some future date -- and assuming that more than two people will eventually look at this thing -- I'll conduct a "virtual tour" of some of the place's features.

I occupy myself here with keeping warm (heating mostly with wood), cooking, reading and writing. On that last point, I have three texts in the works, but am focusing on one in particular at the moment. For now let's just say it's a fairy tale. It is as different as it can be from the writing I did in 40+ years of Montana journalism (although some Tribune readers might disagree with that characterization). No ETA at present.

So there you have it. See you tomorrow.

1.7; 3.1; 8.6; 8.6

P.S. I haven't been here for a while, so I can't vouch for the other blog links at left. In the coming days/weeks I will either update or eliminate them.

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Monday, January 19, 2015

Tall man is back (as soon as there's a shadow)

Here's where I turned around today. Boring, but snowy and mountainous!

Like millions of others, I have resolved to resume a regimen of running (or other fitness) this year, my 65th. So far I've run 10 of the last 11 days in snowy Lincoln, Montana, where I now reside. The picture here is the turn-around point of today's run. I no sooner finished running than it started snowing like mad. I'm not intimidated!

I'll start the mileage log as soon as there's significant mileage to log. I started at about 0.8 of a mile and am up to about 1.5 now. I am tracking it on paper.
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Sunday, October 27, 2013

Back, tentatively

Heh heh, well I'm running again, but modestly. For too many reasons to explain here, I have been runless, but I'm back at it now, with 1+ runs the past couple of days, back on the River's Edge Trail in the moonlight.

Feeling good; feet OK: hoping to drive it up to 5 a day by December. I'm planning a prolonged trip to Europe in February and I hope running there will be a big part of my life there. My friends there run, and I can think of few places in MY world that would be better to trot through. The hills of Tuscany, the Pyrenees, the streets of Firenze -- what could be better?

The Sox are threatening after last night's disaster in St. Louis; woohoo.

Snow tonight in Lincoln, MT, and a fire in the living room. Life is good, I think.

1; 2; 2; 140
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Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Divide again

This patch is about 3/4 mile up the trail, just past a pine grove that sometimes has a bear smell.

Coming back down the trail toward the aforementioned pine grove where the beargrass is thick.

Lovers of beargrass can have an easy show of it on the Continental Divide trail north of Rogers Pass, where I ran again this morning. Not as unbelievably thick as it was a few years ago, but still worth the trip.

As I incrementally increase my distances, today I figure I ran about 5 miles, not counting a couple thousand feet of vertical. I felt good, but still am trying not to overdo it in the interest of building up slowly so I can show the nephew and niece a good piece of Montana in about a month.

Gorgeous morning: 50-60 degrees and sunny with a refreshing breeze. Met two women about my age (?) starting out from the pass as I finished. They were planning on walking all the way to Alice Creek, which is a nice one-way, but they were going to be VERY hot by the time they finished. Hope they took plenty of water. Vanity plate on her small SUV said "HIKER."

5; 8; 8; 138

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