Caren Ware's Blog

March 31, 2012

All in a day’s work. Boston Cream Pie.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 6:27 pm

Nothing new. A typical day.  I timed a race on Maui on Saturday.  Timed a race in Palm Springs on Sunday.  Leave for Boston on a redeye tomorrow.  So today?  I order porta potties, t-shirts, awards, and tables for THE RABBIT RUN. I assign people to stuff plastic Easter eggs.  10,000 of them!  I listen to a message telling how my pool of assigned volunteers will now not be available to help at this run.  I call the Explorers. I listen to 39 phone messages and answer 64 emails.  People that want us to time their events. A few runners that wore each other’s chips and need their times corrected.  Shipping tracks for scan cards, safety pins, paper, and supplies.  Cities that need further copies of insurance.  One that wants an engineer wet stamp of our scaffolding that ends up costing over $800.  I drop off my 2011 taxes and show him a letter of correction the IRS is asking for.  I just make it to an appointment to get my hips looked at by a sports chiropractor.  They are misaligned and producing pain.  I am 6 weeks out from the Galapagos Islands Marathon and finding very little time to run any mileage.  I brisk through the travel itinerary.  I find a flash of fun opening these emails in the midst of all the business ones.  I have to smile.  Rick and his wife run a travel agency that has a mission to use locals and their food, housing, and transportation source.  They are set in giving back to the very community we are visiting.   It will be so cool to share with you the experiences this trip to such a remote equatorial place.  And the experiences of traveling it alone. I book hotel rooms and a rental car on Expedia for Boston.  I confirm my seats on my flight.  And I leave for LAX .  I will be almost 6 hours off in time zones between Hawaii and the East Coast.  But who’s feeling jet lag when timing races is jet lag!.  My tidbit to myself today is from a little book called Courage to Change.  Life isn’t one grand performance, but a continuing set of experiences from which I learn about living.  Most people spend all their lives trying to iron out things so they can live and never get around to actually living.  Hmmm.  I have a flight to contemplate that.

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