Yesterday I got a post on Facebook asking me to keep up with my blog. I have not written posts because I am not on an “adventure.” I classify an adventure as leaving the city and going to make art in some exotic place. But then I realized I am on an adventure, many of them all rolled into one.
The most immediate one comes to mind happened just last weekend with 12 girls, two vans, and a 200+mile relay race in New Hampshire from the White Mountains to Hampton Beach. The annual “Reach the Beach” relay where we run non-stop, each person running in rotation three legs until we are done. This year we ran it in 30:16, an 8:41 combined pace to take third place in our division. It was great fun. And what can be better than being in a van filled with sweaty smelly girls for days?!
My next adventure? That is unfolding. I am running the Chicago marathon in less than three weeks, followed two weeks later by the New York Marathon. Each day brings new excitement as I juggle my daily runs, deep water runs, swimming and strength training with my class schedule. My class schedule has taken on a whole new form. After 15 months of sabbatical I went back to work full force. Instead of teaching the required three classes, I am teaching four – a long boring story I will spare you – and taking a class. I am doing a little more than “taking a class.” With my obsessive personality it is not adequate to just “take a class” rather I have enrolled in the M.S. program in Exercise Physiology. Right now I am taking Clinical Exercise Physiology, I joined the Sports Science Club and I will be assisting one of the other professors on his clinical trials until I devise my own. I am looking at ways of combining my work as an artist and endurance athlete to my sports science studies. I am also thinking of ways to directly use my body to generate images. Instead of using the traditional pencil and paint I will use a lot of electronics, fancy treadmills and my own physiology, but that is a post for later.
The photo above is from a Central Park Race. I laugh as I look at everything I am doing “wrong” running heel first, the little flick of my right foot from too tight hips, no driving force, but I was keeping a 7:00 pace, so I have lots to look forward to should I get on my toes and learn to kick my legs and see if I can get faster. Coaching suggestions welcome!