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This year, running the Ringling Bridge instead of writing about it

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ringlingbrindge run2012Just sent my editor an e-mail saying that I can’t cover the Ringling Bridge Run on Saturday. This time, I want to run the race.

For years, I’ve been writing about the Bridge Run, one of the most popular races in Sarasota. After people cross the finish line, they rave about the views of Sarasota Bay, along with the treat of crossing the Ringling Causeway just as the sun rises over downtown.

Now I’ll get to see for myself.
More than 2,000 people do the Ringling race each year. Lots of school groups and running families. People cheer and hold up signs along the route. One of my daughters will be in town. Maybe she’ll get out the crayons and draw me some encouragement. The Bridge Run is a 4-mile race, which is a weird distance that nobody trains for. That takes some of the pressure off and makes it more of a fun run.
We’ll see about that, too.

Slow, slower, slowest
Last year, my Bridge Run goal would have been to finish in 30 minutes — a respectable time for a journalistic plodder. This year, my goal is to finish, period.

After injuring and re-injuring my calf late last year, I’m trying to take my time in 2014. Each week, I do a little more. It ain’t easy. You know what’s harder than running fast? Forcing yourself to run slow. Does this suck? Yes, it does. But that’s just me whining, which is really my best sport.

The positive view is that Saturday will be glorious, the bridge will be beautiful and the race will be fine. I won’t have a deadline to run, or a deadline to write, which will be a nice change of pace.

ringbridgerun2013Legacy crowds
Last weekend, my wife announced that she wanted to go for a bike ride on the Legacy Trail. I didn’t feel like driving to Venice, to be honest, but I wasn’t about to say no.
When the Sweet Baboo wants a bike ride, the Sweet Baboo gets a bike ride. We rode just a few miles from Venice to Oscar Scherer State Park and back. Easy pace, beautiful day. I got to do some people watching. There were not one but two in-line skaters. Good for them. Skaters used to be all over the place, but now they’re an endangered species.
At least three casual riders were pedaling along listening to music. Not on headphones, but on little radios or speaker in their handlebar baskets. That seemed a little odd.
There were several riding families with grandparents, parents and little girls with adorable kitty-cat bike helmets. They made my day.

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