At Snowbird, there’s a tunnel with a long, long Magic Carpet to get one from the top of the Peruvian lift to the Mineral Basin area.

No, I’m not joking. Here’s Ethel, riding along ahead of me.

ethelinatunnel
This was at Snowbird, three weeks or so ago. The next weekend, we didn’t ski at all; the weekend after that, I skied four runs. Last weekend, we didn’t ski at all.

I got 22 days this year. That’s the worst season I’ve ever had – and most of those days weren’t full days, by any means.

Yesterday, I went for a run at lunchtime in Park City, in bike shorts and singlet – and it was so warm and sunny that that had to change. Before I was half a mile into the run, I had the singlet off, and had rolled up the bike shorts, so that it looked like I was running in a Speedo. You’ll be grateful to know that I didn’t take a selfie for FCD. “The vulgar stared, and the polite turned away”.

I should not be running nearly naked in Park City in mid-March. The snow is normally at its deepest right now.

This ski season is over, and it ended with a whimper – me, whimpering.

Meanwhile, we’re packing up the house. We don’t know where we’re going, but we’re going somewhere, it seems, unless the house doesn’t sell or we suddenly decide to stay where we are. That’s possible – heck, anything is possible, but that is certainly inside the realm of discussed outcomes.

But let’s be completely honest here – the thing that will drive us out of Park City is not the lack of snow, nor is it the relatively tame terrain available. The snow will return, and the older we get, the less tame said terrain will seem.

What’s driving us out of Park City isn’t the strangeness of the meetings – although I am getting very discouraged everywhere, to tell the truth. This may be part of being an old timer (I’m coming up on my thirtieth) but it seems to me more and more that folks simply don’t want to do the work, and will take any excuse or loophole offered, or even make some up. OA has, it seemed, come up with some sort of “Appreciating Diversity” silliness that seems to say “Hey, whatever anybody wants to call recovery is fine with us! We’re so scared of offending anybody that we’re certainly not going to ask anybody to do anything – and we’re certainly not going to beg of them to be fearless and thorough from the very start!”

..and AA is getting slipperier and vaguer, it seems, every year as well. The last issue of the Grapevine was basically all about agnostics and atheists, and the party line was pretty much “we don’t want to change our minds to get sober”. Heck, where I come from (that would be the Big Book) I’m not even supposed to talk to anyone about the Program until they can say that they are willing to go to any extreme to stop drinking for good. That would even include changing one’s mind…

But the meetings are going to be just as weird in the Salt Lake Valley, or in Bozeman – or in Bend or Steamboat, for that matter – although things do vary by region, and Utah has some of the lowest-energy meetings that I’ve ever seen. And truly I have found that many other places do, indeed, have less silliness than Utah, although I have to admit that the whole 12-Step culture seems to be sliding into the abyss.

But it won’t be meetings or church or snow or terrain driving us out of Park City – it will be Ethel, training for triathlon.

Now, when we moved back to Utah, I ran, and Ethel skied and played golf and maybe did some rock climbing. But after we moved in, I picked up the tri-thingy, but still Ethel kept her wits about her and everything worked out okay.

But after she started training, suddenly we didn’t have time or energy for anything; everything took longer, and cost more. That’s because Ethel is doing this right, and triathlon done right is time consuming and energy consuming and expensive. And I certainly don’t want her to stop – heck, she’s having a ball and doing great.

No, I love watching her do this, and I have every intention of supporting her, as she’s supported me through a lot of silliness. And if the ONLY thing going on were Ethel’s tri training, then the best thing for us to do would be to move to the Valley, whereas the other issues still have me hoping for Bozeman.

Now, while we’re being honest, let’s say it out loud – I could quit triathlon training, and go back to just running, and then Ethel could keep training, and we could sit still…..to be perfectly frank, that’s the first time that I’ve said that out loud.

And, suddenly, that seems like a good idea – perhaps a very good idea….

Saturday I did my second long weekend Trainer Road ride on the trainer – the Maclure, which lasts for three hours.

TrainerRoad is an application that has pre-formatted workouts. These workouts are laid out in terms of power outputs – i.e. 140 watts for 20 minutes, 160 watts for 10, then back to 140 for 20; that sort of thing.

When a workout is selected, the TR app reads the power meter on your bike and lets you know if you’re in the proper range; it also reads the heart rate monitor, speed and cadence sensors, and whatever other ANT+ capable gadgets you have and records all of this information so that later your coach can tell you you’re a lazy piece of Cheez-Whiz and that you should be working harder.

The Maclure (and, no, I have no idea why it’s called that) is a three hour ride which has warmup and cooldown periods, and then it has four 25-30 minute “up” periods where one is at 70% of one’s FTP (that’s “functional threshold power”, which means “the power output that you can maintain for one hour while throwing up less than one quart of digestive fluid”)  during which one is doing “enduring spinning” (maintaining the power output at a lower gear, while spinning the pedals much faster) and three “off” periods of 60% of FTP where you’re doing “form sprints” (read: standing up on the pedals and hammering for 10 seconds or until you puke) and one short stretch where one is doing ILTs – “Individual Leg something-or-others” – this means that you unclip one foot from the pedal and try to spin with only one foot while not falling off of the bike.

