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Three Cheers for Bike Camp

Friday, July 26, 2013

Bike Camp is a 3-day event held at Colgate University in Hamilton, NY. It’s organized by Brian and his wife from the Southern Tier Biking Club out of the Binghamton area (I hope I got this right). We arrived early Thursday afternoon eager to get on our bikes and tour the countryside. A janitorial worker helped to track down Brian so we could check in to our dorm. He was just setting out the cue sheets and a case of green bananas for the weekend. He took a break, gave us our keys, and we rushed back out to the car to unload.

Our ride was a 27-mile loop with lots of rolling hills and one huge hill that just kept going and going. We slowly battled the hill, but near the end had to admit defeat and do a little walking. The ride took us through quiet villages and towns and was the perfect warm up for the weekend. When we got back to the dorm, more riders had checked in and it was time to go to dinner at the Colgate cafeteria. The food wasn’t great, but we were hungry and didn’t complain. Then we walked into town to listen to a traveling symphony from Canada at a lovely park in the center of town. The music was wonderful and it looked like the entire town came out to enjoy the evening.
As usual, I had a restless night. I have fits of insomnia even at home, but when I’m away from home, it’s even worse. Not even having my own pillow helped. So, I was feeling a little groggy as we headed back to the cafeteria for breakfast. But after some food and some caffeine, I was back on track and eager to ride a new route. We decided on the 48-mile loop that would take us past the county fair. It had been years since I’ve visited one of those. The route started with an uphill climb. Immediately my friend had to stop—it was too soon after breakfast for her, so I headed out by myself after she assured me she was fine and would start about an hour later after her breakfast digested.

There were some tough hills to climb, some of which I had to ride serpentine-style to make it to the top. The middle of the ride was flat to rolling hills. Entry into the county fair was a whopping $2, except for those over 55. Yay—age has its benefits. There was a group of cyclists sitting at a picnic table, so I stopped there first to meet them. Great people. I was especially happy to meet Ray, who was riding a recumbent. I have been thinking about test riding one to see about using it for my cross-country trip after reading an article in Adventure Cycling Magazine. I spent quite a bit of time picking his brain—he rode cross country in 2012 on a trike. They sound intriguing, but I expect I’ll end up purchasing a traditional bike.

Then I took a short ride through the fair to look at the animals—goats, cows, horses and chickens. I stopped in one barn to talk to a young man about his goats—he was so enthusiastic and did a great job explaining the differences between the two species and what he does to get them ready for show. I hope he won some ribbons. When I got back to the entrance, the other group had already departed, so off I went again on my own.

Several miles later as I was slowly cranking it up another hill, I saw another group of cyclists resting at the top. I was hoping they wouldn’t take off before I got there, and my luck held. They were surprised that I was riding alone and invited me to join them. It was just what I needed; I was getting tired, but having someone to talk with took my mind away from the pedaling and the miles flew by. We stopped at a small diner for lunch and a welcomed rest. Then on to the dorms. It was another great day.
I met my friends and we went out to dinner at Il Iguana, a great Mexican restaurant. We hung out for a while and then went next door to a bar to hear a band. Good music, good beer, and a good way to end the day. Then, another sleepless night.
Saturday we rode to a nearby town to have my friend’s chain replaced at Guy’s in Madison. I was tired and looking forward to a short day of riding, but after listening to Guy talk about the area, we decided to take a county map and just go exploring. We would ride until we were half tired, and then return. That ride turned into more than 40 miles with some of the best scenery. We rode to Oriskany Falls and then headed out Rt. 26 North for our first climb. It was long and gradual with beautiful views once we reached the top. We then headed east to Knoxboro, which took us over 3 steep hills. We stopped once to make sure we were where we thought we were, but the guy we spoke to didn’t know the area—That was the 2nd time we asked someone who knew less than us. But the views again were worth the climb and it didn’t matter if we were lost—we had all day as long as our legs could last.

