Caren Ware's Blog

August 30, 2013

No Shanking. Thanking.

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IMAG1265 IMAG1266 IMAG1269 IMAG1270 IMAG1276 IMAG1277 IMAG1279 IMAG1281 IMAG1284 IMAG1286 IMAG1291 IMAG1293I am so thankful I happened to be in this area at the same time the Bradleys are giving back to their home town of Woodstock, Vermont in the way of a Golf tournament that benefits cancer and has helped rebuild this area after hurricane Irene. What a magical day as a town befriended each other, engulfed loved ones that will always be loved upon their returns, and is puffed with adorable pride at the success of  Keegan Bradley whose dad, Mark was the golf pro on their greens and raised his son along side and at foot on this course.  Though a community of avid ski racers, this is also a town of stately golfing.  Great, cozy valley to explore the art of  practice and the art of persistence, the kind that flows into greatness.  Could it have ever been orchestrated better to reward the young man with a slam dunk shot wearing his newly proto type golfing shoes he just designed for Michael Jordan.  Wow, kid, as a parent, I know how proud yours are…and the time, focus and sacrifice they, and most of us parents make for our kids to follow their bents and dreams.  It was a very, very blessed day to be in Woodstock, Vermont with the Bradleys.

Home town…Vermont

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Pastoral is how Mark Bradley describes his home state of Vermont.  Loves the WEST, but than there’s Vermont. I agree.  The pastures and rolling hills are heavenly.  I had the supreme privilege of spending a few pastoral, picturesque, pleasant wandering days in Vermont.  I am in love…with a sister in beauty place to the Tetons, but very different in personality.  Vermont is dainty, tidy, refined, with shiny horses, wind wanes a top sprawling white fenced ranches, flowers, brick buildings, wood framed windows, stately porches, with rolling hills and rolling thunder.  I had the privilege of watching the Bradleys give back to their home town.

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Overcoming Obstacles

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Lake Placid, New York is a very pleasant surprise.  After the TRAFFIC of Boston, to be in  placid LAKE PLACID with great restaurants, cozy cottages, and Whiteface Mountain Ski Lodge is quaint. What a nice thing to know that there is more to New York…than New York City. The ski lodge is allowing us to dig holes, use the snow blowers as spray for the race, and ditch tires and hay bails all over the runs, and hammer up ‘obstacles” in their vacationland.  It is really pretty here.IMG_2892 IMG_2896 IMG_2897 IMG_2898 IMG_2899 IMG_2906  The lodge supports downhill mountain bikes and has a Gondola right to the top, but of interest is this platform lift that takes you up to heights of free fall fright and lets you jump onto a puff pad that is not so assuredly puffy from that height.

I am not sure who had more fun and adventure, the participants or the staff or fellowship and friendship from Grand Dynamics.  Look at the jewel of a time they had just setting up and tearing down the course.  Life is just discovery to them at any age. These are the kind of guys that ride their bike from the center of town in Jackson, 20 miles to a lake, swim across it, hike up to the Grand, climb the Grand and return the way they came, arriving in town at 2am in the morning and smilingly call it ‘picnic day’.

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On the MOVE…

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So 387 qualified applicants with Masters Degrees applied.  They reviewed what they felt were the top 60 in the assessment session and I got the coveted call back to be interviewed, one of 17…and I also got the email saying that, though all of us were of equal caliber, a hard choice had been made.  I am to remain on a qualified list for the next six months  should any future positions open. That email came after my son, daughter, and a boat load of their friends had spent the weekend at the Colorado River.  I know opportunities open to those that open themselves up for opportunities to open.  In the meantime, I am on an airplane heading to Boston to pick up timing mats, add them to my luggage of timing equipment, and make my way to Lake Placid and upstate New York for some events Grand Dynamics have branded as ‘The Ultimate Towner’, overcoming your obstacles by conquering  unique courses of mud and  obstacles.  The boat in storage does not make sense until I take the boat out of storage and fill it with laughter, memories, time with my young adult kids.  So it is a ‘place’ not just a thing.  (Though the ‘thing’ cost a ridiculous amount of money to ‘bring out of storage’.  The old gas had to be pumped out.  The body, upholstery, and belly waxed up nice and shiny.  The engine tuned.  The registration fees paid.  And than there was this astounding ‘pleasure tax’ newly initiated by a defunct county to increase revenue that places a $392 yearly fee on a ‘toy’ craft such as a boat or motorhome regardless of its non use in storage.) But I was proud of my kids, who have come to see income weighed against cost of food, gas, and housing.  In full funness, ( I know these are not words, many I coin to just befittingly over describe or emphasize.  It is fun to make that point.  Eye catchers because they are not words.  If you are into where’s Waldo, you can find these added ings and eds in this blog.)