This is all called “fun”.

maclure bike

(this only works if you sing “hour” as a single syllable – “our”)

______________________________________________________________________

Theme from Puckett’s Third Floor

(to the tune of “Ballad of Gilligan’s Island”, with apologies to Sherwood Schwartz and George Wyle)

Just sit right there and you’ll read a tale
A tale of a painful ride
That started up on my third floor
(That’s right, I ride inside)

The bike was a carbon Cannondale,
The course, hard to endure
5 Hour shot drink and a PowerAde
For a three hour Maclure…a three hour Maclure……

(thunder)

The rider started feeling it
The seat was hard to sit
If not for a Monster Energy drink
The rider would just quit…the rider would just quit…

The ride finished up on the laptop screen
With charts of watts and more,
With intervals, and endurance spins
Some sprints with form, and without –
Some ILTs –
A warmup few, and a cooldown too
Here on Puckett’s third floor!

______________________________________________________________________

For those of you who care about such things, this is what the end graph looked like –

http://www.trainerroad.com/cycling/rides/1834997-Maclure

After this, I went for a six mile run. The six mile run didn’t last nearly as long as the Maclure – just about exactly one-third as long, to be exact – but it came after the Maclure, and thus wasn’t as much fun as I would have liked for it to be.

For one thing, I’m on Atkins, which means that I’m carbohydrate-deficient. Now, during the ride, I had two GUs and a Monster, but I didn’t think to take in any carbs between the ride and the run, and the run was outside, from Jeremy Ranch to Kimball Junction. During the first quarter of the run, I felt a little wobbly, but figured that that was because I had just come off of a hard three hour ride.

During the second quarter of the run, I started seeing things a little funny, and figured that I must be “bonking”, as endurance athletes say – running on empty; needing some sugar; getting stupid. I figured that I’d turn around at the Red Roof Church at the Junction, and go into the kitchen and see if anybody had left any cookies.

The Red Roof Church was closed.

Halfway back to Jeremy Ranch, I pulled over to potty and drink at the RV park, and saw that they had a gumball machine; if I could have found a human being, I would have begged them for a dime (“brother, can you spare a dime?”) and gotten a gumball. I did not see any human beings. I even went into the laundromat and looked around on the floor, hoping that somebody had dropped some change…no luck.

During the last quarter of the run, I actually picked it up and did some on-offs, since by that time I was well into the “stupid” part of the blood-sugar graph. But then I drank some chocolate milk, with protein powder, and felt much, much better!…

…until I got home, and Ethel sent me back up to the third floor, to pack up and bring down boxes of books and DVDs. Ouch!

…I’m steering clear of our third floor for a few days.

Eric

Date:   Thu, 5 Dec 1996 19:11
From:  Eric M Fariss

quit sending me    shit
thank you .

Date:   Thu, 5 Dec 1996 19:23
Subject:  Re: DRS Digest – 4 Dec 1996 to 5 Dec 1996 – Special issue

On Thu, 5 Dec 1996, Eric M Fariss wrote:

quit sending me   shit
thank you .

Good one, Eric. But tell us how you really feel?
Marlene

Date:   Fri, 6 Dec 1996 13:33
Subject:  relaxation response

Bill,

I usually count my steps on the inbreath and the outbreath.
When I’m running slowly that’ll be 1234,1234, and if I’m running
fast it’ll be 12,12, etc. What you describe is very much like
zen, and a favorite topic of our very own list father, Chris.

Sounds to me like you’re a prime candidate for zendead!
ORN: Five Easy Miles at lunch on a beautiful, warm day. If I had
a Triumph t-shirt, I’d be in the mood for acting out that scene from
Five Easy Pieces ;-) This taper for White Rock has got me a bit
goofy, eh? Oh yeah, will y’all stop sendin’ Eric shit?

kevin, the mathineer
St. Louis, Missouri, USA

Date:  Fri, 6 Dec 1996 14:58
Subject:  bad Deads!

quit sending me   shit
thank you .

OK, you guys, ‘fess up. Who has been sending Eric shit?

Date:   Fri, 6 Dec 1996 14:05
Subject:   Dead-related dream

So that’s what Austin does with that surplus bat guano. They send it
to Eric.

* Brian Blansett, from east of Lorena, Texas

Date:   Fri, 6 Dec 1996 14:19
Subject:   Eric Shit, by Dr. Zeus

Hi there Dead people!

It’s Dr. Zeus here with a rhyme for you!

I will not send to Eric shit.
I will not send it; I will quit.
I really wish the rest of you
Would not to Eric send shit, too!

Eric has so little time
He cannot listen to this rhyme,
He hasn’t time to check the FAQ,
To work he really must get back!

So please desist, also refrain
From being, really, such a pain.
To send, to Eric, shit is bad.
Keep it up, we’ll make him mad!

kevin, the mathineer
St. Louis, Missouri, USA

Date:   Fri, 6 Dec 1996 14:24
Subject:   Re: bad Deads!

