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I love watching the snow fall under the lights in my complex. This photo doesn’t really show so I tried to video it. It’s more romantic in person.
Winter Park Resort is reporting-*9 inches of snow. I think there is about 6 here in Granby and SolVista closed yesterday…. Oh Well.
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He asserts that “place to a great extent formed Stegner’s character and the characters in his novels” but, in briefly summarizing those novels, reveals the truer shaping force: “He wrote books for mature readers on such topics as marriage and friendship that were devoid of explicit sex, violence, and experimental techniques.” Place and landscape were factors, certainly, but the human heart and the damaging freight of one’s past were the essence.
Stegner struggled with a feeling of being an outsider that never fully resolved itself. Out of all this, he managed to make a marriage that endured from the mid-1930s until his death in the early 1990s. And he made a life for himself as an academic, working hard to integrate his own writing with the work he did away from his desk by developing the concept of professional writing programs at Iowa, the Bread Loaf conference in New England, and Stanford. Acclaim as a writer, and a permanent place among 20th-century novelists, came late but have lasted, as Stegner himself lasted in marriage and academia, a writer to his core.
Skied today with Greg in Winter Park. I estimate about six inches of powder. Here is a great video of Greg skiing in his first-*POWDER Day.
Watch:
And, an interesting article about runner’s high.
All women road ride. Check out their website.
-*It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.
-*Gosh, this seems like today, yesterday, last year. Dickens really knew what he was talking about. It’s relevant today, yesterday, for everyone, for no one.-*
I’m on this literary kick where I am reading everything, ordering books online, getting too many books from the library; even books on tape so I can listen while driving to work. I feel like I need to know everything and read everything.
Today I should have gone on a run but instead I stayed in for most of the afternoon and read “The Letters of Wallace Stegner” and now I’m almost done. I want to finish reading everything he wrote. Let’s see, I need to read his biography of the Mormons, and that’s probably all that’s left. There are a few biographies out there about Stegner that I want to read, then, the most important thing: I’m going to write an essay about him for this contest.
Jack died last week.
Jack was the black lab of my best friend in the entire world, Scotty Kaye. I met Jack and Scott in 2000 when I lived in Killington Vermont. Jack and Scott were the first to meet my new puppy, Abbey.
Jack and Abbey were best friends too. Jack taught Abbey everything she knows: how to run away the second you are not on a leash, how to eat food you are not suppose to eat, and how to look up at your owner when they are grilling steak and beg a small piece.
Here are some journal entries about Jack.
May 19, 2001 I ended up leaving work at 2:00. I took Abbey and Jack for a hike on the AT [Appalachian Trail that runs through Killington] on Rt 4. Originally I was going to do Pico but there were workers around and small children from the daycare so I decided to take the dogs where there weren,Aeot any people. We hiked for over an hour. The dogs were good; amazingly.
March 13, 2002 Abbey and Jack went for a long walk today on the AT so she will be tired soon.
May 19, 2002 Took Abbey and Jack to Ram,Aeos Head to hike on the trails.
June 23, 2002 I,Aeom dog sitting for Jack while Scott is out of town. Jack drives me batty. He’s a bed hog and barks at me when he doesn’t get his way. Then, if he’s not on a leash he takes off and I have to go looking for him. Saturday morning I thought I was going to loose it. I couldn’t find him anywhere. Two hours later he shows up at the sliding glass door.
Jack, you were a good dog {most of the time}

Love, Kristen & Abbey
P.S. You would have loved Daisy. Sorry you didn’t get to meet her.
I was listening to Vienna Waits for You by Billy Joel as I was running up a hill that always kicks my butt and forces me to to walk. But a few lines in this song really kept me going and I didn’t walk up that hill today.
But you know that when the truth is told, that you can get what you want or you can just get old
…. You’ve got your passion, you’ve got your pride but don’t you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true
| Week# |
Sun. |
Mon. |
Tue. |
Wed. |
Thu. |
Fri. |
Sat. |
Actual |
Should |
Difference |
YTD |
| 3/16/2008 |
6 |
0 |
5 |
5.5 |
11 |
0 |
7 |
34.5 |
34 |
0.50 |
137.0 |
Swimming starts next week.
Anything Is Possible - Ironman.
There is a shop in Winter Park that actually does iron ons. I haven’t seen a shop like this in years and it was on a beach side boardwalk in NH.
I’m going there tomorrow and I’m going to make a T-Shirt that says this.
Front:
Anything Is Possible - Ironman.
Back:
I will be Ironman.
The plan is set and course is in front of me. I’ve consulted with my father, 3 time marathon finisher including The Montreal Marathon back in the 80’s (I think). I don’t remember my father training, I think he did it during lunch, but I remember the posters he has in the TV room in the house in New Hamsphire and I want a poster in my TV room, too, damn it. [need to have a TV room first] His advice: run 20-30 miles per week and build up to a big run.
I’m taking that advice and-*now, the day after the LONG run, I decided that I can do it; I can run 26 miles. I read on the website that I have to do it under 5 1/2 hours. My goal is to do it at the same pace as my 2 1/2 marathon finshes, ooooo, around 10 minute miles.
I signed up for the race, paid my money, and now there is no turning back. I have to admit that I did sign up for the Steamboat Marathon last year but backed out when I couldn’t do the mileage. I-*didn’t actually pay to sign up [I had a trade if you will] so it’s different now. I paid my $60 and I’m committed.
I have a place to stay in Steamboat the night before, I have a dog sitter, and now I just need to put in the time. And then, when all goes as planned; I finish the marathon under 5 1/2 hours, no medical tent, no throwing up, then a few days later I try my luck with the Coeur-*d’Alene Ironman Lottery and hopefully I will be a participant in the 2009 Coeur-*d’Alene Ironman.
That’s all I have tonight. Have a good night and a pleasant tomorrow.
so this will be my last post-run soak. Hot tubbing after a run problem.
-*I cannot imagine taking an ice bath. Perhaps after this, I will need this.
Ran 11 miles before the storm came in. Now it’s windy and snowy.
Winter Is Over-*
Today is the first day of spring, the vernal equinox in the Northern Hemisphere. I can,Aeot believe Winter is over and Spring is here.
Today is a long run day. I,Aeom going to run 13 miles before the snow begins.
Cool Fact:
North and South poles are equally distant from the sun which mean there is almost exactly the same amount of daytime as nighttime.
One writer’s path: Without a Map.
Winter Park has received 287 inches of snow as of last week, and should easily surpass its seasonal average for snowfall.
Resorts in Colorado are reporting snow. Lots of snow.
Uusually heavy snow in the Rockies this winter.
Anne sighed.
“Well, that is another hope gone.-* ‘My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.’-* That’s a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I’m disappointed in anything.”