Then we headed south on Rt. 46 through Munns and into Munnsvillle. That was the most thrilling ride of the entire weekend. It went down and down and down the mountain. If I could have gotten a ride back up, I would have loved to ride back down. We had lunch at a little diner in Munnsville. Then headed back on Pratts Road and Rt. 12B. 12B was the only road that wasn’t great riding—the berms were rough and there was too much traffic.

During the ride, I had been making arrangements to finally meet DDOORN in person! I had just enough time to get showered and put on some street clothes before he arrived. We met at the campus and then took off for a very leisurely ride around Hamilton before going to dinner at an Indian restaurant in Hamilton. This was the highlight of the entire weekend. Had it not been for DDOORN, I would have never known about bike camp. I’ve met many SparkPeople and have never been disappointed—they are always fun and interesting people. That track record continues.

My friend had decided to go to the movies to see The Lone Ranger. I wasn’t enthused as I thought the trailer looked stupid, but wanted to spend some time with her, so I met her at the theatre after riding back to the dorms to see DDOORN off. Instead of showing previews of upcoming movies, the theatre ran a wonderful montage of photos of community events and the town. When it was over, I was ready to move to Hamilton. The movie will probably go down as the all-time worst movie I have ever seen. I really wanted to walk out, but didn’t want to be rude. After the movie, I found out she hated it as much as I and she wanted to walk out, too.

Sunday was our short-day for riding. We wanted to be on the road heading home by noon, so we rode just 26 miles on some of the prettiest roads that we had been on earlier. I was really sorry to see the weekend come to an end. I hope I can go to Bike Camp again next year and explore more of the area.

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GIANNA345 10/8/2013 4:49PM

Sorry I caught this late. It sounds wonderful. I wish I could do something like that too. All of my "free" time has been going into private tutoring for the last 6 months. I'm waiting for this cloud to blow over and for an easier period of my life to begin. I'm also waiting for the government shutdown to end and for national parks to re-open. My regular commute goes through one.

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IMSMILEY88 8/7/2013 12:57PM

    Oh, this sounds like a wonderful time!!! It's something I would really love to do. I'll have to look into something like this. And, a little jealous that you met DDORN! I'm glad you had such a nice, though short, time with him.

Thanks for sharing your adventures! It's nice to find out things like this camp exist!

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DDOORN 7/27/2013 10:06PM

    I'm so pleased you enjoyed your time so much at Bike Camp!

Still feel badly for not being able to join in for the whole weekend, but enjoyed our little ride around Hamilton and your assistance introducing me to Indian cuisine! I have to be more adventurous with my cuisine...it very much agrees with my taste buds! :-)

I was very taken by Guy last year at his bike shop when he fixed my blown spoke and set me up with some decent pedals. He gave me some great tips on some scenic detours for my ride up to Pulaski plus he just seemed like an all around decent fellow who listens and helps as best he can.

Now: let's see if we can cook up an adventure this fall at the Grand Canyon of PA! :-)


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TIMOTHYNOHE 7/26/2013 9:55PM

    Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!

I am planning on a trike for myself. I have lost the confidence in my balance to give a proper look over my shoulder. That happened after I sustained a concussion last year. I find a trike a great idea.

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BOBBYD31 7/26/2013 8:49PM

    great weekend janice, sounds like a lot of fun. i would love to meet don some day also, seems like a good guy.

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SIMPLELIFE4REAL 7/26/2013 6:03PM

    Bike camp sounded great! Like a true biker, you described the routes in terms of the hills. That made me smile.

Trikes intrigue me too. I've test ridden a couple tadpoles. They are a blast to ride, but I'm not sure what it would be like on narrow shoulders.

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The Big Climb

Sunday, June 23, 2013

For a long time, I've wanted to ride up a mountain just outside of town that seemed so intimidating. Over the years, I've attempted it only to turn back because of the annoying, nagging PITA voice that said I couldn't do it. As soon as the berm ran out, I'd turn around saying it was too steep, I'd be too slow, it wasn't safe, etc.