On Fri, 6 Dec 1996, Laurel Park wrote:

quit sending me   shit
thank you .

OK, you guys, ‘fess up. Who has been sending Eric shit?

I’m not convinced that “shit” is the object of “sending.” Note the extra
space after the indirect object “me.” Looks like punctuation. Makes the
entire message sound more like a lament to me, as in:

[You’ve] quit sending me. Shit.

How forlorn.:-)

Chuck McCaffrey

Date:   Fri, 6 Dec 1996 16:36
Subject:   Re: bad Deads!

On Fri, 6 Dec 1996, Laurel Park wrote:

quit sending me   shit
thank you .

OK, you guys, ‘fess up. Who has been sending Eric shit?

Sorry! It’s that pesky IBS….I don’t know what to do with all this crap!
And C.O.D. even! I should be ashamed….
:-)

Andrea
you asked for it!

Date:   Sat, 7 Dec 1996 13:45
Subject:   Re: bad Deads!

On Fri, 6 Dec 1996, Laurel Park wrote:

quit sending me   shit
thank you .

OK, you guys, ‘fess up. Who has been sending Eric shit?

I don’t know. Coffee always gives it to me.

——— Keith Stone

Date:   Sat, 7 Dec 1996 16:50
Subject:   Re: I’ll start

On 6 Dec 96 at 13:33, J. Richard Nelson wrote:

Why don’t newspapers report major running events? A race can pull as
many _participants_ as a Maple Leafs game pulls spectators, yet find
nary a word in our local newspapers.

Yah, but nobody who wasn’t there cares even as much as our dear Eric.

– Dick

Date:   Sat, 7 Dec 1996 16:55
Subject:   Re: DRS Digest – 6 Dec 1996 – Special issue

Chuck said,

I’m not convinced that “shit” is the object of “sending.” Note the extra
space after the indirect object “me.” Looks like punctuation. Makes the
entire message sound more like a lament to me, as in:

[You’ve] quit sending me. Shit.

Yo Chuck,

NO! NO!, you still got it wrong…add a comma thus-ly “quit sending, me shit”

When else has anyone EVER admitted that they are NOT WORTHY of receiving
our splendid tomes??

C’mon Eric…give yourself a little slack.

Date:   Sun, 8 Dec 1996 10:46
Subject:   Re: Eric’s dyslexia

I didn’t send Eric shit I sent him “this”.

Bob

Date:   Mon, 9 Dec 1996 07:35
Subject:   more about Eric

I can’t resist beating a dead horse to death, so here’s a Haiku I wrote:

Do not send Eric
Letters full of excrement
He does not want them

Doug “IceTray” Hutcheson
Douglasville, GA

Date:   Mon, 9 Dec 1996 11:42
Subject:   what can you fix with a bent paperclip…

well, I fixed the flusher thingie on my toilet this weekend with a
bent paper clip. so rather than sending the fecal matter to Eric (who
doesn’t seem to want it), it can now be sent to me, because once
again, i can flush.

(and also, i’d be curious to hear what others of you have fixed with
bent paperclips…maybe some day i’ll write a book about all the
things that can be fixed with bent paperclips)

MarkO in St. Louis who should be running more, ‘cept it’s almost time
to start tapering for Walt Disney World….

Date:   Mon, 9 Dec 1996 19:35
Subject:   Eric

I honestly think that everyone should be concerned about Eric rather than
severly abusing him. His message to me sounded like an emergency was occuring.

Don’t send me shit

Sort of like he was beginning a sentence “Don’t send me…” and then he
paused, realized his house was on fire, typed shit and ran out of the house,
or maybe he burned. Is this guy still alive?? Doesn’t anybody care?

Paula
Thomaston, Maine

Date:   Mon, 9 Dec 1996 22:30
Subject:   Re: And the winners are…

Dead Beatens,

Hinkmond bragged about his PW with no shame whatsoever:
The backward guy beat me; Karen Wells (who ran her first marathon!)
beat me; the juggling guy beat me; a small kid beat me; a dog, a chicken,
and a marmoset with one leg beat me (just kidding!); people who beat me,
finished the course, ran back to where I was, and beat me again just for
fun. It was a good thing this was a training run and I wasn’t really
racing! And, it’s a good thing that baby strollers weren’t allowed
in the race, or I would’ve felt bad if *they* beat me, too! :-)

Peter Stokes added some more bad news:
Reports are the babies crawled out of their strollers and rolled
and crawled the event. And beat you… ;-)

It gets worse, Hinkmond … Eric was there.
And he apparently beat the   shit out of you!

Peter dellaFemina
Readsboro VT

Date:   Tue, 10 Dec 1996 01:13
Subject:   Re: more about Eric

I don’t understand this. Why would anyone want to send Eric letters full
of shit anyway. By the time the post office got through with them there
wouldn’t be any left.
Lady G

ORN – 5 miles today in beautiful Valley Green with a light snow falling.
The deer wern’t cold and neither was I.

