Training Log Archive: barb

Rainy in Nahant. Jogged on the interior of the island so my red hat wouldn't blow off. Migrating ducks.

To school then work. I went to school for a parent breakfast and 6th grade showcase and a choral concert. My kids are already in PA with their dad, so it was just me. I found out that Isabel has been cast as a poppy and as a tornado dancer in the spring production of "The Wiz." On the run back to work I came across Terry's ex-boyfriend John (is that name right? i'm so bad at names) who was doing an errand at the post office. He is trying to finish up the public version of Scratch (a kid-friendly programming environment). We commiserated about Seymour Papert, who is apparently still in a coma from his recent accident abroad.

The buzz at the school was about fellow parent Guy Stuart, who jumped into the Charles River yesterday to rescue a guy from a sinking car. The Boston Globe quoted him as saying, "It was cold, very cold." Here's a picture of him afterward:





Ah, here's more on the story from a different paper (Metro Boston): "We were on the bank, and the car started to go down, and the three of us said to ourselves that we've got to go out there and get him," Stuart said yesterday, as he sat in a pickup truck wrapped in a towel. Stuart said the other two unidentified rescuers told him to open the back hatch door of the submerged car and the men pulled Im out of the SUV. Several police officers then swam out and brought him to shore.

Guy coached both David and Isabel in soccer, in prevoius years. He is a sociologist, I think, at Harvard, and at one point put in a grant to study my home town (the planned community Park Forest IL), which was the subject of a previous (1950s?) study, famous in some circles and recorded in the book "The Organization Man." But I think the grant did not get funded.

Guy was one of the Cambridge contingent we brought to the last NEOC A meet, and I believe was the one who suggested that our group create a "Cambridge cheer", which went something like, "Gay marriage! Universal health care! Gooo, Cambridge!"

C • That rocks. 2

Sore throat. Parting gift from a laid-off colleague.

From Lynn to Spouting Horn Road

OK. I confess my powerlessness over my training and I have decided to turn myself over to a higher power. To wit, trainer "Nicole" from the Atlantic Sports Club. Starting in January. Until then, I expect I may continue to wallow.

C • F45 6

Oooo. Pretty Impressive. Walked/jogged to work.

Last week when I went to DC for the day, I had the opportunity to do an experiment I'd been interested in for some time. We flew into National and were heading to a hotel in Bethesda. My fellow travelers had ordered a car to drive them, and so I took the subway to see who would be faster. It was roughly equivalent, but my delays were fewer than theirs, so I won. And my way was cheaper and presumably more carbon-neutral. Tried it on the way back too - same result. My delay on the return to the airport was a 20 minute navigation error: I took the wrong green line train. I blame it on being too distracted people-watching (AOWN), and not thumbing the map.

Early morning. In a bit of a slump.

To school for a parent teacher meeting, then an unplanned stop at Lisa D's house on Broadway, and then ice coffee & corn muffin @ D&D, and on to work.

Brief run; returned to hang out with David on his birthday.