But a few weeks ago some friends rode the route and all of them liked the challenge. Little traffic, beautiful scenery, and only a few sections had no or little berm.

So I got it into my head that this was going to be the day. Temperatures were to reach 88 today with high humidity, so I planned to get a 6 a.m. start, but slept in a bit and didn't get on the road until 6:45. It was a bit foggy and the air felt slightly cool. I carried about 70 oz. of water in my Cambelback and had two 20-oz bottles of Gatorade, homemade energy bars, and about a half dozen Endurolytes in case my legs started to cramp, which I was really expecting and dreading.

The climb up the mountain was slow--ranging from 3-5 mph. Not fast enough to outrun the annoying gnats and flies that buzzed in my ears and flitted around my face. As I continued on the climb I came to the realization that my perception of the mountain far outweighed reality. Yes, it was steep and a hard climb, but certainly not insurmountable. There was about 4 miles of hard climb, followed by a nice long saddle that was flat before another climb, and then a thrilling downhill for several miles before turning and leaving that particular climb.

Eventually I turned off and followed some more country roads full of rolling hills and two more good climbs before I arrived at Prince Gallitzen State Park around 9 a.m. I rode down to the beach, took off my shoes and waded into the warm water. Only 1 family was there, so I pretty much had the beach to myself. I rested about 20 minutes, and then started the ride home following another route. The temperature was definitely climbing, and I hoped to be home before it reached its high.

The ride back went as smoothly as the ride up. There were several good climbs followed by a long, sweeping downhill. I kept waiting for the debilitating cramps to set in, but nothing happened. I never even felt the "squiggles" which is a precursor to the cramps.

Four miles from home I stopped at DelGrosso's Amusement Park for an ice cold diet Pepsi and a Texas Hot Dog with everything--mustard, onions, and the best hot dog sauce you will ever taste. Of course, after that long ride, it tasted better than ever.

I felt great when I got home, but shortly after taking a shower the exhaustion finally hit. A long nap was in order before I dug into some housework.

The ride was 52.17 miles with 2,683.73 feet of climbing. Time in the saddle was 5 hours, 3 minutes, 24 seconds. The total ride time with breaks was 5 hours, 21 minutes.

Can't wait to do it again!

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DOUGDC 6/24/2013 10:28PM

    Great ride! Great day! Great success!

Congratulations. I know from my own experience, how wonderful such an accomplishment can be.

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ROOT4HOME 6/24/2013 8:50PM

    So happy for you!! You did it!! Conquered that hill and enjoyed it!! Yay!! :)

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JOPAPGH 6/24/2013 7:10AM

    Sometimes we make mountains out of mole hills. Sometimes we make something bigger out of mountains. Glad you got past your inner "no" to see what you are really capable of.

Sounds like a great ride. It is beautiful out there.

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DDOORN 6/24/2013 6:51AM

    Nice, nice ride! Go YOU for showing that mountain that you could OWN it so! :-)

Love those descents...I've clocked speeds from 35 upwards of 55 mph on some descents...woo hoo!


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CBLENS 6/24/2013 6:37AM

    Wow, that is fantastic, a wonderful accomplishment! So happy you shared your experience.

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Feeling Strong

Thursday, June 20, 2013

I've been riding my bike home on Wednesdays, a 30 mile trip along beautiful country roads with low traffic. It's a fabulous way to decompress.

Since my goal is to do more bike camping, most weeks I ride my Trek 730 and carry 20 extra pounds in my trunk bag to simulate the load I'll carry when I go camping. The first ride home with the extra weight felt really sluggish, and I was relieved when I made it home. But this week, the entire ride felt great, and I considered riding around town when I got home because I still had some energy and legs left. But duty called, and instead, I cooked dinner, did some laundry, and took the dog for a walk. There will be more time for riding this weekend.

Have a great week.

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BOBBYD31 6/20/2013 1:26PM

    any long adventure the weight may be an issue that would be something you will have to build up to

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BILL60 6/20/2013 9:31AM

    Sounds like you're on your way to some great bike camping. You ought to consider doing RAGBRAI. That's 7 glorious days of nothing but biking and camping. However, someone else carries your luggage.

