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A Close CallJuly 17, 2006

This is my favorite email of late, shared with permission:

I just had to email a great big THANK YOU, as you may
well have saved me from some major distress.  How, you
may ask?  Well, I was browsing through your blog
archives while knotting this evening, and I hit the
entry about your running the SF 1/2 marathon last
year.  While I reading your description of the course,
I said to my husband that the course seemed to run
right near our place (we live on Stockton St, about 3
blocks inland from Pier 39). 

Then I looked at the date on the entry: August 1.
Hey, that's soon!  Hmmm, I wonder if this year's
marathon is the same weekend.....

So I locate the marathon homepage, and there's the
date: July 30.  Which happens to be the very same day
that I have to catch a rather important flight at SFO
(flying back East on business, but also to see all my
friends that I moved 3000 miles away from 6 months
back, and Sunday is the day we can all get together).
And to get to the airport, we use the Embarcadero,
which will be closed as of 4 AM (which I also gleaned
from your post).

So anyway, thanks to your post we now have an
alternate route planned, and will leave a little
earlier, and I will not, in fact, be having a
type-a-punctuality-freak-OMG-I'm-going-to-miss-the-plane
freakout at 5 AM on the 30th.  This is a good thing
for me, and an even better one for the husband.
This even makes up for your reducing me to
sentimental, PMS-enhanced tears when you wrote about
your wedding (the husband and I just celebrated our
first anniversary, so I have a soft spot for newlyweds
:-).

My best to your lovely wife, and good luck on the half
marathon, if you end up running again
---Amanda, grateful blogfan across the Bay


Isn't she great? And how much do I get that late-to-the-airport terror? I have three recurring nightmares: 1) Can't get to the airport, watching the clock tick past the appointed time, still packing and looking for passport; 2) Being on the beach and watching a tsunami getting closer and closer, being able to grab onto the cliff with one hand, and only able to grab one other loved one with the other, watching the others being swept away; 3) I know I have another one but I can't remember it. It's 3:16 in the wee sma's, for god's sake. Wait, that might be it.

So I'm pleased I helped someone not be late to the airport. And a nice someone, at that.
Now, about that 1/2 Marathon. Let's talk. So I got the weekend off work. Blessed trades and overtime. The day before the run is Lambtown. I HAVE to go to Lambtown, because there will be not only fiber, but dog trials, with sheep. Border collies chasing sheep. I have always loved dog trials, but this year I will be out of my mind about them, since I have a little sheep-herder of my own at home. So look for me hanging onto the ring rails, waiting for the next round to begin.

And that night, the night before the race, the Whoreshoes are playing Bolinas. Y'all know how I feel about Bolinas -- the old saloon, the girls playing their music to the local beach bums and poets and musicians and whatever random people wander in from whichever wedding happens to be occurring in town. One time we slept on the outside balcony on an air mattress, and woke in the sun to the smell of eggs and barbecued oysters. You can camp on the beach for free with your dogs (which we may do if I don't get around to making a reservation soon-like). (Oh! We have a station wagon! What do you think it would be like, two gals sleeping in a station wagon with three dogs? Yeah, maybe you're right.)

I've missed the last two Bolinas shows, and I don't wanna miss this one. So, explain to me how I'm going to fondle fiber, watch dogs work sheep all day, drink and dance all night and then run 13.1 miles the next morning? Nope. No 1/2 Marathon for me this year. Or at least not this one.

Also, I haven't run in like a month. That may have something to do with my decision.

Okay, nah. It doesn't. I just want to watch dogs and dance to m'girl's music. There you go.

So, Amanda, we'll both avoid the marathon at the end of the month, shall we? Good.

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aww, man, and I was so looking forward to hanging out with you at the half marathon... know anyone else who's doing it?? i'm gonna be all alone...

You do mean this lambtown, right? Just so you know, they're opening the fiber vendors mall on Friday this year instead of just on Saturday and admission is free for that day, if you want to come up earlier for the shopping. (I'll be there - it's my hometown!)

you might run faster after all that... :) have a great weekend, sounds like you've got LOTS o' plans! (yes here i am on monday telling you to have a great weekend two weeks from now. go figure.)

Okay, now you've done it! You've got me thinking about how to get up to Dixon that weekend and which other events I may try to rearrange.... To make matters worse, I'm on a much needed yarn diet and cannot buy anything until I finish a few more projects from stash. Must knit faster...

Have you checked out agility classes for Clara yet? Maybe you can make a connection at the dog trials. She will love you for it, I guarantee. Not that she doesn't love you already, but, well, you know. We had our dog dancing class recital on Saturday, which Greta did not participate in since she would rather play with Max, but we ended up on the local news, taking photos of the recital-ists. The dogs were all adorable, each one had a personalized bandanna, with handlers wearing matching colors. They danced to "Hit the Road, Jack"

Oh, the Whoreshoes show and beach-sleeping sound sooo great. Sigh!

Don't tell you are going to get a monkey next, to go with Clara?
I'm trying to go to Dixon this year, too, since it isn't all that far from Reno. Maybe I'll see you there. Are you staying overnight?

That's a great story, you have earned some extra get-to-the-airport-on-time karma, I just know it!

Phooey...you aren't running. I was hoping to cheer you on. I'll still be there, we're flying in from the East so my husband can run the marathon. I was going to run the 1/2, but my stupid knee is still being recalcitrant. It sounds like you've got a great weekend planned. Have fun!

Seeya in Bolinas! I'll be there with whoever I can scare up to come along with me!

Agreed, let's give 'er a miss! Next year? Who knows. You can maybe run, and I can...um..cheer.
I'm a tad jealous of your alternate plans, I must say! How far is Lambtown from here? Someone elsewhere on the internets told me it was "about an hour", but as far as I can tell EVERYTHING in Northern CA is "about an hour" from SF....

SInce you're missing the SF 1/2 this year, you might want to consider the Nike women's marathon (or half) in October. I ran it last year (and am trying to motivate for this year) and it was a blast. Approx 95% women, tons of training opportunities and it's for the leukemia and lymphoma society. The 1/2 is currently sold out, but there'll be some way, some how to get a bib before the time comes...

Weird... I have recurring nightmares about tsunami too. But there's no clif to grab onto in mine, and I wake myself up before it actually hits...

Oh my God, I have the same nightmares as you do. Actually, I've only had the late to the airport and still packing dream once or twice, but watching a tsunami get closer and closer to a beach, or a surfboard, or a boat or whatever I happen to be on, is a recurring dream for me. Weird!

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