Date:   Tue, 10 Dec 1996 07:32
Subject:   eric

I’ve enjoyed the thread about eric’s problems with his receipt of
scatological missives more than I can express. I had a similar
experience some time ago when I tried to unsubscribe to this list because
I was going to be gone for awhile. Unfortunately, the listserv would not
take my command. How fortunate for me, I would have missed eric.

rob strong

Date:   Tue, 10 Dec 1996 09:52
Subject:   Re: What you can fix with a bent paper clip

Hi gang,

Mark Oppenheim posted:

well, I fixed the flusher thingie on my toilet this weekend with a bent
paper clip. so rather than sending the fecal matter to Eric (who doesn’t
seem to want it), it can now be sent to me, because once again, i can flush.

Alas, Mark, you may soon be back to “shipping” to Eric.
That paper clip is going to rust through faster than you can say “jogger”. I
personally went through a bunch of safety pins from my race numbers until I
finally broke down and went to plumbing supply store. The problem was
permantly solved when I moved.

Andy Yelenak
Wallingford, Connecticut USA

Date:   Tue, 10 Dec 1996 13:58
Subject:   Eric Sighting

Eric was recently seen in Trader Vic’s, drinking heavily with the
Werewolf of London and Elvis. A passerby overheard Eric lamenting about
what a shitty deal the world had given him.

I hope the list gods delayed unsubbing Eric for a while so he could know
how much joy he gave us. Although, at that stage of his DRS career he
probably wasn’t reading any of that shit, anyway. ;-)

ORN: A nice brisk 8 mile, pre-dawn tempo run. Additional challenge
added by losing a contact lens about a mile out – the one in my right
eye that provides the distant component of my monovision prescription.
My brain kept telling my eyes to stop sending that shit. At least
they’re the disposable type. Next race is the Uwharrie Trail 40 Mile
Adventure Run on February 8th. Hilly, bad footing, numerous stream
crossings, possibility of extreme weather conditions. Proof positive
that running causes brain cell loss in the mature athlete.

Will Brown
Raleigh, NC

Date:   Tue, 10 Dec 1996 13:12
Subject:   Re: Eric Sighting

Poor Eric. But, I guess I should tell everyone that he never
subscribed to drs. Someone named Ellen subscribed to drs and then
either lost her account or changed her username and forgot to
unsubscribe. Eric was assigned her old username. I guess
he never knew what hit him :)

Ted Louis Glenn
Tucson, Arizona, United States

Date:   Tue, 10 Dec 1996 16:51
Subject:   Re: Eric Sighting

At 01:12 PM 12/10/96 -0700, Ted Louis Glenn wrote:
Poor Eric. But, I guess I should tell everyone that he never
subscribed to drs. Someone named Ellen subscribed to drs and then
either lost her account or changed her username and forgot to
unsubscribe. Eric was assigned her old username. I guess
he never knew what hit him :)

Alas, poor Eric. I knew him, deads; a fellow of infinite cyberspace, of
most excellent fancy; he hath read our messages a thousand times; and now,
how abhorred in his imagination we are! his gorge rises at us. Here gazed
those eyes that we have glazed I know not how oft. Where be his attention
now? his curses? his flashes of anger, that were wont to set us on a
thread? Not one now, to shame our poor scribbling? quite tired of us? Now
get you to your keyboard, and tell us that you want no more shit, to this
request we must obey, and let us ponder that.

ORN – Alas, this taper doth vex me.

Richard Ferguson
in dreary Elsinore

Date:   Tue, 10 Dec 1996 15:39
Subject:   Eric . . .

Hello one and all,

I was wondering if anyone has Eric’s E-mail adress. I seem to have
lost it. I would like to apologize to him. I think somehow a shipment
of fertilizer that I was supposed to receive for my greenhouse got to him
instead. I could use the fertilizer and it sounds like he needs
heartfelt apologies from each of us, over and over.

John the crazy alaskan runner who is trying to push up daisies.

Date:   Wed, 11 Dec 1996 07:18
Subject:   chest pains & binary numbers

From: Ray Scott
Mike, I hate to tell you this, but it sounds like you’re destined to be a
machine-code programmer :-)…

Yeah, maybe one day. But first I have to pass my exam tomorrow! It’s
mostly about the 68000 CPU, but will surely have other exciting shit
(Eric’s bane) on it.

Michael Lehotay
Toronto, Canada

Date:   Wed, 11 Dec 1996 08:52
Subject:   Re: Eric . . .

Greetings,

If and when I ever unsubscribe to the list, I hope I don’t make any mistakes.
We have been merciless with poor Eric. But, it has been great fun at Eric’s
expense.
:>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>) :>)

Marc Scudamore

Date:   Wed, 11 Dec 1996 10:24
Subject:   Re: Again with the esplanades & boulevards.

It is good that you are going to run on the Merrit trail cuz when you run
on our boulevards you have to keep dodging the trees ( and the dog shit
that we didn’t send to Eric).

sorry i can’t join you but have a good one.

