Circumpolar Race Around The World

 Here's my silver buckle from my Circumpolar Race Around the World effort. Along with 9 other runners from around the world, we did a virtual relay of 30,000 miles or so over the course of 16 months, I think.

This was a wonderful distraction during the pandemic, giving me duty and excuse to explore the rural roads of Skagit County on a regular basis. Our team consisted of 4 Americans, 4 Canadians, and 2 Europeans. We kept in contact, and still do, via a private social media group. We encourage each other. Hopefully someday we'll meet--I think a few have.

We also received medals for each of 12 sections we completed, and a large wood board with a map of the world, for inserting the medals on to.  The board is tucked away, but I found a couple photos of regional medals.

This imaginary team run was one of the cooler things I've done in all my running years. It might not work for everyone, but it worked for me. The team motivation helped me get out there for a few extra miles on days I might not otherwise, and the steady miles helped me to explore new places near to home. I'll always associate the pandemic with this little 16+ month event. 

And, we now have six bonus regions we're working our way through. Right now, we headed through Northern Africa, with Europe ahead. This should keep us entertained for another six months or so.

Couer d'Alene Marathon DNF

 A quick post to memorialize my DNF in C'ouer d'Alene over the weekend.  

It was a good, fast Memorial Day weekend. The drive over to Spokane is a good 6 hours. I listened to some new Dead shows. The goal was to visit some very good friends, see Bob Dylan in Spokane, and then get up early and shuffle through the CDA marathon. Two out of three ain't bad, said Meatloaf.

As to the friends, one of my oldest running friends and I got together for the first time since the pandemic, along with his wonderful family. He got our numbers while I drove over, thank you. 

Bob Dylan is 81 years old. Mount Rushmore isn't much older, in current state at least. I'm probably a bigger fan than most, and can cite numerous songs. Nobody ever asks me to, for the common good. The concert was short, the room full, and the whole thing was kind of funny, since barely anyone knew any of the songs he was singing, and even if they did, it was sometimes hard to understand. And as I write, two weeks later, I'm still smiling about the whole thing, and there are five or six Dylan discs (still have a CD player) in the car. His Rough and Rowdy Ways cd is remarkably getting rave reviews--best release in 30 years type stuff. It isn't Katy Perry.

The short set was good in one respect--we had to get up early.

We zipped across the state line. I knew I had a stomach ailment of some sort, and it was likely to be a struggle. It was a great day for running, or walking, as the moment required. The course goes out 8 miles or so, and then returns past the start line. I decided the final 10 miles and a medal weren't in my interest. While ordinarily the distance would've been fine, even on a bad day, this was the right call for this day. Glad to have put a half marathon distance up on the board, and hope I can return soon.

My friend B did great. So impressed with his effort.  

The drive back was long, and a bit longer even, having discovered Moses Lake is a good stop over for Mexican food, and the cherries are tasty in Thorp.