Parry Sound vacation – week 2 (part 1)

Aug6

Sun – day 8. Randy and Jeff arrived yesterday- Daddy Day! After several combined weeks of solo mom-ing, Allie and I deemed that today would be the ‘Mommy Day’: the day moms get to go relax and enjoy- sans kids. This is the day we’ve been looking forward to while temporarily single parenting, the metaphorical pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. (Not that solo parenting is bad. It’s actually kind of fun… until that brief moment when it’s not.) Anyway, that’s not exactly as our day played out. The first task of the morning was to pitch our circus tent for Ethan and Jen’s arrival. (Some families joke that they could put a tent around their loved ones and call it a circus… we actually have the big canvas tent.) Our tent provides sleeping quarters when we’re all in Parry Sound together. The Boat House has several beds, the Little Cabin has a full size bed with a screened-?in porch, and the Bunkie has two twin beds. The tent is actually quite a nice option for a couple; it’s furnished with a big blow up mattress, bureaus, and chairs. There’s electricity and a ceiling that’s at least 8 feet tall in the center. Jen and Ethan gracefully volunteered to stay there this trip. Thanks Aunty Jen & Ethan! (Or ‘Nethan’, as Wylder calls him.)

The rest of the day included time with Dada. Graham played at the beach with us, he napped in the cabin and in the hammock with his dad. (During this time I got to take a nice Sauna with Aunty Allie and jump in the lake while it lightly rained down on us.) We all had dinner together (the men had fired up a steak on the open fire pit at the top of the hill), then Jeff and I took the boat up the bay so ‘dads’ could have ice cream; one to go as a special delivery for Randy and one that was eaten in route back to the cottage, by Jeff.) We finished the evening with a game of ‘spider’ (place the spider on Uncle Jeff’s leg and watch him act surprised as he tosses it into air). For the smaller family members, this game doesn’t get old and could go on for hours. It’s an entertaining game that provides non stop kid laughter. Thanks Uncle Jeff. Until tomorrow…

Quality time with Dada.

Cooking steak over the open flame. Ryder keeps a close eye on things.

Trying to eat rocks when Mama isn’t looking.

Sleeping with my Dada in the hammock.

Mon- day 9. Today is the day that Aunty Jen and Ethan arrive! Yeay! Randy, Jeff, Graham, and I made a quick trip into town for groceries, Internet, and a book at Barely Used Books. Graham went fishing again with Granpa and cousins. He spent time in the hammock with Dada and Mama, he played in the sand at the beach, and he’s definitely getting the hang of this Parry Sound thing. Jen and Ethan arrived in time for dinner. Some people took saunas, swam, drank cocktails, and enjoyed music. The most requested song of the summer thus far, has been one about 10,000 lobsters escaping on highway 93. WYLDER loves this one and, of course, so does his cousin and his sister.

The Big Cabin: for eating, playing games, cooking, listening to music, and talking.

Our view up the bay on a dark afternoon.

Tues – day 10. We woke to a beautiful morning. First priority, now that everyone is here, is to go to an island! We decided to head towards Palmaroy. Graham took his first swim with the life jacket on the backside of the island! The front is very sheltered; we anchor the boats here, lay out beach towels on the rock, and eat lunch. Then we walk to the more exposed back side. Grammy said that there was great blueberry picking on the walk across the island a few weeks ago, but we didn’t see any today. The water was perfectly refreshing. There was a little “ohhhhh-ing” and “ahhhh- ing” with the first slide down into the water along the smooth slimy rocks, but after the initial shock it felt like cool bath water. We played with a giant frisbee- throwing it back and forth from the water to the shoreline. Graham splashed around at the water’s edge with Mama, then he went right in with Dada wearing Mabel’s pfd.

We headed back to the cottage in the boat- 6 adults and 3 kids. (Plus two people on the Sea Doo.) I drove the boat out to the island, Grampa drove it home…most of the way. Graham also had a turn driving the boat. He LOVES the steering wheel.

Once back, almost everyone suffered an attack of Parry Sound Syndrome – that lazy lake time feeling that sets in once true relaxation has started. We had people napping in the tent, in the Bunkie, in pack & plays, and in the hammock.

We also had a breakthrough in Graham’s waking! Aunty Allie and Grampa found a Fisher Price walker at the town dump when they were there the other day. Early this morning Aunty Allie cleaned it up with bleach for us. Graham immediately took a liking to it. Before walking around, he flipped it over and inspected the wheels and figured out how it worked. Our very own little Curious George. Then he set out walking back & forth in the cottage. He loves it! (And he’s so proud of himself.) We don’t get all our toys from the town dump but when we do, they’re good ones! It’s hard to believe that before long, our little baby will be walking like his cousins.

We had another great dinner. The men cooked bbq ribs up on the open fire with chicken, rice, peas, sweet potato, yellow beans, and cabbage slaw. Then we roasted marshmallows over the fire and went to bed listening to loons and Barred owls calling from across the lake… and the sound of the refrigerator humming away as it begins its final night in the Big Cabin. Tomorrow we get a new fridge!

Parry Sound – road trip!

Aug1

Sun- day 1. Arrived in Party Sound around 11:30am. Waited for Aunty Allie, Grammie, & cousins to retrieve us after their trip to Walmart in downtown Parry Sound. (Unfortunately, this is one of the only consistent places in town to pick up necessities like diapers and baby wipes.) We made good time from our overnight stop in Mendon, NY. Graham slept all but about an hour in the car. He’s such a good little passenger! This was the second day of our long drive and it took us about 5 hours to reach Parry Sound (after logging 8 hours the day before). We drove through the boarder crossing at Niagra Falls in the early morning hours, then continued onward along the 407 toll road. Once at the cottage, we unpacked our stuff and ended the night with a paddle in Grampa’s new Weenona canoe. Grampa, Aunty Allie, cousins, and Graham & I paddled up to see Aunty Marion & Uncle Don. It was a great day! We settled into the Little Cabin, where we’ll be staying for the next two weeks, and fell fast asleep cuddled together in bed.