Ed Pomeroy, Dept. of Psychology,
Brock University, St Catharines, ON

Date:   Wed, 11 Dec 1996 13:09
Subject:   Re: Eric Sighting

Will writes:

I hope the list gods delayed unsubbing Eric for a while so he could know
how much joy he gave us. Although, at that stage of his DRS career he
probably wasn’t reading any of that shit, anyway. ;-)

Eric remains clueless, because his impressive command of the English
language captured my attention immediately and I deleted him as
requested. Once I did a search on his address, and came up with
someone else’s name, I realized that he had inherited the subscription.
I just didn’t have the heart to tell y’all, though. Anyway, I was
enjoying this little burst of creativity :-). Especially Richard’s
variation on a theme of Hamlet.

ORN: five miles on the treadmill, pretending I was on the
carriage trails in Acadia National Park ;-)

linda

Date:   Thu, 12 Dec 1996 07:11
Subject:   Re: Where’s the eric’s our summer?

I haven’t contributed to the Eric thread yet, but see an opportunity at
last. Always on the lookout for new euphemisms, may I suggest that in
future we use the word “eric” in place of sh*t. BTW, eric is also a
four-letter word. Example of usage given below.

In response to my statement that:
I sweated blood on the above and they still didn’t turn out quite right.

Allan wrote:
I have been sitting here for 5 minutes trying to sweat blood. Can’t do
that either.

I must admit to having lied. I didn’t manage to sweat blood. I’ve
managed to get blood out of some other orifices, but not out of the pores
in my skin. I’ve had bright red blood in my urine and in my eric, but
never in my sweat. Producing bright red urine for the first time was a
rather unpleasant and unwanted surprise.

ORN: After two weeks of struggling, first with a minor calf strain and
then with some kind of bug (in sympathy with many other Deads) I managed
to get out and do a slow 15 miles yesterday. I need plenty more of those
in the next month to get ready for a marathon in January.

Dave Couper
The Ancyent Marath’ner in Hobart

Date:   Wed, 11 Dec 1996 14:17
Subject:   Another meaning Eric may have had, great trail run.

Pardon me if this has already been suggested (I don’t read every word of
every digest, but I do scan it all), but perhaps dear Eric feels that
he is no longer worthy of our company due to extremely low self-esteem.
He may have meant to say:
“Quit sending. Me s***.”

Tam Thompson, Ph.D. candidate
Mechanical Engineering Department, The University of Texas at Austin

Date:   Wed, 11 Dec 1996 15:36
Subject:   A ghostwritten Ericonian filk

“You Don’t Send Me S*** Any More”
with half-hearted apologies to Neil and Barbra

You don’t bring me feces,
You don’t send e coli.
The sewer’s empty, the toilet bowl’s clean
I reach out to flush, and there’s nothing there…

It used to be so easy
to send messages (scatalogical),
But messages don’t get sent any more
at least not ones with themes proctological.

You don’t bring me feces,
You don’t send e coli,
You don’t send me s*** anymore.

ORN: 8 miles, including 5X600M hill repeats, the last with a distinctively
Ericesque feeling in the old quads. Still recovering from the effects
of the Kalpana-Cold last week.

Be dead well.

Mark Kunkel
Auburn, AL

Date:   Wed, 11 Dec 1996 21:44
Subject:   Re: Where’s the eric’s our summer?

At 07:11 AM 12/12/96 +1100, The Ancyent Marath’ner wrote:
I haven’t contributed to the Eric thread yet, but see an opportunity at
last. Always on the lookout for new euphemisms, may I suggest that in
future we use the word “eric” in place of sh*t. BTW, eric is also a
four-letter word. Example of usage given below.

At 03:17 PM 12/11/96 -0500, Gerardo Despian wrote:
Unless a file has an executable command such as .exe, .sys, or .com, there
is no way you can pick up a virus by just reading an email. Is this true?
Was the alert a hoax?

— No Gerado — its a crock of eric.

Paul Aloe
Here in New York, where we would say “yooooo. Stop sending me sh*t”

Date:   Wed, 11 Dec 1996 22:38
Subject:   Re: Where’s the eric’s our summer?

The Ancyent Marath’ner writes:
I haven’t contributed to the Eric thread yet, but see an opportunity at

Hmm…I’m going to try to not yield to temptation…

last. Always on the lookout for new euphemisms, may I suggest that in
future we use the word “eric” in place of sh*t. BTW, eric is also a
four-letter word. Example of usage given below.

In response to my statement that:
I sweated blood on the above and they still didn’t turn out quite right.

Allan wrote:
I have been sitting here for 5 minutes trying to sweat blood. Can’t do
that either.

I must admit to having lied. I didn’t manage to sweat blood. I’ve
managed to get blood out of some other orifices, but not out of the
pores in my skin. I’ve had bright red blood in my urine and in my eric, but
never in my sweat. Producing bright red urine for the first time was
a rather unpleasant and unwanted surprise.

