Where’s the peanut butter?!

So I’m moving my webhost and this will be my last post on my old blog. Depending on how you read my blog, you might want to do something differently…

• If you read this by going to http://www.psoul.com then you can either start going to masivp.com/wordpress or in a couple days you’ll just start seeing the new blog
• If you read this with the RSS feed, then that, too, will be updated pretty soon so that the same link works, but if you want to get on the bleeding edge, the new address is here.

I’m working on migrating all my old blog posts to the new server (which is why, when you go to psoul.com it takes even longer to load and shows hundreds of posts instead of just the ten most recent).

This isn’t likely to be that exciting to many people (except maybe Nick who recently switched to godaddy instead of bluehost or Adam who also recently went to bluehost), but I’m moving webhosts. This is way, way overdue, but creates a ton of busywork for me that I’ve been trying to avoid. Here’s some of the exciting stuff involved:

• Learn Wordpress for blogging, try to migrate my existing blosxom based blog over to it
• Migrate my mailman lists over (but now I can have more than two - yay!)
• Get all my email migrated out of the old site, eventually switch to Google Apps for domains

I’m going to try to get one of my other domains rolling first and will eventually move psoul over.

UPDATE 2007.08.15 No bluehost
Bluehost have an annoying policy of requiring you send a photocopy of
your driver’s license or passport to allow you to shell in to your
hosting account. This cat ain’t having that, so I called them, tried
to get them to make an exception to the nosy policy which they
refused, and told them to close my account, refund my signup fee, and
asked that they make a policy like that clear rather than advertising
shell access as a feature when there is (what at least some people
might consider) such a significant catch tied to the option.

I’m now migrating to
href=”http://www.dreamhost.com”>Dreamhost, who seem like
href=”http://blog.dreamhost.com/”>good people and who have a
separate site listing known
system issues, which is *awesome*! The whole reason I’m leaving
Dominet is repeated weekends
with outages where I have no idea why things aren’t working - I only
know my site’s down.

So last Saturday was the 13 mile Cougar Mountain Trail run. Holy shit it was hard. Most of the run itself was super, super fun but the course was very hard. This was the second time I’ve done a race on a trail. The first was three weeks earlier in Fairbanks, but that course didn’t prepare me at all for this trail run. There was another 1000′ of elevation gain at Cougar Mountain and 2500′ more of net elevation gain (the Fairbanks run started in the mountains and lost 3000′). Also, the Fairbanks run was on a large, wide ridge road with beautiful views of the Alaskan mountain ranges, whereas Cougar Mountain was a single-file trail weaving through a canopy of trees and constantly going up and down switchbacks. Speaking of the switchbacks - they are *hard* to run up. Early in the race I though I’d run the entire thing, but I got to sections where basically everyone was walking and I realized that by trying to run I was just expending energy raising my body into the next step but not actually moving any faster than the people doing a quick hike up those inclines. So if I saw people walking, I walked, too.

My time (2:17:00, 41st out of the 204 people who ran it) feels a little disappointing. I originally thought “I’ll crack 2 hours.” Hah! That would have put me in 8th place and was way unrealistic for me for this course. So as I was getting into the run and sizing up the terrain I thought “OK, if I aim for 2:10:00, that gets me just under 10 minute miles.” This was the goal I really wanted to hit, then, and the fact that I didn’t is why I’m a little disappointed. But when I’m out pushing myself up an incline now and I start feeling a little lightheaded, I don’t take any chances so there were times close to the end where I just had to decide to not take a chance with my health and let the time go. Not that I needed much convincing because I was definitely working hard and there’s nothing like a run like this to get your head to feel like it’s going to explode from the pressure, anyway. At the end of the race I met a fellow ChuckIt member who I was under 2 minutes behind and he has qualified for Boston so that was encouraging after feeling like I’d backpedaled on some (really unrealistic) goals.