Mon- day 2. I have no cell service for some reason and spent almost an hour with US Cellular trying to fix the problem so we can keep in touch with ‘Dad’/ Jeff. It’s hard not to have a cell phone, but we’re not too sad about it. The screen-free time is nice, and almost unheard of when we’re home in real-time, normal life. Instead of texting and Facebook we look out the window at glissinging waters and green trees across the bay. We listen for loons and distant boats, or the echos of neighbors who are also enjoying their lake time.

After the fog lifted, Grammie & Aunty Allie left to take cousins, Wylder & Mabel, to the Toronto zoo. It’s WAY too soon for us to get back in the car. We’ll wait to hear about the fun they have… and maybe one day Graham will go to the zoo also. Instead, we took advantage of the quiet morning by taking a run with Grampa in town- up past Glen Burney Marina on Grampa’s new running route. Then Grampa took us fishing off the dock. Graham caught three sun fish and boy, did he love it! He held the pole, played with the reel, and splashed the water in the bucket where the fish were temporarily held hostage. After we were done, Grampa slowly tipped the bucket back into the lake and we watched our fish swim under the dock.

Tues- day 3. It was a relaxing lazy Party Sound day. The weather was perfect- sunny and warm. We took advantage by doing absolutely everything we wanted to do- nothing at all. We highlighted this with a midday nap in the hammock (Graham & I) and a little fun in the swing that Grampa has rigged up between two trees near the laundry building. That’s fun too! We swam with Grampa at the beach and Graham tried out one of the circular floaties. He was a little unsure about it at first (as were we) but he settled into the idea of ‘floating’ and played with toys on the mesh at the front, as his little legs dangled into the water below. Later in the day we went with Grampa to Glen Burney Marina to get Allie, Grammie & cousins after their trip to Toronto. Of course, we did another couple miles of running while we were there. (We can’t be totally lazy all day.) Graham snuggles down into his Ergo carrier while I (‘mom’) trot along with Grampa. We had a late dinner and time for beddies knowing that tomorrow brings lots of cousin fun.

Wed- day 4. Graham takes his first (SLOW and brief) Sea Doo ride with mom! We spent a long time at our beach with cousins. Graham is also getting very talkative! He’s responding to questions with long sentences of jibberish baby talk (but if you stretch your imagination, you can almost make out what he’s saying.) He’s the cutest.❤️

Thur- day 5. Graham spent some time with Grammie and cousins while I went into town with Grampa & Aunty Allie to run and get groceries. I was finally able to check email and get online to fix my phone. Cell service has mysteriously started working. Back at the cottage we went canoeing with Aunty Allie & cousins and spent some more time at the beach. Being at the beach and in the water is more & more enjoyable. Graham is getting more comfortable and gaining confidence. He loves to splash with both hands and climb the rocks. (Just as long as he’s not eating the rocks.)

Fri- day 6. Graham learned how to drink a smoothie from a real straw! (Thanks for the smoothie, Aunty Allie.) We took a boat trip to the dump with cousins, Aunty Allie, & Grampa. Graham played at the beach with everyone… climbed the rock, splashed, and played in the sandbox with Mabel.

Sat- day 7. Aunty Allie left to get dad and Uncle Jeff from the Toronto airport. Graham, Grampa, and I are responsible for the groceries and a quick run. We’re looking forward to what we’ve deemed, “Daddy Day”! Once back from our town trip we went next door to a dock party. All the neighbors were there. Graham got to meet a few other boys: Owen, Peter Fletcher’s grandson. Ryder (2) and Jackson (4) who are Sarah and Jay’s boys; (Sarah is Betty’s daughter.) Graham also got to meet the Reeds, Jim Brown, and Katie (Aunty Jen’s old Parry Sound friend) who hadn’t been to the cottage in almost 10 years. We did a bath in the kitchen sink (our second one since arriving).

Crawford Notch, AT Hiking: 32 weeks

Jul7

Sometimes a quick trip to the mountains is in order. Jeff and I set out this 4th of July holiday weekend, to do some hiking in Crawford Notch. The plan was simple- get outdoors, get some exercise, and eventually run into Scott Jurek as he passed by on his Appalachian Trail speed record. My idea, of course, but I’m SO glad Jeff agreed to join me. (I love our adventures together- especially now that we’re a growing family!)

For those of you who don’t know Scott Jurek, here’s an except from a reliable source: Wikipedia-

Kind of rugged.

“Scott Jurek (born October 26, 1973) is an American ultramarathoner, New York Times bestselling author of Eat & Run, and public speaker. Throughout Jurek’s career he has been one of the most dominant ultramarathon runners in the world, winning many of the sport’s most prestigious races multiple times, including the Hardrock Hundred (2007), the Badwater Ultramarathon (2005, 2006), the Spartathlon (2006, 2007, 2008), and the Western States 100 Mile Endurance Run (1999-2005). In 2010, at the 24-Hour World Championships in Brive-la-Gaillarde, France, Jurek won a silver medal behind Shingo Inoue and set a new US record for distance run in 24 hours with 165.7 miles (an average pace of 8 minutes and 42 seconds per mile). Jurek has been meat free since 1997 and vegan since 1999.”

In addition to this, Scott is now in the process of setting a new AT speed record. According to Runner’s World, he’s doing this as a last hoorah before retirement (and through the grapevine, perhaps because he’s ready to grow his own family); either way, it’s a BIG feat. How could anyone NOT be be impressed, he’s traveling almost 50 miles per day along rugged terrain. That’s pretty awesome! Currently, the record holder is a woman by the name of Jennifer Pharr Davis. She completed the trail in 46 days, 11 hours, and 20 minutes. (I’m a little bummed that Jennifer, a woman, may lose the title, but I’m also really psyched for Scott.) This journey will have taken him over 2,189 miles, through 14 states, and up/down 515,000 feet of elevation change. That’s really incredible!

He’s getting there!

