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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Ragnar

So a few months ago, my son sent me a message, asking how "not interested" would I be in running on a relay team in the Ragnar New England Trail Relays? Well, I've run on relay teams before, and had a good time, though that was mostly in my youth. I followed the link he sent to see what it was all about. https://www.runragnar.com/event-detail/trail/new_england_ma

For those of you not familiar with the Ragnar "brand," they are best known for road relays. The one I had heard about was from Yale (New Haven, CT) to Harvard (Cambridge, MA). They've organized these races all over the country. The road relays consist of of 12-person teams, require 2 vans for transport, and are run overnight and into the next day. The New England Trail relay is 116 miles with an 8-person team, and is run over 3 different trails, all very hilly, and is also run through the night into the next day. The runners camp out at the site, and each runner runs all 3 trails. Now I have run an overnight relay before. It was the Oahu Perimeter Relay, about 140 miles total, on a 7-person team. Back in 1981; I was in high school. So it's been a while. I would need to up my training, fit in some trails and hills, bump up the mileage, but I thought I could probably do it. And what a challenge! And, of course, a weekend with my son Jeff, whom I don't see very often because he lives in Boulder, CO.

Yes, of course I said I'd do it. Ragnar is a tough one, so I'd also get bragging rights. Luckily, the other team members weren't too worried about speed. I figured I could tough out the hills, but couldn't guarantee pace.

I trained. We planned. I pulled out headlamps and sleeping bags, borrowed some camping mattresses. Found a hotel for the night before the race. I was so ridiculously nervous. Jeff flew into Boston the night before the race started, I picked him up, we battled Boston area traffic, and drove up to the hotel. Neither of us slept well. Then we killed some time the next morning driving around the area before driving up to the camp site.


view from Shelburne Falls hiking trail

obligatory selfie

As we were setting up camp (our illustrious captain, Randy, had brought tents and more camping gear for the group) I got ready to lead off with the first leg that afternoon. That first leg was a bit of a shock for me, even though I knew, theoretically, what I'd be up against. I knew there would be a lot of elevation gain, but the actual running of it, whoo boy, took my breath away. I hung in there, it was the shortest leg, through the mud and the rain, and finished up. At least then I knew, more or less, what I was in for on the rest of the course. I passed off to Jeff. The rest of the team trickled in throughout the rest of the day (only 7, so the 3 hot-shot runners each took an extra leg). It was a bizarre kind of race, with the camping (I didn't sleep much between my legs, though I tried!) and the nighttime running. My second leg was the longest and highest elevation, and at night. I wore a headlamp and carried a second light, which was very helpful. I could focus the second light right down at my feet so I could see the roots and rocks. Running trails in the dark reminded me of the old Mario Kart game called Rainbow Road (I think). All I could see was the small portion of the trail that was lit up right in front of me. It was unlike any race I had run before. I have to admit that I walked a lot of those steep (and not-so-steep) uphill sections. There were even a few downhill sections where the trail was narrow and full of roots and rocks when I had to slow to a walk so I didn't turn an ankle.

My last leg was at dawn; not quite full light at the beginning, but much easier to run in than total darkness. By the end of it all I was feeling every muscle and then some. I had strained my left ankle during my second leg, from all the slippery roots, but not a sprain. I just had to be very careful on the downhill portions of my last leg, to make sure I didn't land badly and cause some damage. My ankle was definitely feeling the strain after the race, but no worse. I iced it for a while after that last leg. We finished the race in under 24 hours, thanks to all our fast runners like Jeff.

Jeff finishing up his last (4th!) leg

Here's the team just after the finish.

The Mountain Goats
Took a few days and a good massage to stop hobbling up and down the stairs, but I survived! I can't help but think that Dad would have been so proud of us, and he'd have wanted to hear all about the race, and he'd have been especially proud of Jeff's speed and the way he tackled those hills.

Can't finish up without a little knitting content. I've been working on an exciting new project that involves some designing, or more specifically, reworking an existing pattern to keep the general shaping but change the gauge and lace pattern.

When Jeff and Julie announced their engagement, I decided I would really like to knit Julie a shawl for the wedding. I had no idea if it was something she would like or not, so I asked her, making sure she knew that my feelings would not be hurt if she just wasn't a shawl kind of person, or it didn't appeal to her. And I think that Julie is an up-front, tell-it-like-it-is kind of person, and would give me her real feelings on the issue. Happily, she liked the idea. We spent a little time when she was visiting in January looking at different shawl styles to figure out what she liked and didn't like. The end result was a Faroese shaped shawl (with shoulder shaping), a bit of lace down the middle back, a little horizontal lace band near the bottom, but not a lot of lace and no big holes. But the very most important part for Julie is the feel of the yarn. That girl has expensive tastes. Cashmere is definitely a favorite, alpaca, silk, anything soft and luxurious.