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JINXIFER 6/20/2013 9:26AM

    That's fantastic! Bike camping sounds amazing. And your mileage is no joke. Wishing you continued improvement - and many fun trips!

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JOPAPGH 6/20/2013 8:48AM

    Getting stronger! emoticon

Bike camping sounds like fun. I may do the Pittsburgh to Cumberland trail and camp along the way in 2014.

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Inaugural Bike Camping Trip: June 1, 2013

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

For years I’ve been dreaming about riding my bike across the U.S.A. Truth told, I’m not sure if it’s a fantastic dream or a nightmare. The thought of heading off into the unknown is both exhilarating and frightening. The goal is so huge and there are so many decisions to be made—when to leave, the route to ride, equipment, duration, solo or companions, set schedule and route or seat-of-the-bike shorts exploration, accommodations, and the list goes on and on. So, as any SparkPeople member worth their weight will tell you, you can’t tackle a big goal all at once. You have to pick smaller, more manageable goals, work towards them, then add more as you learn about yourself and have some successes and failures under your belt. You can learn more from your failures than your successes.

So, this past weekend, I tackled Goal 1: Take an overnight camping trip on the bicycle. Friday night I made a quick list of gear to pack and began gathering everything. It looked like too much when it was piled in the hallway, but there was nothing that I felt I could leave behind. The gear:

2 rear panniers; 1 handlebar bag, bike tools, spare tube, air pump, 2 water bottles, Cambelbak

Helmet, gloves, bike shoes, 1 pair socks, bike jersey and shorts; 1 pair shorts and 1 t-shirt (served as PJ’s, too)

Camp towel, travel size soap, toothpaste and toothbrush, comb, sunblock

Tent, tent floor, rainfly, air mattress, 2 mylar sheets (saved from half marathon races)

2 bagels, small container of peanut butter, 1 ClifBar, 1 Gu, 1 banana


Total gear weight: 28.3 lbs. Bike weight: 30 lbs.

I laid my biking clothes out and loaded all the gear onto the bike so I could get on the road by 6 a.m. on Saturday.

Saturday morning I awoke at 5 a.m., skipped my morning shower since I was soon going to be hot, sweaty, and mildly smelly, and ate 2 scrambled eggs, a bagel and O.J. for breakfast. Gave D.H. a peck, and was on the road at 5:57 a.m. The sky was overcast and the air was cool—perfect conditions for a ride to Prince Gallitzen State Park, which was approximately 24 miles away.

The first hour of the ride was mostly flat and I didn’t mind carrying the extra weight. The second hour was all uphill. The mountain road starts off with a gradual climb and easy rollers, but the last third of it is steep. The ride is beautiful, though, so I kept my focus on the scenery—streams, mountain laurel (not yet in bloom), small farms—all typical rural Pennsylvania scenery.

A deer’s movement deep in the woods caught my eye, and a heron surprised me when it glided out of a creek and proceeded to float upstream through the dense forest—it looked as if its wings might have been brushing the tree limbs. I’ve never seen heron in such dense woods. The not-so-pretty side of wildlife was visible, too—roadkill. One deer and two porcupines. You really appreciate the foul smell when you are only riding by at about 4 mph. Some things are better in a vehicle.
When I finally crested the mountain at the tiny village of Lloydsville, I raised an arm in triumph. I pedaled the entire way without a stop. The next section, the last 45 minutes, was a series of rolling hills with long downhill sections and shorter uphill sections.

My first destination was to a friend’s (Linda) camper about 10 miles from Crooked Run Campground where I would be staying. She has her camper permanently set up at a campground and had told her neighbors about her crazy friend who would be arriving sometime in the morning by bike loaded with camping gear. As I pedaled up the campground lane, numerous people said hello and were clearly surprised when I rolled in at 8:45. One gentleman said he had taken bets that I would arrive around 6 p.m.!

