Month: July 2011

Week in Review

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I haven’t really been in a blogging mood lately, though my ideas haven’t stopped. It’s just so hot, it’s hard to find motivation to do anything, unless it involves popsicles.

But I have been enjoying:

-disc golf (went on a day-cation to Flag Tuesday to play up there and it was very hard to come back)

-beautiful pink sunsets, thanks to all the clouds, even when they don’t being rain

-then again, sometimes they do!

-taking some fun Polaroid shots!

Just an Update

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I haven’t posted in a while, so I thought I would just give a “hey, I’m here, it’s just too hot to craft/take photos/do anything.”
Here is some photo evidence about how hot it is:

He no longer pretends the cool tiles are enough, just plants himself in front of the fan.

This is one of my discs. “But PepperJess,” you may cry, “you just said it’s too hot to do anything.”

To which I reply, “Don’t get yer panties in a twist…this is in Flagstaff.” It’s so hot in the Valley that I went on a mini-vacation with The Beau and friend and it was heavenly up there.

Week in Review

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A lot, and not a lot, of things happened.

Celebrated Fourth of July weekend by putting sparklers on almost all my meals,

became an auntie early Saturday morning(!!!),

went disc golfing and had a most unusual hazard (horses AND water!),

and am bracing myself to dig out my elf costume and celebrate Christmas in July at work!

Etymology Day Part 13

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“23 Skidoo”

Meaning to “get out while the getting’s good” or being forced to leave by someone else.

The reason I love etymologies is sometimes you get a word or phrase that has a great backstory. 23 skidoo is one.

Perhaps the most widely known story of the origin of the expression concerns the area around the triangular-shaped Flatiron Building in NYC and due to the shape of the building winds swirl around it. During the 1920s, groups of men would allegedly gather to watch women walking by have their skirts blown up, revealing legs, which were seldom seen publicly at that time. Local constables, when sometimes telling such groups of men to leave the area, were said to be “giving them the 23 Skidoo”.

It is at a triangular site where Broadway and Fifth Avenue—- the two most important streets of New York—- meet at Madison Square, and because of the juxtaposition of the streets and the park across the street, there was a wind-tunnel effect here. In the early twentieth century, men would hang out on the corner here on Twenty-third Street and watch the wind blowing women’s dresses up so that they could catch a little bit of ankle. This entered into popular culture and there are hundreds of postcards and illustrations of women with their dresses blowing up in front of the Flatiron Building. And it supposedly is where the slang expression “23 skidoo” comes from because the police would come and give the voyeurs the 23 skidoo to tell them to get out of the area.

However, the slang expression “23” was already in use before the Flatiron Building was built (1902), and Webster’s New World Dictionary derives skiddoo (with two d’s) as probably from skedaddle, meaning “to leave”, with an imperative sense.

Take It Easy: Some Notes on Running

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In honor of the Badwater Marathon beginning, I thought I’d do a little repost of something I wrote last year after I had finished The Chris McDougall book Born to Run, about (you guessed it) running and the Tarahumara tribe:

 photo credit Andy Batt via Outside Online. Jenn Shelton, an ultra-warrior on the path to zen.

I had never heard about “ultramarathons” before picking up the book Born to Run, by Christopher McDougall. Now I am intrigued to no end about this sort of running.

The book started with the author wondering why, if he bought the most expensive shoes and went to the best running doctors, did it still hurt to run? His quest brought him from professors and doctors all the way to the wilds of Mexico and into a tribe who barely wear shoes (much less than the $350 Nike’s) and floated upon the canyon floor. From waaay back in time (talking about Apache “vacations” when they would run from Arizona to the California Coast. Yes, you read that right.) to right this minute marathons (Western States, Death Valley’s Badwater, and the Copper Canyon Run). Every time I finished a chapter, I wanted to see how far I could run, just for the fun of it. That is why these people run. Not to win cash or be on the cover of magazines, but because running 100 miles in one day gives them a sense that life is theirs, always fresh and open to anything.

Since the 2010 Copper Canyon ultramarathon, which began with that book, is slated to be this coming Sunday (March 7th), I thought I would write about the 5 Things I have Learned about Running through this book.

1. Easy, Light, Smoooooth. This is the mantra of Caballo Blanco, an American that has decided to call the Copper Canyon area his home. He taught the author (and the reader) that if you are checking yourself while running, and have at least two of these in use, the third will come naturally. Running is a forward motion, not a bobbing, up and down one. It is not about lengthening your stride, but being light and grazing in your footwork.

2. Competition is not the name of the game. Here is a video of snapshots from the second year’s run in Copper Canyon. It seems like you form a definite bond, enduring that kind of grueling and exhilarating thing with people over and over. Sure, there is always a definite winner, but I think the point is that if you can survive the whole race, you are as good as 1st place.

3. Live to be 100 and able to run 100 miles. Eating a salad for breakfast, dehydrated corn is an amazingly revitalizing snack, and run run running for fun, not to lose weight are just some of the amazing things I learned about nutrition from this book. The Tarahumara people have been subsisting off what they could catch by running, or what the ground and limited water could give them, for thousands of years. Their life expectancy averages much higher than the U.S., all the while the elders still running well into their 80s. p.s. when looking up ‘pinole’ on Amazon, I was tickled by the fact you can buy pinole, chia seeds and the Born to Run book as a package deal!

4. Running injuries should not be a part of running. I also learned some fascinating things about the evolution of the running shoe and the subsequent skyrocketing of running injuries. The more padding and ankle protection, the more shock absorption and spring technology your shoe contains, the higher your risk for severe running injuries. There are even groups of people committed to running barefoot. Or almost barefoot. Crazy as it seems, they are on the right track. Shoes should be protecting you from nails, burrs and that’s about it. Your toes need room to splay to distribute your weight correctly, and your ankles needs to be free to toughen up.

5. I can’t stress the “fun run” aspect enough. Spurred by the book, I looked up as many pictures as I could of ultramarathon runners. In 80% of the pictures I have found, everyone is either smiling and cheering, or they look like they are inwardly reflecting. There are no intense grimaces of pain or competition, no mean-spirited psych-outs. Only ultra-love and ultra-fun. Not that it isn’t a hard thing to do, but people don’t do it for million dollar prizes. Hell, some of the prizes are even bags of corn or a belt buckle. Running because it is what you love to do. I think that is the best promotion you could give a sport.