"Only those who risk failing greatly can ever succeed greatly." –RFK
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The Adventure has begun!
Tim, Glenn and I are on our way to Greece. It's always so hard to sleep on a plane, so it's nice that there is WiFi.
The Spartathlon is Friday, September 25. I think it starts at 6 am. (Greece is 10 hours later than PDT.) It starts at the Parthenon in Athens and winds its way down to Sparta, 246 km south (153 miles). There is a 36 hour cutoff with fairly stringent cutoffs en route.
The long-range forecast is predicting thunder showers for Saturday, but that certainly could change by then.
If you want to follow the race, there is a live webcast HERE. You can get the list of participants and see when the get through the checkpoints (cp's).
Here's the American contingent:
John Price #55 David Kamp #113 Adrian Belitu #230 Kira Matukaitis #231 Chad Ricklefs #236 Bob Becker #243 Lisa Bliss #90
I am an ultra runner, physician and have been medical director of some of the toughest ultras. I tend to be a mover and a shaker and louder than my size suggests. However, my Gemini twin is gentler and contemplative, an artist, a writer, and a poet. I am a dog lover, a believer in souls, and have a special affinity for those who struggle because I have been there.
This is my crazy lovable huggable Weimaraner, Steely Dan. I call him Steely. He left us in January of this year at only 6 years from lymphoma that did not respond to chemotherapy treatments. Steely was a total goof. He loved trail running, road running, treadmill running, new experiences, making eye contact, sleeping on his back, me, kids, and liver treats. He was Zappa's best friend. We miss him dearly.
This is Stella. A rescue from the shelter. She's about 6 months old and a Border Collie. She is a joyous bundle of energy and curiosity and now also Zappa best friend. She will make a nice running partner when she grows up.
This is the now the big brother of my family - a rescued Greyhound. His name is Frank Zappa. I call him Zappa. He's 7 years old and has learned all about life beyond the track and crate from Steely when he was with us. It was very rewarding to watch his personality bloom as he settled into the family. And yes, he runs like the wind!
This is Natasha, my dearest friend. She was with me through college, medical school, residency, and she moved with me from Chicago to Spokane several years ago. She was my best running partner for 10 years. My sweet Natasha died from bone cancer in 2006. I miss her still. I hung a windchimes over the deck outside. When it chimes, I smile and think she has finally -- wherever she is now -- caught a squirrel!