Tell me about it! The first time that happened to me was after a Sunday
morning long, hot, humid run. It took me forever to rehydrate, and when
I did, and went to the can, it (the urine, that is) came out red and
scared the “eric” out of me….sorry guys…I couldn’t resist…

Oh, and while I am at it, to answer the question, where’s the eric’s our
summer, it’s here in Houston, where although mid December, we hit 80F
today…

3 days to Sunmart Texas Trails Endurance Run (50 miles) – and yes, I’m
nervous…it’s my first 50 miler…
32 days to Houston Marathon

Dennis “the menace” Halpin
Houston, Texas

Date:   Thu, 12 Dec 1996 00:20
Subject:   Re: Poor Eric

Dearest Decomposed,

This “Eric” thread is absolutely priceless! Does this happen all the
time around this list? IF and WHEN it ever comes to rest I would like to
put the whole thing up on a web page if no one minds too much. At the
rate we’re going though, I think Eric might just re-subscribe for all
the attention he’s getting. His response rate is about to eclipse that
of Claude’s and Tam’s combined!!

Come on back, Eric, you’re FAMOUS … I shit you not!

Peter dellaFemina
Readsboro VT

Date:   Thu, 12 Dec 1996 13:06
Subject:   Eric running at Rocket city marathon

Can anyone confirm the rumors that Eric will be running at the Rocket
City marathon this Saturday? Any other deads going to show up? I’ll be
there, most likely in maroon shorts over black bike length tights and a
Rocket City marathon shirt from 92. If you find a short guy (5′ 7″)
with glasses, reddish-blond hair and a red mustache–that’s me. I’ll
answer to “Jeff?”, “are you dead?” and “SHIT, ERIC, IS THAT YOU???”
(Might I be so bold as suggest that last one as a
pseudo-quazi-recognized-but-not-sanctioned dead greeting?) I just hope
I don’t look like “eric” by the end of the race. Of course, it’s better
to look like Eric then to feel like eric. If I feel like eric I might
not be worth “eric in a handbag”.

Yesterday’s forcast was for “cold and breezy…low 30’s rising into the
40’s by 10 am.” The rain we’re having is supposed to be ending tomorrow.

Jeff Shelly
Huntsville, AL

Date:   Fri, 13 Dec 1996 16:36
Subject:   Re: Non-Running Question

Now, Julia, did you have any inkling that you would start the thread that
has generated the greatest interest since Eric and those grassy strips,
whatever they’re called. If Eric had realized the fascinating things we
discuss besides running, maybe he’d have stayed on the list. :-)

ORN: None since kidney stone on Monday, but I’ll probably go for a run
tonight.

Ralph Lindzon
Hong Kong

Date:   Fri, 13 Dec 1996 08:00
Subject:   Eric running at the Rocket City Marathon ?

Eric will probably run if you eat bad Mexican food the night before the
race :-o

Kevin Bales
Houston, TX

Date:   Fri, 13 Dec 1996 17:01
Subject:   Re: Non-Running Question

From: julia

Does anybody know the difference between a “hectare” and an “acre”?
On a translation I’m doing for Americans, should I just translate
everything into acres so they know
how much land I’m talking about, or am I the ignorant one (never heard of
“hectare” as a measurement) and leave it as is?

An acre is the Customary / American measurement of area
A hectare is the Metric measurement (American Eric would say “Metric?
Oh sh*t)

Acre x 0.4 = hectare or Hectares (ha) x 2.5 = acres

And …

Inch (in) = 24.5 millimeters
Foot (ft) = 12 in = .305 meter
Yard (yd) = 36 in = 3 ft = 0.914 meter
Mile (ml) = 5,280 ft = 1.609 kilometers
In2 (sq in) = 6.452 cm2
ft2 (sq ft) = 144 sq in = 0.093 m2
Yd2 (sq yd) = 1,296 sq in = 0.836 m2 = 9 sq ft
Acre = 43,560 sq ft = 0.405 ha
Mile2 (sq mi) = 640 acres = 2.59 km2
Millimeter (mm) = 0.001meter = 0.039 inch
Centimeter (cm) = 0.01 meter = 0.394 inch
Decimeter (dm) = 0.1 meter = 3.937 inch
Meter (m) = 3.281 feet
Kilometer (km) = 1,000 meters = 0.621 mile
Sq millimeter (mm2) = 0.000001 m2 = 0.002 sq in
Sq centimeter (cm2) = 0.001 m2 = 155 sq in
Sq meter (m2) = 10,746 sq ft
Hectare (ha) = 10,000 m2 = 2,471 acres
Sq kilometer(km2) = 1,000,000 m2 = .386 sq mi

And Eric said (all together now …) “Stop using that metric sh*t!)

A 5km race = 3.1 mile
A 10km race = 6.2 miles
The first half of a marathon = 35 km = 21.7 miles
The next half of a marathon feels like 35 km = 21.7 miles
The next half of a marathon is actually 35 km = 21.7 miles!
The stadium is always on the horizon and is 2 inches big (50.8 mm)
At half way the stadium is still on the horizon and is still 2 inches big (50.8 mm)
At finishing field feels 40 hectares wide = 100 acres = 4356 sq ft = 1.3 km
The medal weighs 10 pounds (lv avdp) = 70,000 grains = 4.54 kg of SOLID GOLD!
The elation of running and finishing can’t be measured

ORN: 20 minutes round the block in my new shoes (Asics 125 ES)

PS: Eric, if you want to weigh all that stuff you’ve received I suggest
the Metric ton = 1,000 kg = 1,102 short tons = 0.984 long ton.