Jeff and I hadn’t really followed Scott’s journey closely until it because apparent that he’d be in our backyard for the holiday weekend. What a fun thing to do- go cheer him on! We padded our day by hiking north of where he had stopped the previous night. We assumed that if we hiked north, he’d eventually catch us that day. (We were wrong.) After parking in Crawford Notch, we took off on the AT towards Mt. Webster. This, essentially, is where the AT opens up into the Presidential range. It was a beautiful day so, again, we figured that Scott would be hustling to get that portion of his journey over with. (Wrong again.)

We hiked about 7 miles total that day- up Mt. Webster and back down again. We met through hikers and talked with others who were hopeful to meet Scott along his path. It was fun! The first few goals we had set were accomplished almost immediately- it was a perfect day and we certainly got exercise.

View towards Crawford Notch

Looking further up Crawford Notch.

Mt Washington in the background.

Rather then hang out and wait for Scott, we opted to head back down to the car. Chances were good that he’d pass us by at some point before we reached the road. (I kept thinking we’d run into him at every turn in the trail.)

But, we made it the entire way back to the car- no Scott.

Rather then run into him, we met up with our friends Joanna and Gabe as they were preparing to hand out “trail magic” with their kids. (How cool are they?! They had baked chocolate chip cookies with their kiddos (to hand out as through-hikers passed by) and their youngest had opted to hand out marshmallows. So cute!)

No Scott.

With an update from Joanna and Gabe that Scott had taken an extended break south of where we had parked- BUT that he was in route and close by- we decided to hike south and see if we could spot him. It had clearly becoming a game of “where’s Waldo… aka: Scott Jurek”, and I was pretty set on seeing him. His support van was parked in the upper parking lot and as we approached, his food was being delivered. We knew the rumors were true- he had to be close. Jeff and I took off up the trail about another 1/2 mile and began waiting with some other people. Jeff was clearly impressed with the waiting…

Jeff loves waiting

I headed farther up the trail (since I’m not so good at waiting around either), but Scott was nowhere in sight.

We hiked back to the car- tails between our legs- and talked with Jenny, Scott’s wife for a little while.

After long enough, Jeff got changed and headed out on his road bike. The plan was that I’d wait a little longer and pick him up along the road on my way back home.

As I headed back the hill to where the support vehicle was parked, I could see that there was some commotion.

COULD IT BE?!

YES IT WAS!

Scott had just arrived as I was walking into the area. It was great to see him, although it had clearly been a rough day. He was surrounded by supporters that had joined his run that afternoon and a handful of people waiting his arrival. He was friendly and super humble. Jenny, his wife, was also sweet and very positive about the whole experience. It was such a pleasure to meet both of them and watch this awesome little piece of, what could be, history in the making.

Go Scott, GO!

It’ll be exciting to watch in the next few days as Scott approaches the end of his journey.

25 km, 26 Weeks- Pineland Farms

May27

What a difference two years makes! My first 50k was at Pindland in 2013. It was super wet, muddy, and a long day of running. I was ready; I laced up my sneakers and gave it what I had- it took me 4 Hours, 53 minutes to cross the finish line, but I was first in my age group and 24th overall with a 9:26/ mile pace. Not too shabby.

Ready for the 50k- 2013

Muddy Trails in 2013!

I went into this year’s race with the same mentality- no expectations. After all, this year is VERY different! This season, I take one ‘race’ at a time. One weekend at a time. One workout at a time. It was a last minute decision to register, but I did it. At 26 weeks pregnant, I knew I could still manage 25 km (about 15.5 miles) of trails. I have been running pretty consistently- 6 miles here, 10 miles there. My pace is even more slow & steady now then it ever has been but I can get out there, listen to my body, hydrate well, and get the miles in. The biggest unknown at Pineland this year would be the temperature. It was predicted to be sunny and HOT. A pregnant lady’s least favorite conditions.

25k, 2015. 26 weeks and counting!

Pineland Farms is a great place for events. Jeff and I have crossed raced here (on our bikes) and we’ve also come here to xc ski in the winter. The terrain is rolling- without any major hills- and the trails are non technical and wide. Plus, it’s a fun destination since Freeport, ME is only about 15 minutes away.

2014 skate ski at Pineland

A couple days before the race this year, a miracle happened! Jeff shared that maybe he, too, would race Pineland and run with me. (WHOA!!!!)

That’s 25 kilometers- 15.5 miles! Jeff is an athlete and in great shape. He rides his bike like nobody’s business and can go for hours- but he’s really NOT much of a runner. Usually, he’d laugh in my face if I asked him to go for a run with me. His likes his biking… and biking only. This announcement came out of the blue… and I’m still not really sure why… but I was SO EXCITED! The last time Jeff and I ran together was at Chad’s Lost A Lot Trail run (last year) and before that… I’m not even sure I can remember. I was more nervous about Jeff running this distance then I was about making it myself. 🙂

The course. 25k does 1 lap. The 50k does 2 laps.

We did so well! I was proud of us. Jeff and I ran together the entire race. It was hot, but not as hot as I had expected it to be. It was sunny and there were a lot of open fields to run across, but I carried my running pack with me (70 oz of water) and some of my own food. I think by the end of the race I had consumed over 100 oz of water- hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. Jeff carried a handheld water bottle and took advantage of each aid station for food and water.

We lathered ourselves in sunscreen and set out at a slow & steady pace. After 2 hours and 55 minutes (an 11:16/ mile) we crossed the finish line. I only had to stop for about 6 pee breaks in the woods… and Jeff only had about 3 major blisters. Overall, we were 254th/ 255th out of 429 people and I was the 106th woman (out of 216 ladies who raced the 25k). For a pregnant lady, I think that’s pretty darn good. And for a non-runner, Jeff did awesome! (I keep telling him that with a little more time on his feet, he’d actually be a competitive trail runner… but I don’t think he’s interested.)

Another fun pregnancy adventure!

Monday after Sunday's race. The last day of our 26th week. (That's a runner's figure if I ever saw one!) :)

The last day of our 26th week- Monday after Sunday’s race.

Me & my Mom at the finish of the 2013 50k.

Brandon Baker & I at the 2013 50k awards ceremony.

2013- I told you it was muddy!

Choose Adventure with a Smile!