We all pitched in for gas, bought groceries instead of eating out, and slept 7 of us on pads and blankets in one room…and had a very cozy, camp style time together.  It is to be relished, a place that offers time to get to know my merging adulIMAG1154 IMAG1204 IMAG1188 IMAG1184 IMAG1181 IMAG1209 IMAG1211 IMAG1214tish kids and the friends they choose. And I relished this one as they wished to have a great time on the littlest of dimes.  (Shhhh.  Don’t tell them it cost over $1400 just to pull the boat out of storage. ) But  does a ‘place’ like this have a price tag?  Not this kind of place.

Ps.  Yes, that is the same pink bikini as in Antarctica.  Not sure which is more bearable.  The Colorado River was 115 degrees this particular weekend.

I am 51 years old and am training myself for a WORLD TRACK & FIELD championship.  I owe thanks to the keen  training from Chad n Bianca at Crossfit South Redlands and most recently in Jackson by  the wise and  watchful layering of One to One Wellness  in Jackson.

Love you guys. And love the sport of being able to do sports…at any age.



August 12, 2013

A Professional move

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I took a year off to write a book and I will have to write a book about the year off I took to write the book!  I got the adventure based timing unit nestled in.  I got 6 different types of skis and learned to use them.  I know what fat tire bikes are.  And I ran a marathon in Antarctica…and I felt…and I endured…and I explored…and discovered…and now I better…

Now, I better get down to business. I have a masters degree in Public Administration and a resume pages long in experience in both private and public sectors.  That is a powerful combination.  I am choosing to leave the timing world of things and get back into the administration end of things.  Interviewing is something I have not had to do in a long time.  This week, instead of an oral set of interview questions from a panel, we were given a set of scenarios to resolve .  We had one hour in a quiet room to outline our responses and were given 10 timed minutes to present our supervisory concepts.  I walked in and a panel of three intent listeners said ‘go’.  I could feel my body coming up off the start line and running the curve and than the straight away.  I was pacing myself in the 800 which takes me about 2 and a half minutes to run when in great shape.  The panel exclaimed it was uncanny that I answered each question in exactly 2 and 1/2 minutes and finished right on the nose of 10 minutes.  I was running 800 repeats in my body.  I felt like it after the interview.  Interviews are always intense and take composure.  This timed one rattled the race horse jitters in me. I hope I solidly portrayed the cases I intended to present. I would sincerely like to hand choose the city I end up pouring my experience into.  I will let you know how it goes.IMAG0637

August 11, 2013

I knew you when!

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I am in California for the week being the Grizzly mom with Kaiser Insurance trying to get them to respond to a life changing mountain bike crash my 22-year-old son took.  He came to Jackson to cover an event for me and brought his cousin, their mountain bikes, zeal, and a go-pro camera.  Envisioning inspiring footage they would be able to post, they paid to ride the lifts up the ski resort and bike courses down.  A crash severed all the ligaments away from John’s shoulder.  All of them.  Kaiser was unwilling to have a surgeon in Jackson do the surgery, but is unable to get him in until three months AFTER the initial injury.  He will have to carry his floating collar-bone around for all those painful months.  Hmmmmm. Growl.  Want to see a Grizzly strike when it comes to a cub?! This quick biff on the bike will cost him months and months of recovery and rehab.  It is going to take major reconstructive surgery.

So, I have to at least spend one stereotypical day in California.  Thank you, my friend Valerie Ells for showing me a set of stairs and a way to get to this beach.  It  was a sunny, breezy, crystal clear water day on a Laguna area beach  in California that arrayed as much fashion and poise as any Hawaiian Island beach. I was captured in its blues and frothy waves, the rocks, and the dolphins so close to shore. A plus day helped get my head in gear for an upcoming interview

I also have to visit Crossfit South Redlands. I hope to fill you in on the rigors and choices of training I have put in the past months.   But I am keeping in stealth.  Surprising to me, I found very little time to be on the track when I was on the track coaching and training the High School kids this past season. I think I jumped over a bar…once…and ran down a long jump run way…once or twice.  But I have been using the time to layer…layer strength that disappears when stuffed behind a business desk ,or on the road, or setting up events at 3am in the mornings.  I had been putting in 70 hour work weeks for years.  I am hoping to attend the World Masters Track & Field Championships in October as a test of how well this year ‘layered’ me.  I attended the USA track & Field Coaches Level 11 academy to further my professional love and link to track and the sports psychology, kinesiology, and biomechanics is invaluable to this sport.  Race on!