So overall it was a great experience and I’d love to do it again. One other observation about the race: the entry swag they offered was a pair of running socks with the race series knit around the ankle. They’re really cool! After getting a nice UPF 40 hat from the run in Fairbanks I’ve realized a couple things about longer runs - all of which I really like:

• You get way better free stuff from longer runs! If I never get another cotton t-shirt, that’d be fine by me.
• The field for longer races is incredibly different from who typically comes out for a 5K (however there are certain 5K’s which still attract a unique crowd…).
• Way fewer people enter for longer races

Following up on my earlier frustrations with IPTC handling, I’ve found that the free Windows application iTag does basically everything I want with getting IPTC fields set appropriately. You basically…

1. Load a bunch of pictures you want to set tags on
2. Start setting properties - you can select a single picture or a group of pictures
   • iTag’s Title is what irfanview calls the IPTC Headline and this is Flickr’s Title (if there is no IPTC tag value, flickr uses the filename as the title)
   • iTag’s Description is what irfanview calls the IPTC Caption and this is Flickr’s description
   • iTag’s Tags are what irfanview calls the IPTC Keywords and these are also Flickr’s tags
3. Once you’ve started assigning any tags to any individual or group of pictures in the set, they are visible in a pane of available tags for the set so you can more easily assign the same tags to other pictures in the set (avoiding typos or things like creating separate tags for “bear” and “grizzly” if you want them all to be “grizzly bear”)

Once all the tags are set on your pictures locally, you can upload to flickr and it will honor whatever you’d set. The downside (as far as I can tell) is that Windows (XP, at least) doesn’t seem to do IPTC indexing. So now I’ve got hundreds of pictures which I’ve started to catalog using this nice rich format, but I can’t effectively search through the pictures on my computer to find that one with the heart rock. But it’s way better than trying to do this in irfanview or with flickr.

If someone had told me three months ago that I would ever be thinking “Ooh - a half marathon with (allegedly) 2700′ of elevation gain? Great! I could use a break!” I’d have called you crazy, but here I am. I just signed up for the last in the Cougar Mountain Trail Running Series from Seattle Running Company. I’m really looking forward to it. And all I need to do is come close to my pace for the trail run I did in Fairbanks and I’d be setting a new course record for the 13 miler! Which makes me think this is going to be a tough, tough race. But still - I did 19.5 last weekend and haven’t run under 14 on a weekend in over a month so at least right now, I really am looking forward to it.

Note to self…when tagging pictures with IrfanView’s IPTC editor, putting values into the IPTC keyword field, one per line, creates tags that flickr honors. The tags needn’t be comma separated and tags with spaces don’t need to be quoted. This feels like it should be more transparent but it’s not. It also feels like it should be easier - any tips for a better IPTC editor than copying and pasting in IrfanView?

Pilot, hunter, fisher, Ray,
originally uploaded by Peru Tha Damaja.

I took a train yesterday to Denali and got to the hostel by early evening. I slept like a rock in one of their tents and this morning rolled out of bed and out for breakfast when Leslie, a fellow hosteler, said “we’re going on a flightseeing tour of Denali - would you like to come?” I thought about it for a second and realized the cost was being split three ways and said “Sure!” “Great - the driver will be here in 20 minutes.” I scrambled to get my wits and get what I’d need ready and we hit the road. We had an incredibly lucky day of visibility. The summit of Denali, also called Mount McKinley, is obscured by clouds for 80% of summer - today we could clearly see it from the road on the way to the airplane. We flew in a tiny Cessna with Ray Atkins for a little over an hour before coming back. I’ve finally got a few pictures of the trip up and will be putting them in my Flickr Alaska collection.

I just got back from the Gold Discovery Run our near Fox in Fairbanks. It was awesome and the whole run has been a totally great experience. I got my coach’s approval to do the 16.5 mile run, even though the long run planned for this weekend should have dropped me back to 13. But Fairbanks is an incredibly sprawling town and I don’t have a car so I wasn’t sure how it would all work out but everything is just clicking.

First, I’m staying at Billie’s Backpackers hostel (which I recommend) which is pretty close to the University of Alaska - Fairbanks but not near downtown and feels (to this city boy) like it’s in the boonies a bit. I’d seen the registration for the race is at a place called “Toy Quest” and, amazingly, that’s probably the closest business to my hostel! Yay! So (and I blogged about this earlier - sorry for the old news), Friday I went over to register for the race. I met a nice guy named Bob who is part of Running Club North, the local club who organize the run and was managing registration. He very nicely put in a call to Steve, who I gather had been president of the club for years, and who was super helpful and willing to take me to the run on Sunday if I could go to the site Saturday for a bit and help set up. Perfect! And even more good news - unlike every other race I’ve run in where you get a cotton T-shirt for registration (well, there was one race where we got tank tops), they had nice SPF 45 running hats! This is terrific since I’d forgotten to pack a hat on the trip and think one of these would be handy sometimes. These hats alone probably cost close to the $25 race registration fee.