May16

Just a friendly reminder that attitude is important. Only you get to choose if yours is a good one, or a bad one. As we celebrate the life of Chad Denning this weekend (his 40th birthday weekend), it seems appropriate to reflect on the energy we bring to any group or outing. Chad’s attitude never wavered and he always remained positive in the face of a challenge. Have fun this weekend, celebrate life, and get outside to play!

Ralph Waldo Emerson Trail Race- 23 weeks

May2

10 miles and a t shirt!

Another last minute pregnant race decision. This was a fun one! The long course was 10 miles, which I knew I could do, and it was set around the trail system in Concord, NH (near the hospital). Jeff and I come here often. Usually we’re mountain biking because the trails are super fun and technical (rocky & rooty). Lately, since my mountain biking has been almost non-exsistant, I’ve come here to run while Jeff rides. This network of trails is only about 30 minutes from our house, so it’s a quick place for us to get in some exercise… with a convenient stop at the grocery store afterwards, or a bite to eat in town.

My local running friend, Becky, and I carpooled to the race together. I encouraged her to sign up after I registered, since it was right in our backyard. We’ve been running the roads around Northfield since last fall. She’s a seasoned marathon runner, but this would be her first real trail run. (So exciting and she did great!) We didn’t actually run the course together, but it’s nice to have one familiar face at the finish line.

Becky & I after a trail run at Franklin Falls.

Pregnant lady action shot!

I wrapped up the race in 1 hour, 53 minutes (an 11:20/ mile pace). That felt pretty solid since some of the course required walking- it was hot! (And as I shared on my Facebook page… we should probably cut that time in half, since baby and I make two.) 🙂

There was one aid station with water, but that’s it. It was helpful to have a 70 oz camelback and my own snacks for along the way.

I was a little embarrassed at first when I came across my race photos online. After all, these aren’t the most flattering of photos- red face, sweaty hair, big boobs, and protruding bump. But YA KNOW WHAT…

… there weren’t any other pregnant ladies out there running around. It took a little while for me to actually appreciate the photos, but now I’m proud of my active bump. If I can go out there and do it with a baby on board… anyone can go out there and do it. I might be slower; I might not look fashionable or graceful, but I feel great staying active. So far, our doctor approves of my activity (as long as I stay super hydrated and listen to my body). Plus, as you can see in the photo, there are still people running behind me. I promised Baby Underhill that. “mommy doesn’t do last place”, but if it really came down to it, I’d be happy with a last place finish over first seat on the couch. What mommy doesn’t do, is nothing. My moving baby seems to be a happy baby… and that works for both of us right now.

This was another great adventure with my baby bump!

December 13th, 2014

Apr18

Jeff and I were married on December 13th, 2014. What an adventure it was! We spent three fun days up at the Omni Mt. Washington Hotel- nordic skiing (for me), downhill skiing (for Jeff), eating great food, pampering ourselves at the spa, and totally loving life together in our new roles as husband and wife.

Winter Wonderland

We arrived on Friday and spent the afternoon with some exercise and cocktails before a cozy dinner in the hotel. Our room was beautiful- we had a third floor view of Mt. Washington. (Unfortunately, the mountain was socked in with clouds for the entire weekend, but we knew it was there.) We arrived to our room with several large bags of stuff- ski gear, swimsuits, wedding clothing, everything but the dogs. We entered the room and found a bottle of champaign with a celebratory note congratulating us and setting the tone for the perfect weekend ahead. It really was SO perfect!

I skate skied 21 miles on Saturday morning before our ceremony and Jeff took some solo ski runs at the mountain. We hadn’t planned a big ceremony, but we had hired a JP to marry us in the presence of my parents and Jen. Prior to ceremony, we also had a photographer come for some pictures together. We’re both so glad to have those photographed memories and grateful that Allie recommended we do this. Meg, from Rodeo & Co Photography was terrific and she captured some of our most precious moments that afternoon.

We were married in The Gold Room on the entry level of the hotel. It was a beautiful, private space. We closed the door and proceeded with the ceremony that Jeff and I had scripted. We shared our vows with one another; both speaking only from the heart. This was so special. I wasn’t sure what to expect from an impromptu moment under such emotional circumstances, but it absolutely lovely. Jeff brought tears to my eyes as he shared his love and hopes for our future together. It is one of my favorite memories, so far, in our lives together.

The Gold Room

At the end of the ceremony, I had a quick father/daughter dance with my dad. Despite not wanting a traditional, large wedding, I did want a dance with my dad. I’ve never had big visions of my wedding day- no plan to wear a formal dress or invite hundreds of people… but I’ve always had a song for my dad. Landslide, sung by Stevie Nicks.

Our ceremony:

Opening by the JP: (She gave an acknowledgment of the people in the room and a recognition of those not present.)

This is a time to celebrate your relationship with a commitment that reflects your willingness work hard, ask for support (when needed), and celebrate in life’s joys- together- as they happen.

Marriage is life’s most important relationship. It is the sharing of two lives- the product of your friendship- and will be the foundation of your family through the years ahead.

Your concious effort for success in this partnership will bring you many adventures and new expereinces. Take time to understand and respect one another and take time to appreciate the journey. Be the partner you’d like to have… support each other through adversity… and commit yourself to building a happy and meaningful life together.

To marry is to turn together, as a team, and face the world with someone you love.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Intentions:

Meghan, do you choose Jeff to be your husband- to whom you give your deepest love and devotion, forsaking all others, to be a kind & faithful wife?

Meghan: I do.

Do you pledge to speak and listen, to give and receive, and to be a partner who is considerate and patient?

Meghan: I will.

Jeff, do you choose Meghan to be your wife- to whom you give your deepest love and devotion, forsaking all others, to be a kind & faithful husband?

Jeff: I do.

Do you pledge to speak and listen, to give and receive, and to be a partner who is considerate and patient?

Jeff: I will

Meghan & Jeff have something to say to one another (brief) Ring Ceremony:

Although this ceremony is only on this one day; marriage is for a lifetime. The rings that you are about to exchange mark the continuation of your journey together. Let your rings be a reminder of the promises you have made to one other, and a symbol of the love that you share.