The morning was spent in relaxation and with a great big cup of hot coffee—boy did that taste good. After lunch, we drove up the road for some guilt-free ice cream. Then we drove around the lake with Linda pointing out where Bald Eagles are nesting and some other points of interest, including where I could turn off if I wanted to take an alternate route home. We played Scrabble in the afternoon (she won) and chatted with her neighbors.

About 3:30 p.m. I got back on the bike to head over to my campground. There were two routes I could go, unfortunately, I picked the hilliest with strong headwinds. When I arrived at the camp check in, the rangers were interested in where I had biked from and my final destination. Just a few days earlier they had a cyclist on his way to Johnstown, PA, just a day’s pedaling away. He had started in Oregon. If only I had arrived earlier—I would have loved to talk to him about his trip.

The ranger asked the usual check-in questions, including “are you camping with a tent?” (I’m straddling my bike, still have on my helmet.) I responded, “Well, I started out pulling the camper, but realized after just a block, that there was no way I was going to be able to pull it up the mountain, so I turned around and got the tent.” He appreciated the humor.

I had my pick of sites, so I chose one that had a view of the lake. It didn’t take long to set up the tent, and then I walked down to the lake and waited for Linda to pick me up so we could go out to dinner.

By then, the day was catching up with me, so I headed to bed just before dark. I couldn’t decide what to do with the pannier that held the food. I decided it was safest to keep it in the tent with me. It seemed like only minutes until I heard “skritch, skritch, skritch” near my head. I lay there hoping it would go away, but to no avail. I was worried that the raccoon might get bold and actually paw the tent (It’s mostly mesh, and wouldn’t take much to damage it), and then I was worried it might be a bear. Despite my fear, I got up, opened the tent, and set the pannier on the picnic table. Of course, no raccoon (or bear) was in sight. The worst that could happen is that I’d be out breakfast in the morning, and there was a restaurant just 5 miles, so it was no big deal.

Back into the tent, eyes closed, beginning to drift asleep and what did I hear? That rascally raccoon making a second attempt at the food! Again, I crawled out of the tent to check things out—I wasn’t sure what to do next. I did not bring any rope to tie the pannier in a tree. The pannier was not on the picnic table—it was on the ground and about 2 feet away. Now I was really concerned—I wouldn’t have been too put out to lose breakfast, but I did not want to lose a pannier. My solution was to thread my bike cable lock through the pannier so it couldn’t be stolen, and I wrapped it tight with a bungee cord and went back to bed. And sure enough, moments later I could hear the raccoon wrestling with the bag. Before I could get out of the tent again, all went quiet. I waited, but there was no noise. Then, five or so minutes later, I hear a woman in the next camp circle yelling “Shoo, scoot, get out of there!” and clapping her hands vigorously. Then I hear her closing or boxing things up and opening and closing a car door. I wonder if the raccoon ever did score some food.

Sleep eluded me for a good part of the night—the improvised pillow (my clothes in a bag) was absolutely horrible and led to a pinched nerve in my neck by morning. The mylar blanket was not a good idea. It made a lot of noise when I turned and twisted, and there was some condensation, though it did keep me warm enough.

At 5:30 a.m. I broke camp and by 7 a.m. I was on the road. I stopped at a general store for some coffee to have with my bagel, and headed home. It rained a bit, but it felt refreshing and was a better option than the hot sun.

I learned a few things on this trip. First and most important—I like bike camping and am strong enough to do it. I wasn’t confident that I could climb the mountain on the heavier bike with gear. Second, I need to add some gear and clothing: pillow, sleeping bag liner, camp stove, rope, walking/hiking shoes, a jacket, and camera. As I get more experience, there will probably be a few more additions, maybe some deletions, but they will all have to literally be weighed for comfort vs. weight.
The pillow and sleeping bag liner arrived yesterday; I hope the camp stove arrives before my next trip, which is yet to be scheduled. My next adventure (Goal 2), is biking from home to Prince Gallitzen for a night or two, then onto Black Moshannon for a night, and then back home.

