-The Incoming Info-
2. I received certified mail from the new owners of the "marina" (house) where I currently keep my fishing boat in Jerusalem, across from Galilee. They would be tripling the dock fee from what I am currently paying, which in their defense is ridiculously low given the location. Sad news! I cannot afford it and won't be returning back there after a solid three year run. Sad....
3. In the daily avalanche that is the shit show of emails in my Inbox, I stumbled across a second reminder that registration for 2015 Boston Marathon would be opening soon. My time last year of 2:51:05 meant that I could early apply in the second wave before those in my age group time of 3:10:00. Hmmmmm.
4. Fishing reports over the past several days have indicated that one of my nagging "fears" have been allayed. Bonito (Sarda sarda) and False Albacore (Euthynnus alleteratus) have invaded/exploded in southern RI waters (FINALLY!) over the past two days! Two years ago I was able to clean up on several days in September. Last year, however, they never materialized and skirted the waters of our coast as they migrated south-I got nothing. They're here! I need to greet them accordingly.
1. I had to switch my long run (next to last "big" one before Nipmuck?) to Friday afternoon. In what felt like an after-school detention, I ran from school on a mix of roads and trails for over 2.5 hours, back to home. It was fun but at times I felt really overworked, warm, and tired. A couple of gels at two different times helped but the final two miles back home on local roads was really tiring (managed to maintain respectable low 7:00s pace though) and literally nauseating. Nice to get 22 miles on a late Friday afternoon but it did leave me waking up this morning (Saturday), scratching my head wondering what to do at 0530 besides sit around in my underwear,scratching myself, blogging and drinking coffee. Despite having to sneak it in, at least "it" is done.
2. Given the looming blackhole surrounding my boat at its slip, along with my wife's Saturday morning long run theft, I had to adjust my fishing schedule. My father and I will be heading out Sunday morning instead. Hope we get into albies! They are absolutely, pound-for-pound, one of the most fun fighters in the Atlantic that humble anglers like myself have access to in tiny boats. Each trip out from now until mid October is something to be cherished. Nothing lasts forever.
|Almost time to leave the promised land....sadness for sure.|
3. In a mix of emotions, I quickly (wtf was I thinking?!?) registered, or rather "applied" for Boston in 2015. Ugh. I hate the hype and hooplah but having never run it I feel obligated to do it once....and most likely ONLY once. As I hit 'send' and then received a confirmation number I immediately exhaled a nervous (?), hesitant sigh and actually muttered something along the lines of "Damn it". I think Gazelle is also registered so at least I'll have a long run partner in the darkened cold mornings of January, February, and March. That is if I get in -- which I should given my early application/time.
|So stupid but I need to chase the Unicorn!|
4. Back to fishing, which I love almost as much as running. I tied a couple of flies while drinking beers last night. It was fun evening- basement, music, beers, and fly tying, all while visions of small members of the tuna family danced around my head. I felt like a kid the final few days before Christmas. I also changed up some of my spinning gear so that I can actually throw flies (albie and bones' favorite lure) as I'm not skilled enough with my actual fly rod to take on these salty missles. Not being a religious man, I cannot pray for albacore and bonito on Sunday just as I cannot pray for the New Orleans Saints to cover the spread and line my pockets. Prayer is for fools in that 50% of the time, it works every time. But I can hope and pretend and fantasize about one of the tiny torpedoes ripping line off my reel on yet another blistering run away from my boat. A scenario such as that would leave me feeling complete and whole and would be a great way to round out my final month at my king of boat slips. Stupid and corny I know but if you've ever had the experience, you'd understand!
So, there it is. It's going to be fun watching it all unfold. However, it all turns out, at least I'll continue running, fishing, and drinking beer -- the Muddy Triple Header of Pleasure.
Tight lines and fast times.