Meghan, as you place the ring on Jeffrey’s finger, please repeat after me:

Jeff, take this ring as a symbol of my love, and of my commitment to our marriage.

Jeffrey, as you place the ring on Meghan’s finger, please repeat after me:

Meghan, take this ring as a symbol of my love, and of my commitment to our marriage.

Pronouncement:

Today I am privileged to share with you the moment you begin your new life together. In the years ahead, may you always apply tenderness and strength to the trials that may befall you. May your love be a shield from the unpredictability of life. May you remember to rejoice in good times and good fortune and may you always appreciate the life you have found with each other.

Closing:

And now, it gives me great privilege to say, By the power vested in me, by the state of New Hampshire, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride.

Some other photos that I love:

Truly, this weekend was magical. We missed some of our family members, and we would have loved to have shared this special afternoon with everyone in our lives, but the small, private, and simple ceremony perfectly aligned with who we are. It was special, personal, and unique.

This weekend was also significant for Jeff and I because… we started a family! Without any knowledge of how the stars would align for us, and after a year of trying for a baby, it happened! Jeff and I married and, with undeniable proof that this was meant to be, we also started a family. From now on, our adventures will be a bit different; not only will we be Mr. & Mrs. Underhill… but we will have Baby Underhill right along with us. XO.

Saying goodbye to an Adventure Partner & Friend

Sep15

Chad Denning May 16,1975 – September 7,2014

Life in itself is an adventure. It has highs and lows. We go through it with family, friends, and the strangers we meet- never knowing what’s around the next bend or over the next hillside. I’ve been fortunate to have an amazing journey so far. Whether by chance (or subconscious choice somewhere along the way) I have terrific, supportive, and amazing family members. I’ve made wonderful, caring friend’s on this journey and have shared many great memories with those individuals. One thing that I definitely have are friends with a zest for adventure and life.

Adventure Race Nationals 2013. Indiana

For 3+ years, starting soon after Jeff and I made our move to New London, I shared many of those adventures with Chad Denning. I had heard his name before, as the New London Recreation Director; people that knew him said that we should meet. Being new to the area, I needed people who could show me the local running & riding trails. Chad was the guy! He loved running. He knew the trail systems in the valley and had connections with everyone in the area. People were right… he was the guy to meet for local adventures!

January 2014 hike around the rock pile

I can’t quite remember how we met up after our first hello at the VT50, but we started running, skiing, and riding together after that day in September. We skate skied that winter as Jeff and I begin our training for TransRockies. His fun adventures were a perfect break from riding the indoor trainer. Chad’s positive attitude and outgoing personality made him fun to hang out with. He was one of my instant friends. He didn’t judge my minimal addition to our conversations and I didn’t mind his continued push of our pacing. He was the perfect training partner- for me, and for everyone else that was fortunate enough to adventure with him.

Just after TransRockies, in August of 2012 Chad approached me about racing with him and the Untamed New England team. “Stay fit” he said, “because we want you to race with us at Nationals in Kertonkson, NY.” I quietly decided to myself in that moment that I would definitely be racing with them. Adventure racing was awesome (I had done it once before). Why would I pass up that opportunity? (I wouldn’t.) I made the commitment and started running. Because of TransRockies, and because my partner is a bike-a-holic, my default workouts were primarily on two wheels- road riding and mountain biking. But with 30 hours of racing in the weeks to come, I was nervous about about the running sections. Chad helped me prepare with many miles of trail running. He built up my confidence and took away any hesitation that I may not be able to pull off this big race. Chad approached everything with a go-to attitude and a casual assurance that everything would work out.

Adventure Race Nationals. Kerhonkson, NY

Chad and I ran together a lot. Sometimes we’d run with Brandon, another New London friend, and other times we’d get out on an adventure alone around New London or in Hanover. Chad’s personality was contagious. He’d lift people up so that no matter what you were doing, how challenged you felt, you could do anything. (From a 2.5 mile uphill Winter Wild Race, to a muddy 50k trail run.)

North Country Endurance Challenge, 2013.

He pumped me full of positivity and enthusiam as we’d trod along the trails. Never would he let me doubt myself or my abilities. He’d push my pace and help me to progress as a more confident runner. There were tips and advice- things like shoe recommendations and ways to prevent my camelback bladder from sloshing around. He gave me advice on how to lube my feet with A&D ointment (so they wouldn’t turn to raisins on long runs), and how to take salt tabs to prevent cramping. He gave me water purification ideas, handheld water bottles, Endurox recovery mix… he was one of the most generous people I know. His personal goal seemed to be making adventures fun for the people around him. He also let me borrow gear as I slowly discovered what I needed to become a successful adventure partner. So many of the things I do and use today in my own races are because of Chad’s guidance and expertise.

This is what the real Chad Denning adventures look like.

This is what Chad Denning adventures look like.

On Monday morning after North Country Endurance Challenge, Dave Lamb (our fellow friend and teammate) phoned me with news that Chad had passed away Sunday evening on a trail run. Chad was out the door early Sunday morning with a couple of his other running friends.

According to NH Fish & Game Dept., “it was about 8:30am when they set off on Beaver Brook Trail, one of the most difficult in the state. They were running sections of the AT when they stopped along Mt. Moosilauke to take in a view and grab something to eat. Chad fainted and never regained consciousness. His friends, Jeremy Merritt and Lars Blackmore administered CPR for several hours, but were unsuccessful in their attempts to revive him. Chad was pronounced dead soon after rescuers arrived to the scene around 3:30pm.” According to the write up in Valley News, “because of the remote location and the rough terrain, it took the rescue team more than four hours to get Denning down the mountain, sometimes by using ropes to lower him from one section to another. It wasn’t until nearly an hour past sunset, at 8 p.m., that the party reached the trail head in Woodstock, N.H., on Route 112.”

The news was devastating.

How could this be? How? Why? What?! No.

So many people had the same response: a still silence full of unspoken questions and total denial.

