To Boston!

Still a Draft!

Wednesday Kira and I arrived into Boston’s Logan Airport and viola! the sun comes out.

Thursday we set out on our walking tour of the city.  Around the Cambridge/Harvard area, down through MIT, past Washington Park, and across the bridge into the Back Bay.  We walked past Boston University and then down to Berklee School of Music.  Here is where I’d perviously found my ukulele.

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Alas, times change, and the Boston music store where Dan and I had previously found our $40 uke’s no longer carried them.  Instead we found a Horner brand that was a bit more dough and I opted out.  Sadly, we walked out of the store with no ukulele.  Purposeless, we wandered down to the Prudential building and sat to watch folks walk by.  The sun set and the wind picked up and the concrete beneath our seats became a block of ice.  We bought some chocolate covered almonds and then hurried home with sore feet.

Friday the sky was a bit grey and the sun tried, to no avail to peek through.  We woke up and scurried downtown to meet Stephanie.  Finding her among a crowd of Harvard band members striking up a tune, we walked to Boston Commons, enjoyed a short history from our friendly tour guide, popped into the Boston Library, and finally sought out and found the famous Freedom Trail.  A red line that courses through the streets of Boston and leads to a slew of remarkably historical places.

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Friday night we came home a bit loosened by some collection of Bostonian elixars and via video chat demand Jon Clark to get on a plane the following morning and fly out here for the weekend.  He complies.  Saturday, a bit taxed by our engagements the previous night, we accomplished a little more than a brief tour of the Taza chocolate factory.  It was unique and delicious chocolate and we picked up a couple of bars, so perhaps if you’re nice we’ll share.

Saturday night we enjoyed the first snow of the winter here.  So, naturally, we woke up Sunday morning to run a 10 mi. qualifier for joining the Tufts Team for the Boston Marathon through the fresh wet snow and bitter morning frost.  Of ~250 I was able to run with a group that finished ~ top 20.  Not bad.  Sun is out now and its time for a nice post-snow walk to the bay.  Hoorah.

Then what happened….??…

Monday Jon, Kira, and I ventured out on the Orange Line and found the Saumel Adams Brewery.  It was informational, but they only served 3 tastes.  Boo.  From there Jon left for Kansas City and we two remaining returned to the apartment where we waited for Andrew’s plane to arrive.

Tuesday Andrew, Kira, and I ventured out south east to the Harpoon Brewery.  It was not very informational, but they had a full hour tasting session that included as many drinks as you could put down, within reason.

Then….?

Wednesday through Friday we were in Philly!
300 miles of driving straight through NYC. I think I’d like to never make that drive again unless we spent some time enjoying the bright new-spring days that we were driving through. As it was a timed drive and in the beginning of the New England winter, it was just a chore. However, we arrived comfortably and were warmly greeted by Christopher.

The following day we woke up to start our one day tour of the city. Starting with a visit to our favorite chocolate factory, John&Kira’s.  However good their chocolate it, it’s very good, their factory was reminiscent of our visit to Dogoba in southern Oregon several years ago, except this time it excluded the illegal invitation in to see the working machines and chocolate lined up.  Instead it was an awkward phone call wich led to a representative meeting us outside to hand us a catalogue and illicit an order (at a discounted price).  So we took our photo, bought some chocolates, and laughed as we drove away from their brown door in the frigid Philly air.

Then we ventured to the grandiose Philadelphia Art Museum and took refuge for many hours, gawking at the magnificence of the displays.  It was fantastic.

Cheese-steak, Home Made Dinner, Sleep, – School, Independence Hall, Drive East.

Saturday put’s us back in Boston again…and it’s really frigid… and thus Sunday is colder and comes with rain.

Halloween

Halloween weekend proves successful as a two drink holiday.

This weekend was my second to last obligatory mountain drive and chalked it’s self up to be one more enjoyable Colorado adventure.

Friday morning I packed my things and set out to shop for some Halloween basics, run some errands, and then arrive at Kira’s just in time to see her walk through the door, likely ready for a nap after her high-speed week with elementary school kids. After $40 of fabric and two buttons I felt like we’d be fully cloaked for the party. Then I stopped into Walmart to pick up other inconsequential affects. The parking lot was full of snowy slush and the car had been irritated with some low coolant. Before diving away I popped the hood and checked my levels, moved some ice off the windscreen and generally evaluated the winter conditions of my car. All seemed to be in order so I shut the hood and met a young woman who asked the puzzling question, “Did you just come out of the store?” I answered yes and then waited for the pitch. She didn’t look like she needed money, or had anything in her hands to sell. I was quite confused. She then asked, “Did you drop anything?” I checked my wallet, looked into the back at the goods I’d just purchased, and finding everything in order replied, “Nope.” She smiled, said “Okay,” and started down the parking lot back toward the store. I pulled my keys out of my pocket and then stopped in my tracks. “I pulled my keys out,” I said to myself and while cursing to myself recalled the very first stop I’d made that morning at the jewlers picking up Kira’s newly cleaned and sized ring. In a small plastic bag, wrapped handsomely in tissue, I had carefully put that ring into my right pocket where it was safe from any harm. It wasn’t there. I frantically yelled a “YES!” and then embarrassedly quieted myself and smiled at the woman who turned around and walked back over to me where she asked, “Well, what did you loose?” Wincing I said, “a ring.” She smiled and pulled that little bag out of her pocket and said, “Here you go!” I couldn’t catch my breath yet and kind of cracked through a dozen versions of thank you, I probably even said it in some form of Chinese, though I can’t remember how to say it now. She then turned around and walked back toward the store as I fumbled with my hands, put the ring back deep into my pocket and almost cried.