So Saturday morning I was planning on heading downtown to catch the parade and some other events that are part of Golden Days and gave Steve a call. It turned out they were putting on a run that morning - the Golden Mile - and I could meet him or some other club members and get everything set up for me getting to the race Sunday. While I was there I met a nice woman doing the Golden Mile named Lena who said if I was in a pinch she could probably get me to the race. This would later turn out to be great because Steve would need to get to the race early Sunday morning for setup and other things. So I had a pretty good looking plan B lined up that was becoming my plan A.

At the race, I met Keith, who (I gather) is the current Running Club North president. Keith was super nice and we drove in his pickup past the Alaska pipeline and out to Silver Gulch Brewery, where the race would finish, and started moving some things around to get ready for the post race BBQ. Steve showed up at Silver Gulch, too, and we lugged around some tables and “candlesticks” (the traffic sticks used to direct cars or channel runners), then he took me back downtown where I bummed around a little trying to figure out subsequent travel plans and booking.

So that night I got back in touch with Lena about a ride. She and Mike would be able to come pick me up in the morning at 7:30 - which would be *way* better than the option I was looking at of getting out there with Steve at or by 6, so that was perfect. They don’t live too far from my hostel and Lena said when she originally came to Alaska 5 years ago or so she’d stayed here, too.

OK, so on to the race. Today we got to Silver Gulch and boarded a bus at about 8:15 to get to the starting line. The race started at 9 and was really amazing. I have to say this again. It was amazing. I’ve never done trail running before (at all - so why not start with a run that matches the longest run of my life?) and though it doesn’t look exactly like it from the profile, the course itself was fairly hilly. But what the profile and course map don’t show is the incredible scenery on a clear day of the surrounding Alaskan mountain ranges. It’s just breathtaking. It would have been even moreso if I hadn’t been incredibly paranoid about getting stuck in the middle of a rural mountain trail with a sprained ankle and unable to continue my training, unable to run in Alaska, and possibly missing my marathon. But I caught enough peeks of the environment to say that the beauty is just staggering and it almost makes me understand how people suffer the long, frigid, dark winter months to live in a place like this.

I didn’t know exactly how hard to take it and didn’t want to injure myself and so on, so I ran a somewhat moderate pace I finished at a time with almost exactly 8 minute miles and walked through most of the drink stations. But here’s where the story gets - um - interesting…

If you have especially delicate sensibilities, you might want to skip past this…

I’m really still figuring out the whole race nutrition and eating thing. One new thing I did on this race was eat a goo (some mango flavored Clif brand). It seemed OK and probably helped me. But about 11 miles in I really needed to pee. I hate having to do this in the middle of a run because it’s uncomfortable, feels like it screws up your pacing and so forth. So, having to go to the bathroom on the run is probably an encouraging sign for your level of hydration (which is something I’m keenly aware of, having almost died 6 weeks ago probably due in part to poor nutrition) but it still sucks on the run.

But that’s not the worst part. Somewhere after 15 miles - less than 1.5 miles from the finish - something I’d been struggling with ever since the last hydration station at mile 14 became unavoidable. Borat might say “it was time make shit.” And there was nothing I could do to stop it. I ran off the road, trying to get to the bushes in time to take care of what needed to be done. I mostly made it. I really won’t go into too many details, but I was very happy to finish the race - VERY happy this happened at the end, and I spent a while trying to clean up in the toilets at the brewery and wound up borrowing their mop to clean up the bathroom. So…I really need to figure out more about what I should eat before a race. Today I had a banana, cup of OJ, and a little coffee. I think I should probably avoid the coffee (since I identify with Dr. Dorian wisdom about the physiological response it triggers). Lena and Mike suggested that they eat a bagel with natural peanut butter and it’s always been a good combination - which certainly sounds worth a try.

At the end, they hosted a very nice cookout in the parking lot of the Silver Gulch Brewery and the brewery donated a bunch of beer. I tried both beers they’d donated - one was “Vienna” something and I can’t remember what the other was. Both were very good, but one was more IPA/hoppier than I usually like, but it was definitely good for the beer it was. At the awards Steve very nicely called out people who were doing the run from out of state. He asked me “how it went” and I was a little troubled figuring out what to say about “The Events Described Above In The Questionable Part” but said I had a good time, which was certainly true.

All in all - a great, incredibly memorable, and educational race. And I should mention that all of the guys I met from Running Club North - Bob, Steve, and definitely Keith, are all awesome people and I would definitely encourage anyone visiting Fairbanks and who has even a casual interest in running to see what the club has to offer, or to just come out to one of their events and say “hello” and maybe “can I do some heavy lifting for you?” You’ll be glad you did.