Chad has a wife, two young children, he’s 39 years young. He’s positive, active, fit, fun, enthusiastic, sincere, outgoing, selfless… how is it possible? It just isn’t fair.

SRKG Trail Marker

Immediately I flashed back to our brief phone conversation only 3 days earlier and our last goodbye the day before that. I had driven to his house to pick up his kayak for the North Country race. A borrowed boat and paddle- nothing out of the ordinary. As I got out of my car he was there to greet me with a big smile and his usual uplifting, “Hey, hey!” I gave him a hug and we started chatting casually as we shifted the kayak from his car to mine.

We chatted for a little while; I was probably only in his driveway for 20 minutes or so… but I am SO grateful for those 20 minutes. Had I not been running late in VT, we would have met an hour earlier for a run around the Eastman community… but fate stepped in; I know it did. He had more time with his family that night and a few extra moments with his kids.

I’m so glad to have spent the weekend of the Emerald Necklace race with my dear friend. We did our last training run the Thursday before the race. Those conversations, and the others we had shared together during our time in the woods, are some of my best Chad memories. It’s there in the woods, on the mountains, and on the water that we grew a forever friendship.

Chad with the summit of Mt Washington in the background. Our Tour De Rock Pile.

The stories of Chad’s life that have been shared in the few days following his death are amazing. He was such a humble, kind, and generous soul who touched hundreds of people with his personality and enthusiam for doing what he loved. For the running community, his friends, his family… especially for his family… there is a void.

We move forward with love in our hearts, memories in our minds, and a remembrance of how he lived his life. We have to move forward. He lived life to the fullest- finding balance in adventure, family, and work. It’s a delicate symmetry that we all strive to have. Chad Denning seemed to manage that balance well.

At the racer meeting for Emerald Necklace, just two weeks before he passed, Chad stood up in front of the crowd and emphasized the importance of racers checking in with volunteers or race crew if they planned to leave the course.

“We will search for you. We will continue searching for you. We will find you.” He must have said it 3 times to highlight the importance of not heading off to a local bar rather then to the finishline. That message registered for me, and it stuck. I felt more relaxed and confident about the 80 mile course. Chad would find me if I was lost.
He would. He would continue searching.

As I begin to unravel the crazy reality that Chad is no longer a phone call away, it helps to know that he is still with us. On every adventure I have, that we all have, he will find us. He will be there- guiding us along, encouraging us to keep going, and giving us strength in moments where a smile and a “Hey, hey!” would make everything better.

Chad Denning will never be forgotten. His life is a legacy. He lives on in his beautiful children and in the community. He lives on in memories and in future adventures that we will share with him there, in spirit.

Checking in with family on The Moats with Dave Lamb.

Checking in with family on The Moats with me and Dave Lamb.

I owe him thanks and gratitude for changing my life- for making this life more pleasant and for being an amazing friend. One day we will meet again… one day. For now he runs ahead- going fast and far- but I know he will find me in the mountains, on the trails, and on the water.

Until we meet again…

Rest in peace, my friend.
♡

North Country Endurance Challenge 2014

Sep6

One hour and forty five minutes after packing up two separate cars, Jeff and I left Northfield and arrived at my parents house in Fryeburg. One car or two? Would Jeff leave before awards or should we all head north together? These were the last minute decisions being mulled over in the driveway before heading out to the race. Fortunately, the dogs (Dudli & Ryder) would spend the weekend with my gracious parents, the dog-sitters.

We loaded Jeff’s VW with 3 people, 2 bikes, 1 long kayak (borrowed from Chad), food, overnight stuff, and a whole bunch of race gear. With a little less ground clearance then we started with, we took off for Pittsburg, NH. (I learned last year that Pittsfield is as far north as you can go in NH without crossing into Canada; it’s a LONG way up.)

Jo M. Wood Photography

Jo M. Wood Photography

We headed straight to racer registration at the Pittsburg Fire Dept. With a quick pasta dinner, a mandatory meeting, and a review of my gear & directions, we were set. This year, I was fortunate to have Jeff and my sister, Jen, as supporters. They were organized, directionally prepared with the maps, and eager for the race to start.

We watched a quick inspirational video of the race from it’s inaugural year then left the Fire Department and headed to our overnight accommodations. By far, we were the luckiest team when it came to lodging. We stayed at the guest house of Steve Ellis- town Selectman. His property is the start line. That’s right-the start line! That meant a few extra minutes of sleep in the morning and front row parking. In my book, that’s as good as it gets!

My mom, Emily, and I had stayed at Steve’s guest house the year before with several other people (during my first North Country Endurance event). It’s a beautiful place right on the water (which is the first 4 mile paddle leg of the race). The ‘guest house’ is loaded with animals that have been professionally taxitermied- loons, coyotes, deer, bear, baby moose, Fisher cats. You name it, he probably has it. In all honestly, it’s a little startling when you wake up in the dark at 4:30am to prep for race start, but we were grateful for a bed to sleep in and the wonderful hospitality.

Jo M. Wood Photography

The race started with a cannon blast and racers running to their kayaks. I was 8th or so in the pack. Not as fast as the guys in the Epic kayaks… but fast enough. I struggled to keep my kayak from veering to the right, but nothing I couldn’t compensate for. (And nothing a little additional training couldn’t have taken care of, I’m sure.) We made a quick transition to a 3 mile run. With wet feet, and wearing the same outfit, I made my way on single-track & double track trail towards the second 5 mile paddle. I past one team on the run, and was passed by two other men running along together. It was so early into the race at this point, it didn’t bother me too much.

Jo M. Wood Photography

The second kayak was long. It’s a long straight paddle that seems to take FOREVER. I held my position- staying with the two men who caught me on the run. My team had planned our transition from this leg thoroughly. Jeff would meet me at the water’s edge as I jumped out leaving him with Chad’s boat, paddle, & my pfd. I’d run the short 1/2 mile to the Transition Area (TA) and find Jen, who was patiently waiting with my bike and bike gear.