Date:   Fri, 13 Dec 1996 11:07
Subject:   NOW I get it!!!!!!!!

Okay, Okay….I admit I’ve not kept up with reading all the posts,
and have on occasion, just simply deleted a slew of messages to ease
the memory on the server, but my goodness am I slow….I now, today,
an obligatory BJD, have JUST NOW understood ERIC!…oh my! I can’t
stop laughing…..

wishing you all the best….

ORN: off today, 5 tomorrow…hoping it’s sunny!

Teresa

Date:   Fri, 13 Dec 1996 18:01
Subject:   Re: DRS Yearend Survey 1996

DRS Yearend Survey 1996

3. Describe something you like or something you dislike about the
Dead Runners Society.

I like how something like “Eric” takes on a life of its
own. It’s also great to read all of the race reports, from
our dead elites to the Penguin brigade.

4. If you could change one thing about Dead Runners Society, what would
it be and how would you change it?

Can’t think of anything!

Joel Barnum
Cedar Rapids, Iowa

Dead Runners Society
From Everywhere

Return

Here are two females named Lucy.
Pop quiz: Guess which one is using 100% of her cerebral capacity?
luciesAnswer: The dog. The movie character is fictional, and besides, she spends most of the movie working her way up to 100%, whereas Lucy the dog is always at maximum capacity. She’s working with all she has, folks – she’s not holding anything back for later. Both neurons are firing all the time.

Of course, the problem is that her two brain cells are always asking the two questions – “Where’s Mom?” and “Where’s dinner?”

Nowadays, before I leave the house in the morning, I have to turn on the cable receiver – not the TV itself, you understand. Just the sound from the cable, to play at a very low volume all day long, so that Lucy won’t know that she’s alone. This is supposed to relieve her separation anxiety.

I ain’t buying it, though. Lucy is as dumb as a dog gets, but she knows that none of the voices coming out of the speakers are her mother’s voice, and that’s the only “separation anxiety” that she has – she’s separated from Ethel, and she’s anxious about it.

Lucy will stand outside the bathroom door while Ethel is in there for ten minutes, or she’ll sit staring at the door to the garage if Momma went out that way two weeks ago. It’s all the same to Lucy – Momma went that way, and so Momma will have to come back in that way. Time itself is meaningless – Lucy lives in the eternal now. She doesn’t have any autonomic sub-processes going on to tell her that hours, days, weeks are passing – just the two neurons in her head, “Mom” and “Food”.

Lucy’s continual “Mom? Food?” questioning can be interrupted, however; if you tell her to go outside, then she’ll go outside, and when she sniffs the traces of her previous byproducts, then bowel or bladder might let loose; call her back inside, and the “Food?” neuron suddenly takes precedence. If Lucy poops in the yard, she gets a treat.

When I poop in the yard, I don’t get a treat. I just get an earful from Ethel. And sometimes the HOA sends us an email.

In a little while, I’ll go home – I’ll beat Ethel there, because Ethel is now on a 7-4 schedule at work, which means that she goes in at 7:00, but still doesn’t leave until 5:30 or 6:00. I almost always get home first, and then I have to watch Lucy go through a manic-depressive cycle – manic because the garage door opens, and depressive because I’m not Ethel. It doesn’t do much for my self-image – seeing the family dog be sad that I’m the one that walks in the door isn’t something to cheer one right up.

But I can understand it. Because, as soon as I get in the house with Lucy, I’ll only be thinking two things – “Where’s Ethel?” and “When’s dinner?”

Well, it seems that we aren’t going to Bozeman.

Ethel’s powers-that-be have decided that she can’t go full remote.

h-lone-peak-montana

I admit that this seems a mite strange to me, as Ethel was working remotely while all of her her current powers-that-be were actually being hired into the company; then, when we came to Utah, they decided that a) she would be a manager, and b) she would be in the office, and c) she would move from hourly to salaried.

Moving from hourly to salaried cost her money; going to the office every day cost her money. Sounds like “being a manager” is a demotion at depth.

And they won’t let her go back to her old position, either. It’s sort of a “nanner-nanner-boo-boo” whilst thumbing their nose on a corporate scale; this doesn’t seem cool, since Ethel was there before the school had any classes or students.

But I reckon that the folks who are in charge aren’t really in charge; it’s God who is in charge. So might as well drop it.

So we’re not going to Bozeman.

So, we’re not.

(Just gotta keep saying it over and over so that it will sink in).

…certainly not when Ethel Andretti is behind the wheel. She made it home from Big Sky to our front door in 5 hours two weeks ago, and that included stopping for gas and fast food.

MaptoBozeman

Today we’re driving up to Bozeman, probably leaving before noon. Two weeks ago we went up, rode with realtors in Bozeman and Big Sky, and skied Big Sky. We’re not skiing this weekend – instead, we’re going to make meetings, go to church, and drive around town.

Obviously, we’re thinking about moving – either to Bozeman or down to the Salt Lake Valley, and we don’t know which. This will all depend on many factors, and God makes those decisions. But we are probably leaving Park City.

