Caren Ware's Blog

December 30, 2012

Merry Christmess

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 11:22 am

christmas4 - Copychristmas2I left -15 degrees and flew down to California to be with family. I had purchased two display mountain bikes from Fitzgerald’s at the end of their season and had hidden them in the 91-year-old Latvian’s bungalow during the fall. They seemed like the perfect gifts.  We were having to pay for campus parking. My daughter had gotten into fender benders in a new car on that packed campus already this year. And upon my arrival, she sheepishly admitted that the chalk markings on the back of her window were from being towed away from the wrong parking space. I wanted to give them the start-up opportunity to pedal some of life. I stopped into a very busy, pre-Christmas sports store and added helmets and bike locks to the mix. None of these gifts were CHRISTmas nor the meaning of, but yes, I was trying to GIVE them what we have designed as a good Christmas.

My Christmas gift would be a morning spent in my daughter’s apartment making pies and deserts for all the gatherings.  My son agreed to come join us. He had to be the truck delivery of her bike. I already cherished the time that would be spent.  The aroma of cinnamon and spices filling the air.  The conversation and chatting that gets to come from just hanging out.  This is Christmas.

I got a late start as the battery was dead on the stored Porsche.  I had to be jumped.  I got a call that I had left a key bag of groceries behind in my haste.  I pulled into a very busy Albertson’s and stood in a very full line.  I was hoping to avoid this kind of bustle on the morn of Christmas eve.  Dag nab it.  I left the lights on.  The car was so Christmasy red and handsome…and not going anywhere.  I called my daughter and AutoClub.  The nice tow truck driver said the battery tested poorly and he did not have my size.  He jumped me.  We drove into a very busy tire place, ditched the car and still, dag nab it, determinedly had just enough time to whip out pies.  So much for casual conversation.

My son had gotten to the apartment.  synchronized.  We went into family operation.  We were raised race timers.  John cracked the eggs.  Carrie took off to the store for more sugar.  I made the pie crusts in record ticking time…and we got them into the oven.  All I had to do was squeeze in the little  tin bundt cakes around the pies and we would soon have cinnamon and spice and my Cinderella staged Christmas atmosphere.

I dumped the full cake pan over as I slide it toward the back of the oven, which in turn dumped the little pans over on that shelf, which in turn, splattered the batter all over the bottom of a 425 apartment oven, which in turn instantly charred, which in turn instantly filled the kitchen with smoke.  Well, the entire apartment with smoke.  My son went into emergency mode.  He belted commands for the situation.  I had to smile at the trained cop he was becoming to be.  He didn’t run to the stove, but through the apartment looking for the smoke detector.  Yep, he bellowed.” It’s wired to the Fire Department, as should any college apartment be.”  He grabbed a chair and starting fanning as I ruined a spatula trying to scrape out the charred goop.  And in doing so I flipped the second tray of cakes.  And the alarm sounded.

We arrived to my brother’s an hour late. No pies.  Smelling like Chimney Sweeps.  And the entire cinnamon and spice project was steaming out of the top of a university campus dumpster .

My kids shrugged, never even balked, and chalked it up as just another normal day with mom.IMAG2542

Merry Missingsomethingmas

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 10:28 am

Thought this a classic picture for a race timer.  An outhouse line of Santas from the inaugural event in Palm Springs, the Santa Paws.  Only race rules.  You had to run in their provided Santa Suit or one of your own.  Classic.  Las Vegas hosts one that draws over 10,000 Santas!!IMAG2496

Merry Christmas… to you all. It’s a book worth of the merry mas mess that comes from taking the CHRIST out of the Christmas. I talk from personal experience. Merry ………….(Missing something)mas.  And there comes the entire void that has to be ignored or stuffed down.  And Christmas becomes like the prom.  Full of expense and prep for one pretend Cinderella ball day.  So no pretend days.  The glorious life God has given us is to discover who we are, who He is, what we should do with all that.  And, when I had my own mom die holding my hand, I realized the best of life is the lines and legacy we write on the lives of others and understanding and receiving God’s redemption.  Why did I have to go out there and TEST if that was true? If just to make life interesting… it worked, as I shake my heart and head.  Come on 2013, let’s see  where this plane soars to and if it lands or crashes.IMAG2514IMAG2507

December 5, 2012



Thanksgiving Day is the biggest results timing day of the year.   Teton Valley had a Turkey Chase on the weekend and Jackson, Wyoming had a Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving Day.  I had the immense privilege to get to work with the Teton County/ Jackson Parks & Recreation and Jill Harkness and crew. They put a lot of pre prep to making this a festive event for the entire community.  The crowd was treated to a sunny day and unseasonable higher temperatures than normal for this time of year. Two years ago it had to be cancelled when temperatures fell to minus 20 degrees.  The day prior to this year’s race it was snowing. Today, and so much a reason to be thankful for, it was sunny.  But for me, I was most thankful, thankful for this year was Itz About Time’s new Techy, Nick.  He is the BEST.  He comes from a background in successful cinema filming, producing feature films, and now operates a high action video company.  Check out  He, and his identical twin brother, have  put the successful rigors of Hollywood aside to enjoy this region, and we are blessed to have the  talent. Check out our new website.  Participants were delighted to be ‘officially’ timed with RFID chip timing.  Their almost standard comment was, “It’s about time we got professional timing.”  Get it.  The MC did, and the pun for the morning was…IT’S ABOUT TIME we got timing with ITz ABOUT TIME.  Gotta love it.About-us-Nick-1024x731