Jo M. Wood Photography

I hopped on my bike for a short 35 (ish) minute spin (wearing my soaking wet running short and all), to the next TA where I’d transition to the long run. This was the run that everyone was lost on last year. This year, however, the course was well marked and about 10 miles long (a bit longer then in previous years). I ran the entire leg by myself- not a single person in sight- and met Jeff on his bike just before the next TA. I was beat! This is the race leg that really had me feeling sluggish. I tried not to be too hard on myself- having just completed the 80 mile Emerald Necklace course 2 weeks beforehand- but I was slow! Real slow. Running wasn’t something my body wanted to be doing and I was glad to be transitioning to the bike.

I swapped into my bike gear again- bike shorts (over my new dry running shorts), helmet, gloves, glasses, and shoes. I was beat. The run was long- endless, really- and I just didn’t have the oomph that I wanted. But I slogged on… after some food, water, and inspiration from my support crew. (Did I mentioned that they were the best!)

Jo M. Wood Photography

I biked towards The Balsams which included some significant uphill. Then I met my crew and prepared for a mountain run up and over the ski hill. I felt mentally ready for the climb, but once I reached the top, and needed to run across the summit and down the technical trail on the other side, I felt my heavy legs and the fatigue of Emerald Necklace. (On the back side of the mountain there was a man being attended to by the EMS crew. I’m not sure what had happened- heat stroke, a twisted ankle… it was hard to tell. But he was only about 1/4 mile from the next transition area.)

Follow me!

At the bottom of the run I jumped back onto the bike (one of the last 2 race legs)! My race crew (Jeff and Jen) were waiting for me, as they had been at every other transition area. They knew I’d be tired, but they were there with moral support, food, water, and more words of encouragement. (I really couldn’t have done it without them!) These last few bike legs weren’t easy. There was lots of climbing- loose gravel roads and steep 4 wheeler trails. The best part (*read with sarcasm) was the heavy rain that came in on this leg. It poured. I was soaked. The first rain started just as I was riding up through the clearcuts along the open dirt roads. Wind, open spaces, and rain. It was SO cold. My tank top, bib shorts, shoes, gloves, EVERYTHING was soaking wet. EVERYTHING. I knew I was in trouble being as cold as I was while peddling uphill; I just couldn’t get warm. I also couldn’t recall if I’d dip back into the woods for the decent, or if I’d be left in the open wind, but I knew I was going to freeze before seeing my support crew again at the next TA.

I got there.. and was I ever glad to see them! I had just ridden down slick, muddy double track and past several curious 4 wheelers. One guy even stopped to remark, “tell me you don’t think that is FUN!” I’m sure I looked terrible- soaking wet, covered in mud, and probably blue in color. “No,” I shared, “not at the moment.”

That was true. I was ready to be warm & dry & across the finishline. But, alas, one more bike leg.

I met Jeff and Jen waiting for me at the TA. As I said, I was REALLY glad to see them. They were outside standing in the pouring rain. Not only had they requested fresh veggies for me to eat, Jen had Bonito chips ready (which, in that moment, were more delicious then anything I had ever eaten), and a dry long sleeved shirt. THE long sleeved shirt I has been dreaming of for the past 20 minutes of my bike ride. Amazing! This was another moment where you realize just how important your support is. Instantly I knew, “OK… I can make it to the end.”

I peddled on. The last leg went SO quickly. I was prepared for a long peddle, but before I knew it I was out on the pavement and pulling into the parking lot behind the pub (aka: the finish line). Boy was that a good moment! I was the first woman across the finish line, despite dragging throughout the entire race for 9 hours and 45 minutes. My support crew was there for me with dry clothes, a hot shower, and big smiles.

Thanks Jen & Jeff!!! Love you both. I hope I can always be there for you too. Xoxo.

The MadAthlete, Emerald Necklace, Stage Race

Aug24

Emerald Necklace.

For most people these words bring up images of beautiful green pendants that sparkle around your neck.

…. Hmmm, how nice.

This summer, however, Emerald Necklace had a whole different meaning. I hadn’t registered for many races this year but The Emerald Necklace Ultra was one race that I had my eye on and committed to fairly early. I knew it would motivate me to run (more than I otherwise would) and would keep me training throughout the summer. It would. It did.

Emerald Necklace is the name of a 3-day stage race around the Sunapee Ragged Kearsarge Greenway (SRKG). It’s an 80(ish) mile loop that runs across some of NH’s greatest peaks and through some amazing forests in the towns of Andover, Danbury, Goshen, Newbury, New London, Springfield, Sunapee, Sutton, Warner and Wilmot. The trail is fairly well-marked, yet not heavily traveled. It made for a perfect race course!

Jim Block Photography

The race was set up so that teams of two (traveling together) or solo racers would run about 25 miles per day. (24.5 on Friday, 26.5 on Saturday, and a hefty 31.something on Sunday.) Piece of cake!

Jim Block Photography

I wasn’t sure how I’d fair with this race. 75- 80 miles is a LONG way. Not only is it a long way in general… that’s a REALLY long run. I felt confident that I could preserver. My endurance is really solid, but would my feet hold up. Would I chafe beyond what I could handle, or would I stiffen up so much that by the 3rd day I couldn’t get from my tent to the start line. These were all very real questions I started asking myself.

…and this…

This has happened before…

…and so has this.

With a little Googling on the internet and a shopping spree for blister prevention, I practiced taping my feet. I ran with permanent blisters and I learned as quickly as I could, what would work and what certainly wouldn’t.

But this works!

This is what I came up with. Fortunately, it worked… and it worked well. My goal of Stage 1 was Happy Feet. (I can’t type that without the thought of little cartoon penguins dancing around in my head.) But, happy penguins and happy piggies, I needed them to make the first 24.5 miles without incident… and to my delight, they’d make it all the way through mile 80.

Happy Feet!

Day one was intimidating.