Now, we aren’t leaving Park City for any non-skiing place, because I learned my lesson there, and it’s stayed learned. In fact, we’re only going places with more skiing – more real skiing, that is. Park City Mountain Resort and The Canyons are now on the same ticket, and next year the gondola will join them to be the largest single lift-served operation in North America, but an amazing amount of that terrain is green and blue, or mellower blacks, and now that Extreme Ethel has tasted the truly steep and deep, she’s unsatisfied with the Wasatch Back. But Snowbird suited her just fine, and Big Sky is…well, see my last post :)

So we may just scoot around to the Sandy/Cottonwood Heights area, or we may go up to Bozeman, if our bosses are okay with that option. I’ve checked, and flights from Bozeman to Oakland are in the same price range as flights from Salt Lake (although they take considerably longer – well, hey. That’s on me, then) so such a move wouldn’t interfere with my ability to get to Workday’s home office. And it’s a small university town, and bandwidth is not an issue.

Park City – I still love Park City, but it doesn’t seem to love us. I did all the research before I came back home here, and thought that – despite the aphorism – I could, indeed, go home again. But our church is not the same church – same rector, same deacon, same location, but it’s a fuzzy church. We only went once, and I can’t get Ethel to go back and try again, and I can’t say that I blame her.

The first time back, when I was first interviewing here two years ago, I had dinner that first night with my old running friends, and thought that that connection was solid – but it didn’t last. They weren’t interested in running with me for more than a few months, and they fell away. That was truly a disappointment, but that’s what I get for being appointed.

Now, I suspect that, had we had snow, a lot of this wouldn’t be bothering us, but I haven’t had a powder day since I moved back to Utah. And that is Just. Not. Right. On. So. Many. Levels. There hasn’t been any snow in my yard in weeks- maybe a month. When I left Summit Park in late May of 2005, we still had piles of snow in my yard. This affects me on a visceral level. Park City shouldn’t look like spring in February.

And Ethel is suffering from a problem that I had ten years ago; when I left Park City for Anthem, AZ, it turned out that I could never, ever be happy in Anthem, AZ, because Anthem, AZ, was the place that I’d left Park City for, so it had to be wrong. I didn’t get happy in Arizona until we moved out to New River.

Well, Ethel left her beautiful home in New River and her friends in Arizona for Park City, so she’s never felt comfortable back here. Dang. I’d never thought about that, and she’d never mentioned it until last night, when we were eating dinner at the Baja Cantina at PCMR.

So last week we were looking at homes down in the Salt Lake Valley, and today we’re driving to Bozeman. We already know that we can afford to live in Bozeman; we just want to find out if we really want to be there. Is the church fuzzy? What about meetings? Sure, it’s a college town, so it’s liberal, but I strongly suspect that “liberal” in Montana is different than, say, “liberal” in Vermont.

Now, it’s possible that by next weekend, Park City could be deep and white again, and who knows? I’m sure that that would be a comfort. And since it’s only a 40 minute drive from here to Alta and Snowbird, we might just sit still where we are.

Or we may be on the move again, in a permanent sense. But, for now, we’re driving to Bozeman.

Driving up to Bozeman, we decided to take the slighly longer route through a corner of Yellowstone and the Gallatin Mountains, which goes past Big Sky. As we drove down from Yellowstone, I kept pointing and saying “Maybe that’s Lone Peak…maybe that’s Lone Peak.”

Then Ethel said, “Uh, Jim, I think THAT’S Lone Peak” :)

SkiPorn

I think she was right :)

It’s obscene. It’s crazy. You drive up the access road, and there is simply so much terrain – and I say this after skiing the Canyons for a year, with 4000+ acres. Not only is there so much terrain, and so many runs that are so top-to-bottom, and views in every direction that are magnificent – in the middle of the embarrassment of riches, there’s Lone Peak, with a tram running up to the top.

It’s absolutely pornographic. It’s sort of embarrassing, but you can’t look away. And it makes your pulse and breathing race, and your eyes bug open wide. Surely, surely that…that thing is not actually skiable?

Yes, it is.

Although it wasn’t skiable on Sunday – there were such severe winds on Saturday, that the snow was actually blown off of the runs on Sunday; the only thing open that was served by the tram was Big Couloir, and that is actually reserved in fifteen-minute chunks of time; you have to sign up for it in advance, and two people ski it at a time, and both have to have avy gear and a transceiver. Since I didn’t know this, I didn’t sign up for it, and now there is a Big Couloir-sized hole in my life. It ain’t Corbet’s, but it’s close.

(And it turns out that skiing Bridger wasn’t a very good idea either).

We were going to ski Big Sky on Saturday and Bridger Bowl on Sunday, but when we got to Big Sky on Saturday morning, it was raining in the village; it was wet snow at the base area, and very windy. Most of the upper lifts were on wind hold (which is what caused the mess of conditions on Sunday). So instead of skiing, we moved things around and saw real estate in Big Sky that morning and early afternoon, and then real estate in Bozeman on Saturday afternoon and evening.

Then we skied Big Sky on Sunday, which turned out to be a BEAUTIFUL day!

So now we’re back in Park City, and it rained here today. Global warming may cause us to move north.

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