My apologies, but I must first interrupt this posting for a moment of silence.
My beloved iPod Shuffle has died.
|RIP, my lovely iPod|
My sister gave me this iPod almost five years ago and I’ve run with it in Seward, Homer, all around Anchorage (except on the trails; I never run with music on the trails), Nebraska City, Philadelphia, northwest Pennsylvania, Whidbey Island, Seattle, Portland and Hawaii.
I logged thousands of miles with The Band, Prince, Sheryl Crow, The Wallflowers, U2 and even Patsy Cline (oh, how I love you, Patsy Cline). I rarely changed my playlist. I listened to the same songs over and over until they became as familiar as my breath.
Earlier this summer, my iPod started to falter. Sometimes it wouldn’t turn on. Other times it played the same song over and over and over again (once, I’m ashamed to admit, it was Toni Basil’s Mickey, remember that? “Hey Mickey you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey.”)
Two weeks ago, it died altogether, bless its little technical heart. I shall miss it. We had quite the times together. Thank you for the miles, little blue iPod.
Now back to running news. Lookie this:
|Beautiful, no? P.S. Thanks for letting me steal borrow your Susitna Race photo, Ron Nicholl, and I’ll see you in February.|
It seems I’ve somehow registered for a 50K run through the frozen Alaska landscape in minus zero temps. I blame the fact that I interviewed various racers for an upcoming story in Alaska Magazine and they all made it sound so damned fun, and so damned easy.
I also blame this woman.
|Sorry, Karen, I had to steal borrow this photo because I know I won’t be writing the same caption under my race photo at the halfway point: “Halfway and loving every second.” (Please!) Source: Karen and Matt Kidwell.|
Yes, Karen from the la chanson de ma vie blog. (I’m not sure what that means but I pretend that I do so that I don’t feel stupid.) She and her husband Matt ran the race two years ago and loved it. She’s also much, much faster that I can ever hope to be, and much, much younger and loves winter much, much more.
Nevertheless, I signed up. And now I’m in. So that’s that.
I think the real reason I signed up is because I feel in need of a challenge. I’ve met my goals for this year (most of them writing, not running, related) and feel the need of push myself toward something new, something to stretch my outlook and force me to stare eyeball-to-eyeball with my own terrible limitations.
So naturally I chose stumbling through clumpy snow in ridiculously cold temps while racing farther than I’ve ever attempted as my challenge.
This race scares me. The cold scares me. It digs down inside my psyche. It does terrible things to my mind. Even though I’ve lived in Alaska for almost 25 years, I’ve never fully adapted to the winters. I don’t do cold well. No matter how warmly I dress I become cold the minute I stop moving. (A voice in my head says, “Well then, Cinthia, don’t stop moving.”)
So, for what it’s worth: I am now, gulp, officially training for a 50K.
Big cheers: A huge, huge shout out for Ali over at Ali On the Run, who is racing the New York Marathon today, despite a trying year of Crohn’s health problems. You go, girl! (Read her blog if you have the chance. She’s an amazing writer, and her honesty will tug at your heart.)
P.S.: I fear that I’m hooked on The Sopranos DVDs. I’m already on Season Two.
Happy running, reading and DVD watching, everyone.