Finding the right yarn took longer than I expected, but I "forced" myself to persevere, petting lots of different yarns to find just the right one. I finally ended up with a luscious sportweight teal yarn, Shibui Dune, at a new-to-me local yarn store in Old Saybrook called The Knit.

I'm basing the pattern on a free shawlette pattern from Interweave Knits that I had knitted years ago in a heftier worsted weight yarn. http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/summer-shawlette-2. I reworked the numbers for the sportweight gauge. After a few false starts and tweaking of the pattern as I went along, I have a beginning, and have charted the lace and written out at least the first half of the pattern. I'm not too far into it, but now that I've worked out the numbers, I think the knitting will go fairly quickly. My goal is to have it finished by the end of July. That gives me a buffer in case something isn't right and I have to reknit part or all of it.

Julie's Wedding Shawl; starting at the back neck and knitting down
I'm really quite happy with it so far, and this yarn is just heaven to knit with. The light green markers are for the shoulder shaping, and the lace is a leafy pattern that continues all down the back of the shawl.

There's one more event I'd like to mention. Jessica graduated from Wellesley in May, on a chilly, rainy day. My Mom, Dan's Aunt Karen, and Jeff flew in for the occasion. We were only missing Jason, who was in the first week of a summer internship and felt it wouldn't be appropriate to ask for time off so early. Jess worked so hard to graduate in 4 years, despite that fact that Wellesley only accepted a percentage of the credits she earned at UMass before she transferred, and she still managed to fit in a semester abroad. I have to admist that Jessica and I set up an Excel spreadsheet in order to figure out how many credits from which source fulfilled different graduation, major, and minor requirements. She is now the proud owner of a Wellesley College Bachelor of Arts!

Happy Graduate

the Graduate, with assorted family members

Jess, my Mom, and me at Wellesley greenhouse: can you tell we're related?

Shelley in CT



Saturday, July 1, 2017

2017

2016 ended on a high note. Jeff and his girlfriend Julie announced their engagement in November. We've loved Julie every since Jeff first brought her home for a visit. We had just been waiting for them to officially decide. Then we had a wonderful time in December and January when all the kids came home for the December holidays.  

But here I am, halfway through 2017 and no blog posts. This past year has had a lot going on and I just haven't had the motivation. 

Not too long after the Marathon trip, Dad had more and more serious health setbacks. Scans showed that his cancer had spread, and he was past the point where treatment would help. We needed to focus on the time we had left with him. We brought the 2 younger kids out to Oregon for a quick visit before they went back to school. Jeff was planning a visit as well. I flew out again in early February, as did Jeff, and be there with Dad and Mom. Dad passed on February 13, after a day surrounded by Mom, all 5 of his kids, and a few grandkids as well. 

Dad didn't want a funeral, he wanted a party. So Mom's focus in the following months was on planning the celebration. We all tried to help from a distance, and shared some good stories and lots of pictures of Dad throughout his life. All 5 kids, along with spouses and grandkids, were there for the Celebration of Life. It was a good day with lots of friends and family. 

Since one of the reasons I started this blog was to talk about knitting and sewing projects, I need to mention some of the small knitting projects that I finished up in the last year or so. One was for Dad, last year when he was having some health complications. I made him a hat to keep his head warm last winter.


That kind of sums up how I feel about cancer in general, and Dad's prostate cancer in particular. The hat has been passed along to my brother, who was recently diagnosed with prostate cancer. He has since had his prostate removed and currently has no evidence of remaining cancer. Yay!


I have more sad news to report on the cancer front. The "yarn hug for Miriam" that I talked about knitting in my post of August 2015 did eventually get finished, and was sent to and worn by Miriam. The picture above is the finished piece just before I sent it. She reached the end of her treatment options last spring and passed away surrounded by her family. I was able to fly out to attend her funeral and speak briefly there about the wonderful friend and woman that she was. 
In more positive news, we adopted 3 cats, sisters, from a local shelter, back in December 2015. They are very cute, 2 of them are fluffy, and they are very silly. We're still working on socialization. We have once again ended up adopting the "scaredy cats" from the shelter, who were not used to people and are a bit skittish. They've made a fair amount of progress, but there is still a ways to go. Two of the kids are home this summer to help me with that. 





happy girl with cat
watching chipmunks




That's about all I can fit in this post. More later.

Shelley in CT