The starting archway was full of very lean, strong women who clearly were runners. People were dressed in compression socks, visors, water packs, bright colors, rain jackets, and they were ready to go! We took off like a steady bolt of lightening. I settled into a decent pace and found myself up in the front of the pack with several other men. I relaxed a bit, since this is where I typically fall into place, and started chatting with the guys around me. I learned where people were from, who they were racing with, and what their goals were for the next 3 days. What I found out was that people really just wanted to finish the darn thing. 80 miles wasn’t just a long way for me; even the guys in the front were nervous about 80 miles. As we left the rail trail and made our way up the first ascent onto a dirt road, I let go of the guys I was with. I settled into something that seemed more easily maintained and started running alone- people ahead and people behind, but in my own space and doing my own thing.

Boy was it nice to see him!

It wasn’t long until I was VERY alone. I left the guy closest to me as he ducked into the woods for a bathroom break. There was nobody. I ran a bit higher up the logging road… still alone. I soon realized that, seriously, I was… alone. Thinking that something might actually be wrong, and since I couldn’t easily find a trail marker, I decided to head back towards the guy pooping in the woods. I had seen people there. About 5 minutes or so had passed and it was very clear that I had missed the trail junction. Whoops. Back on course, I caught up to one of the only people I knew running the race, Andy Hager.

Andy is local to the area. Not only does he know the trails well, but he’s on the SRKG board! I ran with him and his teammate, Chael, for the remainder of Stage 1. Were they going a bit slower than I probably would have run on my own? Perhaps. But were they saving my life by keeping to the trail and leading the way? Absolutely! They were the best! We talked a bunch that evening and it became clear that our match up earlier that day was a good thing for each of us. I was pushing the pace a bit, and they were keeping me in check and pointed in the right direction.

Andy’s teammate, Chael, on the summit of Kearsarge- State 2.

That day, Friday: Stage 1, we crossed the finish line together. Andy, Chael, Tony (another guy we picked up along the way), and myself. We finished in 5:34 hours, tied for 5th place.

Andy & I at the aid station. Stage 2.

A quick photo op. Follow the SRKG signs!

Sun rising on the lake- Stage 2 morning.

Stage 2 was similar to stage 1. Andy, Chael, and I started off together from the Kearsarge Middle School. We ran well together for the earliest part of the morning, until Chael’s knee started bothering him. We made it as a group to the first aid station (conveniently, the medical doctor’s home). At that point, Chael decided that he would run with Tony (also struggling with a knee issue), and Andy and I would continue our race. It felt weird to leave them after having such an awesome first day together, but I was grateful that Andy wanted to preserver. We ran as a couple until the last 6 miles of the race that day. Andy matched himself up with another couple of guys, and I opted to move forward towards the finish line at my own pace. I knew that part of the course well- I had just run it the Thursday beforehand with Chad Denning. (That REALLY helped.) The last section of this day was twisty and difficult to find. The trail was flooded and misleading. For this reason, it didn’t take long for me to catch the lead two men- Rick, from CA, and his buddy Mark, with an Australian accent. I lead the way with them and another guy we had picked up on the decent of Mount Sunapee- Dave Caron.

Descending off Mt. Sunapee. Stage 2.

A quick photo. Somewhere day 2.

Day 2 came to an end with Dave, Rick, and I crossing the finish together- tied for 1st place.

Headed tot the finish line. Stage 2. Jen cheering us on!

Headed to the finish line. Stage 2. Jen cheering us on!

It was an awesome moment. I helped us to weave our way through the woods- following the signs and keeping on the trail- but they could have outrun me on the pavement back to the finish. Instead, we ran together and they slowed just enough for me to catch them before the archway. We crossed the line arm in arm. This was by far, my favorite moment of the race. Completed in 5:38 hours with smiles on our faces.

Stage 3 was LONG! I was dreading stage 3 before the race even began. One step at a time; that’s how I approached this day. The miles went by quickly with Andy at my side. We ran the road for several miles and quickly caught up to Tony, Rick, his buddy, and Dave. That was us. This group stayed together for almost the entire day. Tony took off without much of a chance for anyone to catch him (he made up 37 (ish) minutes that day and took 4th place in the overall race by only 14 seconds off Dave’s 3rd place finish. But the rest of us stayed close.

A quick stop for sheep herding.

This was a tough day for everyone (with the exception of Tony). We saw sheep, we ran roads, we were stung by bees, and we were met by Jeff (!!!). Jeff ran 14 miles that day- he ran in from his parked car, met us near the second aid station, and ran along with us until the finish line. I knew he was going to try to meet up, but it was GREAT to see him that day. He brought new conversation and a sense that the race was almost over.

A random photo at the start of Stage 3.

The Bog Mountain descent was the worst. The weather that day was hot and muggy enough for bees- lots and lots of bees. They stung us repeatedly. I don’t think a single person made it out without some kind of sting. I was stung twice along the rocky outcropping on the downhill- as were Andy and Jeff. Other people spoke about bees in the clearcut area of the race. But fortunately, we never found those. Ugh. Bees. It’s a quick shot of adrenaline when you’re stung… and it probably helps the next few miles pass by more quickly then they otherwise would have… but ouch.

Done.

I was happy to have stage 3 over and done with. It was a bitter sweet ending. The race camaraderie was wonderful and I made so many friends that weekend. Each and every person there was friendly and fun. I enjoyed the group and the race crew. But after 80 (ish) miles… with a 2.5 mile finish on the rail trail… I was happy to be headed home.

Mark Powers, Rick Baraff, Dave Caron. Top 3 men.

Jen, my sister, was my full-time support person. I couldn’t have done this without her enthusiasm and love. She kept me going each night. She hung out with me and stayed positive throughout the course of the race. She helped me prep my stuff, drove from point to point, and lugged my gear around- including the tent. And with all that, she also volunteered at the aid stations. (The volunteers are such big part of these races!)

It’s hard to show it in the moment and while the race is going on, but I was so grateful for my support people. Jen (and Jeff) are the BEST! I couldn’t have done this race without either of them. Jeff took care of the dogs and joined us for the last 14 miles of the race. After 80 miles you think nothing of 14 miles… but that’s a LONG way for a non runner. He went above and beyond to show his support. And Jen completely submerged herself in the experience and was an amazing crew woman. I’m grateful for such wonderful family that help to make my adventures possible. XO.