Living five/fifths of life.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 10:59 pm
I am 100 percent proud of who my daughter is , who she is becoming, and who she will become. I have to share what I saw she posted on her facebook.
She posts,
“Tonight, someone told me their goal in college is to finish a fifth every night. My goal is to watch myself grow, to get better aquanted to my emotions, to stretch myself spiritually, to know what it means to love, to let myself be loved, to push myself physically and mentally to bounds I never thought possible, to do new things on my own, to be scared and overcome it, to make lasting relationships, to cherish my family, to speak my mind, to be positive with whatever life puts in front of me, to give my all, to enjoy the small things, to plan for the future, and to not drink a fifth every night.”

December 1, 2012


Filed under: A Runner's Story,fitness,hiking,traveling — Caren Ware @ 11:46 pm

IMAG2340I spent a whirlwind two weeks in California.  I went to make sure that race directors and our new team at PRIME TIME were properly coordinated.  We versed on race lay outs and expectations.  I visited with my kids at their colleges, watched my nephew play hockey, and saw friends.  I went to downsize the storage unit I was making monthly payments on.  It was  expensive, driving 22 hours to California.  Gas, food, lodging, and time spent without future income options was rapidly becoming the new knot in my stomach.  Seeing the fruitful effects of all my years of establishing large, quality races was hard.  I made the clear choice to give over PRIME TIME to establish myself in a more adventurous, travelable timing situation.  I needed to get reconnected to the important people in my life that my business had so time-blocked.  And, by the way, downsizing my storage unit only resulted in putting the possessions I was still clinging to in my son’s apartment, a friend’s garage, and squeezing all else in a more closet size monthly rental.  The rest, I gave up and threw in the trash.  None of this felt very good, to say the least. None of it save, getting to spend time with people for the first time in a long, long time.

The 22 hour drive to and from Wyoming was…well…tiring.  How odd to pay taxes on over $500,000 the year prior and be choosing to sleep in my truck to save lodging expenses going back. So college style myself.  I actually sleep better in the truck.  Something about all those lonely years in hotels and motels makes me just hardly want to bear another night in one.  I got it figured out on Interstate 15.  I have a Gold’s Gym pass and every couple hours can find one in a town.  I  work out, take a hot shower. and keep on driving…and driving.. and driving.  Follow that dotted white line.  Just be aware if you pull off in Cedar City, Utah and try to slumber in your vehicle near the Gold’s gym, the town is below the level of the freeway.  Every truck all evening long is down shifting through that canyon.  It sounds like they are gearing right over your body.  No potential cat nap through that!

In Salt Lake, I Google a Big O tires and get TIRES.  Big, all season, grip it in the snow tires for my otherwise heavy, big, mighty Toyota Tundra Truck that had been responding on icy roads more like a toboggan than a four wheel drive truck.  My daughter went off to college in the Subaru, which we can attest is the best little, all wheel snow vehicle.  I like knowing she is in a sturdy, safe car.  So, ouch.  $1600 for seasonal TIRES.  I feel even wearier.   My pioneering venture to Wyoming is springing a leak in my finances.  I travel on now that I am properly TIRED.  I am tired.  Those trucks down shifting all night left wrings under my eyes that looked like tire treads.

Just a few hours out of Salt Lake and here I go again.  I am lost in the dark.  Notice the common denominator in all these lost in the dark stories.  It is ME.  What is it with me!!? I got off to get gas, called a colleige about an issue, and got back on the wrong highway going to who knows where?  How can you get turned around going from Salt Lake City to Idaho Falls?  Really.  Isn’t there only one highway???  But the towns faded, the highway narrowed, and I am somewhere without navigator in the middle of Idaho in the middle of another stormy night.  I had gotten on an 84 or an 87 or something.  It took me over an hour and half out of my way.  I gave up in Idaho Falls and again crawled in the back of my truck at a Days Inn Parking lot.  I was too tired to fight the hours left to Jackson in the night, in a storm, with the potential of hitting a moose or deer or elk .

I grabbed a breakfast at Ihop and headed with the first rays toward Jackson.  I was glad I waited until day light.  It was a snow sparkled and cloud bursty day.  It was stunning as my tires crunched over the passes.  Into Teton Valley and I was in Victor.  I took a block detour and rewarded myself with a visit to Fitzgerald’s Bicycle Shop.  There is always a buzz in there.  A keen coffee bar and bikes and mechanics equal buzz.

OH MY.  And there they were.  The BEST TIRES I have ever eyed.  BIG, FAT, newly invented SNOW tires FOR SNOW BIKES.  Complete with stick your hand into the tunnel,mits hooked to the handle bars and long leg warmers hooked to the pedals.  There are insulated water bottle holders, and a travel pack.  Really.  Too much fun.  I was no longer TIRED.  I had to try out these TIRES.  Took them for a test drive.  I am back in Jackson and there is full moon so full…so very full.

IMAG2302Ps.  My daugher calls and has an unexpected expense come up.  I use the internet on my phone and  tranfer the money I saved on sleeping in my truck into her college account.  Funny how we do that for our kids. IMAG2303IMAG2305IMAG2297IMAG2306

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