Lots of good events in Alaska the past day or two.

Yesterday I went for a short run in the morning around the University of Alaska Fairbanks campus. The campus is on a small hill not far from the hostel where I’m staying and has a very nice outdoor Shakespeare theater that reminds me of the space in Regent’s Park, London where Tanya and I saw the Merchant of Venice a few years ago. Otherwise the campus seems pretty unremarkable. On the way back, I had the awesome realization that the shop where the race registration for the run I wanted to do tomorrow is probably the closest business to my hostel. Yay! I went back when the store opened and met Bob from Running Club North who was very helpful and assured me they could get me to the race as he handed me bib #83. Then he put me in touch with Steve, who had been the club president for a couple years and we negotiated a “you scratch my back…” (I come carry around some tables the day before the race) “…and I’ll scratch yours” (he’ll drive me to the race). Otherwise yesterday there was a cookout at the hostel and it was release day for the final Harry Potter book and the small independent book shop up the street - Gulliver’s Books - was holding a midnight sale and huge outdoor party for it. I couldn’t really resist the will of the people so I hopped on the bandwagon at 6:00 and got spot in line #125. I wandered around for more of the afternoon and evening before coming back to a very nice cookout at the hostel and eventually going out that night to get the book. This is one of my favorite conversations I had this day:

• Me (to two kids in line for Harry Potter who were obviously dressed like Harry Potter and Ginny, affecting my best fake-interested-Trick-or-Treater-parent voice): Now, who are you two supposed to be??
• Them: (silence)
• Me: Hey - could I get your picture? Are you two together?
• Them (after looking at each other awkwardly and answering the second question: No, we don’t know each other
• Me: Oh, well could I get your pictures anyway??
• And then they let me. It’ll be in flickr when I get another internet connection, but it was great.

Trivia: according to someone else in line - the kids at the front of the line at that shop who had been in line for 11 days held the longest vigil in the world for the book’s release. I had to think “don’t you want to do something else with your summer in Fairbanks???”

This morning I lined up for a bus into town so I could get to the travel center and start thinking about my next destination (something I didn’t wind up accomplishing) and also to see the Golden Days parade. Everything is going back to running for me right now and this did, too. It turned out there was a 1 mile race for Golden Days and I met a woman who was running that and is running the race tomorrow and agreed she would drive me to the run tomorrow (this is preferable since if I go with the club president, he needs to get there at 6AM). So hooray! After the parade I met Keith, who is the current Running Club North president who drove me to the Silver Gulch Brewery where the finish/bbq/beer sampling will be after the race.

Trivia: Silver Gulch microbrew is one of the furthest north breweries in the US (I have a hard time believing there are no microbrews in the arctic circle to give it top honors, but that’s what I read). Then I went back to town, had lunch at a diner where I expected Schneider and the rest of the cast of One Day at a Time to saddle up next to me. I took the waitress’s question “did I tell you it was my 21st birthday last night?” to be my cue to get the check and head back to the hostel.

It was 93 degrees today according to the thermometer on the Key Bank downtown. I feel exhausted from the sun and just want to rest now.

Tonight I’m in Fairbanks staying at a local hostel. So far everything is great. It turns out the buses don’t run after 6 or so (duh - what did I expect from a town of 30,000?) so I caught a taxi to the hostel. Once I arrived I met a nice traveller named Jenny who immediately loaned me her bike to get some groceries from the store! That’s terrific trust. Dinner from Taco Bell (desperate times call for desperate measures) and then later a few of us went out looking for beers. We found a small liquor store owned by Safeway that sells some of the local Alaska beer, took them back to a church lot and drank them under the midnight sun. It’s really disorienting.

On the walk back to the hostel we saw a car strangely screech to a stop in the road ahead, get out, and then tear off down the road past us. Upon further inspection it looked like they probably hit an animal, threw it in the bed of their pickup and took off. A meal? Something to stuff and mount? Who knows. While we were investigating, a second car came by and threw a pack of firecrackers at us. Nice. Then a *third* car came by and a bunch of probably drunken nuts leaned out the window yelling at us for no reason. I think the sun makes Alaskans a little loopy.

Tomorrow I’m going to try to figure out how to register for this 16 mile run on Sunday I learned about and got my coach’s approval to do - I’m super excited!