But that said I am enjoying that a new wave of us are enjoying CROSSFIT.  Only a few short years ago I remember three firefighters tumbling out of an industrial unit gasping for air.  I thought it was a chemical leak and came on the run to help them.  A marine  fit man came out after them and told them to swing their kettle bells, luff a tire down the alley, and jump up and down on this wood box.  Taken was I by the movement style gym.  Chad and his gal, Bianca have flourished that one unit gym  to the most stylist, coordinated 8 warehouse unit gym I have ever since.  I love them.  The gym.  And thank them for letting me do drop ins when in California.IMAG1162 IMAG1163 IMAG1167 IMAG0002 IMAG1138 IMAG1139 IMAG1142 IMAG1145

August 6, 2013


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IMG_2574 IMG_2575 IMG_2576 IMG_2577 IMG_2580 IMG_2581 IMG_2584 IMG_2587 IMG_2591 IMG_2592 IMG_2596 IMG_2597Phil and Jeff own an operate Skinny Skis in Jackson, Wyoming.  They gave me the fall opportunity to work in their store that sells outdoor clothing, shoes, and equipment and specializes in Nordic skiing in the winter.  For me, it professionalized my introduction to cold clothing wear and got me prepped for the Antarctica venture and marathon.  Thanks, guys for both the exposure to the key companies that produce key outdoor wear. I spent more money varying sets of skis and clothes than I could ever make working simple behind the counter retail! Phil and Jeff are great men that have been in Jackson a long time. They are involved men with their families and community causes. This sponsored run was a a great opportunity  for me to to help  back by making things run smoothly in providing a timing unit. by the way,  Bib number 82 is 82yrs old!

The Horse Whisperer

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 6:34 pm

IMG_2840 IMG_2843 IMG_2846 IMG_2849 IMG_2850 IMG_2852There is a huge Red Barn in the valley near Moran, Wyoming.  The grass is tall.  The horses are stout.  The Tetons loom, loom, loom as the backdrop. I keep using that word LOOM to describe this mountain range, but there is no where on earth like it. Nowhere where the mountains jet straight out of the valley into jagged and character peaks.  There are no foothills obscuring the direct view and, they, therefore, look like a fake and picture perfect movie back drop.

This part of Wyoming is where ‘real’ cowboys cowboy.  It is where men rely on good, sturdy horseback.  It is where Spielberg discovered the real horse whisperer.  I took the privilege to go watch this soft-spoken man, grey and weathered with experience.  He was to tame a wild horse.  He had only spent the day prior patiently letting this young, jittering, 1,300 pound , scared animal …smell him.  He had quietly, softly let the animal open up to the touch of his fingers and hands. And he had played with its mane, haunches, back, neck, and belly to touch away the animals captured fears and allowed the horse to trust him.  In one day’s time, he had that horse following him around the coral with just the faintest cluck of his mouth.  When I joined to watch, they had taped a mike to the light voice that came from the ranch hand.   He rarely looked us in the eye, but he talked us through what he had learned of the horse and how it behaved, reacted, and how best to calm its fears.  He said that he had learned that shackling them and breaking a bronco was hard and painful work.  Getting to know the horse and letting it be respectful and obedient  was a much better approach.  In just a handful of hours, this ranch hand had a blanket, bridle, bit, and saddle on this horse and was riding it around the coral.  The horse had been brought in, never broken to ride by a random owner.  We all watched in awe…in awe at a simple, hard working guy who had simply  respect and love for the horse and a soundness  that made that horse love, trust, and respect him.  He rattled off life revealing poems, cowboy poetry, as he went about his work of touching, calming, and teaching the horse.  And we were filled with his humility and life lessons.  More than training a horse whispered through to us.

I was bouncing out the gravel driveway, the red barn in my rearview mirror, with a peaceful warmth in having driven all the way out here…to witness a man they all called “the horse whisperer”.  I heartly admitted, this is much the way a man who touches softly, patiently, and well… will captivate and win the heart of a woman…a free flowing, wild woman; full of fears, energy, and jumpiness…one that very much describes me.  Yes, we can be calmed over and tamed with the finesse of a horse whisperer!  And its beautiful.

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