Up at Kira’s I made sure to tell her the story and give her the ring right away. I couldn’t handle the responsibility anymore. Then I busied myself with a bit of sewing and we were set for our costume engagement. Housed in an old research facility at the camp, there were odds and ends and lots of empty dark rooms without electricity or plumbing in the bathrooms, there were file cabinets full of specimens in chemicals and a piece of plywood across two saw horses. After some quick arrivals and cheers for every costume that showed, the party digressed into a beer pong fest and Kira and I found a connect four set to entertain ourselves, but a long week, an early wakeup, and general party rough-housing ended our night early.

The sun blasted through Kira’s window and we pulled ourselves out of bed and into the car following a couple of friends south, down to ‘Shelf Road’ to where the cliffs sprang out of the plains and we’d dawn our safety gear to scramble up and swing down. The last time I’d driven through this place, it was cold, wet, and the clouds sang deep into the canyon we drove through, giving a visibility of about twenty-five feet…. plus I was sitting in the back of a Ford Expedition, looking out a port hole of a window. So this really was ‘New!’

The shelf was covered, like ants, with little climbers, young kids, old men, cadets getting yelled at, and even a couple of regular people where there. But once we walked past them all, remarkably, we didn’t see them any more and we felt alone. The sky was a beautiful deep blue and the trees were bright green and pasted on the beautiful white crisp cliffs. It was gorgeous. Our pals climbed and set up the routes and we went to town, up and down, we became ants too. It wasn’t so bad. When 4:30 ran around we cut loose and left the guys with the clean-up and drove to The Springs where after posing like two trick-or-treaters were were welcomed warmly home and promptly fell asleep, early again.

Sunday I dawned my jersey for yet another Colorado trail race with Christopher, Bernie, and the Pikes Peak Road Runners. This time we ran through 6.__ miles of the Springs Ute Valley Park. Somewhat mentally drained, I stood in line for a restroom as the race clock read -1:00. Then it said -0:30. Then it went to 0:00. Someone said, they don’t start until the line is empty so I kept standing. I then jogged up the hill, found Christopher (my running white rabbit), and got in line. The sounded the horn and I set my sights on Christopher’s heels and shut down my brain. After 53 minutes of up and down rocks and across creeks and over three hay bails I gave a couple of “push! push! push!” yells and slid into the finish que right behind my mark.

Arriving back home I saw the Broncos take a 23 point loss and then my body shut down and I ate a salad and went to sleep for 14 hours. My body was wrecked and displeased with some set of events that had occurred, but who knows, maybe it was weather.

Colorado Racing

The Pikes Peak Road Runner’s Fall Series.

Race 1 was an introductory race to get acclimatized to the oxygen levels and the temperature of the fall in Colorado for me.  The race was 3.2-3.5 miles and the second third of the race involved running up Monument Creek, a shallow waterway filled with sand, rocks, and Iron and Copper from local and upriver mining operations.  It was quite invigorating and the temperature made the water effect pleasant.  All sorts of folks participated including Mom!  All went well, however, the next race should be substantially more competitive for me.  Looking to cut my time in HALF!

Future Races are every other Sunday on 10/18/09 (Race 2), 11/1/09 (Race 3), & 11/15/09 (Race 4).

Race 1 Results

Orange County Triathlon 2009


This weekend, Mizell Racing entered 7 members into the Orange County Triathlon and everyone completed it!

More Pictures on Tripp’s Page

Official Results (< link)

Tripp Mizell 2:46:54

Grant Mizell 2:59:37

John Mizell 2:43:07

Dan Tuttle 3:02:34

(Mom-Swim, Karen-Bike, Evelyn-Run) Relay Team 3:12:34

My Splits

Place: 25
Over All Place: 300
Bib#: 487
Name: John
Wave: 5
Swim Rank: 257
Swim Time: 0:27:07
T1 Time: 0:03:29
Bike Rank: 424
Bike Time: 1:20:03
T2 Time: 0:02:12
Run Rank: 228
Run: 0:50:16
Finish Time: 2:43:07
Photos to come! –