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BOBBYD31 6/20/2013 1:24PM

    awesome adventure, i have been thinking about an over night adventure this summer myself, i know the paniers will have to be the first purchase. tent and sleeping bag i can borrow. very cool janice well done

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BILL60 6/12/2013 9:41AM

    Good for you.

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HILLSLUG98239 6/11/2013 7:17PM

    That is amazing. I love to hike and I'm comfortable carrying all I need on my back. Cycle touring looks fun, but I really like to go fast and I cringe at the thought of carrying everything I need on a bicycle. Despite this, I've toyed with the idea of riding the Lewis & Clark Corps of Discovery route through Washington State. (I could even sleep in my own bed one night during the trip!)

I have something called an UrSack I use for hiking. It's a pretty close to bear-proof bag for food storage. It's made of Kevlar fibers, so animal teeth cannot penetrate it. It's not as bear-proof as a canister, but unless you're in the Sierra Nevadas, it works. You could use your bike lock to keep the critters from carrying it away (raccoons are awfully crafty!). More info is available at www.ursack.com.

When I hike, I sleep on an Z-rest foam pad. They're not as cushy as an air mattress, but they cannot deflate and they provide really good insulation. They're very lightweight.

I look forward to reading more of your adventures. When I do undertake my bike expedition, it will probably be with a credit card and a map of all the hotels along the route in my jersey pocket.

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ONTHEPATH2 6/11/2013 1:44PM

    Amazing! What a great journey! Way to chase those dreams!

I love to cycle but was hit by a van 4 years ago. I have been able to get back in the saddle, but unable to climb those hills anymore. I stick with some flat rails to trails paths.

Wish you well on your next journey! Ride with the wind!!!


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No Worries; Be Happy; Run Far

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Plans fell through for a bike ride today, so I took advantage of this fabulous spring day to try one more long run before the Flying Pig in May. With my Garmin strapped on and set to 5:1 intervals, I headed out the door with a general route in mind, but no specific goal for time, distance, or speed.

What a day it was! It was wonderful to run just for the sake of running. Remember when you did that as a kid? I headed to the park and watched the kids fishing on opening day and then ran through the park passing cyclists and folks out walking their kids or their dogs. Then I headed out of town on a back road.

I listened to the gurgle of small streams, the humming of lawn mowers and the roar of power saws, watched dried leaves dance across the road, and fishermen casting, and said hello to people raking their yards and washing their cars.

When I reached a convenience store I stopped to buy more Gatorade and use the bathroom. Then I turned around to head back into town thinking that I had run about 6 miles.

The run back was mostly flat, but with some head winds. But nothing could ruin the run--the tailwinds powered the first half of my run and the headwinds provided a little challenge and cooled me down. About a mile from home, I began to really feel the run, but by that time my mantra was: 1 mile? I can do anything for 1 mile.

I wasn't sure how far I had run, but it seemed to take quite awhile. After a hot shower, I uploaded the data and was delighted to find that I ran 13.52 miles in 2:46. Guess I'm ready for The Flying Pig.

This ranks as one of the most enjoyable runs I've ever had. I wasn't trying to beat a record, to run a certain speed or distance. I let thoughts flit through my mind and leave of their own accord. If you asked me what my thoughts were today while running, I wouldn't be able to recall. But I recall that I had no worries and just felt happy the entire run. It doesn't get much better than that, and days like this are what keep me running.

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CAROLCRC 4/15/2013 8:20AM

    A "Zen" run! How wonderful.

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BUFFALOKAY 4/15/2013 1:16AM

    Great job. So much fun to just enjoy a pressure-free run.

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LYNNANN43 4/14/2013 11:12PM

    HOLY COW! What an AWESOME run in so many ways!!!

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BOBBYD31 4/14/2013 5:34PM

    that is an awesome run, those are the days that remind you why you started running and why you continue to run. no worries just pure enjoyment of living in the moment. congrats on a beautiful run, remember this one when some are not as nice

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